June 15, Rongguang Avenue Commercial Street.

Since the afternoon of June 13, after a one-and-a-half-day street sweeping operation, there is no living zombie in the entire Rongguang Avenue commercial street.

All the shops are cleaned to ensure that nothing is missed.

This commercial street, which was very prosperous before the disaster, is now in a strange bustle.

"Wow, LV's bag, I couldn't afford to buy one after saving half a year before the disaster, haha, there's a limited edition, I'm going to take it."

"yes, iPhone4S, I've always wanted one, I heard that electricity can be used in the base, right! Haha, take 5 of them. ”

"Wow, what a big gold chain, as well as Nike's sneakers, diamond watches, this is our popular rich three-piece set, I want to save a few more sets."

"Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! I'm going to save a little more cigarettes. ”

"Good idea, I'm going to fill a cart full of red wine."

In the Walmart department store, more than 30 men and women pushed a shopping cart with excited and satisfied smiles on their faces, and selected the items they liked from different stalls.

Morales's two sons and daughters rushed into the snack area as soon as possible, took a lot of snacks that were expensive and difficult to eat before the disaster, sat directly on the ground and began to eat nonsense, they didn't have to work, they had a lot of time, and enjoyed slowly.

In order not to affect the transportation, the zombie corpses here were all moved out, and only some traces of dried blood remained on the floor.

It's Lyon's reward for their hard work and joining the umbrella company these days, and after this mission, everyone will get a brand new car and the right to pick any merchandise they want until it is full.

Some people chose luxury goods such as clothing and clothing, some people chose necessities such as cigarettes, alcohol, and food, and some far-sighted people took a whole cart of various medicines.

Everyone was very excited, they were all ordinary people, and they had never had such an opportunity to splurge at will.

This may be the only good thing of the end times, many valuable things have become ownerless, and if you are able and lucky, you can get it.

Intercontinental highway junctions

Amy, wearing a close-fitting ripped jeans, a small white vest and a small red vest, holding a notepad, stood next to Leon, who was smoking a cigar against the sports car, and reported softly:

"Mr. Custer, there are a total of 58 shops on this street, including 8 restaurants of all kinds, 12 clothing stores, 6 shops of various drinks, 8 shops of various lifestyle accessories, and 15 stores of various professional tools and supplies, a total of 49 small shops."

"What remains are nine large shops, including two gas stations, an international chain pharmacy, a car sales center, an auto repair center, a large building materials sales center, a medium-sized clinic, a shooting training center and a Wal-Mart department store."

"Excuse me, what should we choose to move?"

Since yesterday morning, she and her sister Andrea and Ms. Quinn have come to the commercial street of Glory Avenue and spent a whole day and a half counting every store and every product.

It took a long time and the energy was very draining, but none of the three ladies felt tired, but they were in good spirits.

Such a huge amount and such a wide variety of materials, even before the catastrophe, was an astonishing amount of wealth.

They can already imagine how prosperous they will be in the future.

Amy was smiling, her eyes were shining, and she looked at Leon adoringly, and on that handsome face, there was always a light smile, and her dark green eyes were deep and deep, like a breathtaking abyss.

Leon glanced at the little assistant strangely, and said in an educational tone:

"Of course, it's all towed!"

"If you think about it, everything here is an indispensable item in our lives, and even those luxury items can bring physical and mental pleasure and spiritual satisfaction to our employees."

"It's a time of disaster, and it's hard to find such a wide range of supplies, and it's even rarer to be able to let you search safely."

"It's all mine, ah no, the property of the umbrella company, how can it be wasted?"

Amy bowed her head a little ashamedly when she was said, and she said nonefactorily:

"I see, Mr. Custer."

She was a little aggrieved for a few seconds, and then said:

"Mr. Custer, what do you have to say about the personnel arrangements for the transfer?"

Leon touched his chin, which was beginning to grow stubble, thought for a few seconds, and asked:

"How much gasoline and diesel are in the gas station, and how much are we loaded into the truck?"

Amy flipped through the notebook in her hand and said:

"The first batch has been loaded, Mr. Custer, but it's a bit of a hassle."

"We only found two tankers and 32 oil drums in the gas station, each tanker can transport about 4.5 tons of gasoline, and one ton of gasoline needs eight oil drums to be filled, which means that we can only transport a maximum of 17 tons of gasoline for the first time and 9 tons for the second time."

"And there are about 50 tons of stock in the two gas stations, and we have to transport them about five times before we can transport them all."

Leon looked at the Rolex in his hand, it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon. The Glory Strip is about an hour and a half drive from the Atlanta CDC, and a round trip takes about three hours, and it takes at least about five hours to run a trip, including the loading and unloading time.

It's summer, and the sun is setting around 7 o'clock, which means that there is not much time left for him today.

"In this way, you go and urge them to hurry up and load the truck, my promise is valid at any time, they can even return to the base and then pick up supplies, remember to arrange your sister and Ms. Quinn, let them be responsible for coordinating the transportation work here, you have to set off with me in the afternoon, we will go back to the base first, and you will also need to arrange the work there."

"This transfer mission will probably last a week, but we have to speed up, otherwise zombies from other places will be attracted by the movement here and cause us a lot of trouble."

"We now have a total of 11 trucks, full of them and have to leave by 3 p.m."

"Go, hurry up, and call Moore to me by the way."

Amy sighed softly, thinking about the car of treasures she had gotten, and her tired body surged with a lot of motivation.

Leon leaned on the sports car, watching the slender back of the little beauty gradually leave, and his thoughts returned to his mind.

His mood now is both joy and trouble.

At present, there are 35 employees of the umbrella company, excluding Dr. Jenner and Dr. Melfa, as well as those seriously ill elderly people, and there are only 33 people who can really work, excluding Morales's two children.

Such a little person, but also responsible for guarding, transporting, moving, driving, all kinds of work, leeks are still too few, such a little labor, how can he, the boss, live a happy and happy ideal life?

I thought that after returning to the base, I would divide this manpower into two waves, arrange for loading, handling, dismantling, modifying the base, assigning houses, and cleaning up the surrounding zombies...... Mountains of work.

Damn, my scalp is numb.

However, it is really difficult to find a living person in the last days, recalling the plot he saw.

There were a few places he could think of, the hilltop village, the governor's neighborhood, Maggie's farm, Alexandria, the Kingdom of God, and the Salvation Army's Salvation Hall, and so on.

Most of these places don't know the address, and more often than not, at this time, they are not necessarily formed, they do not necessarily exist.

Finding them is not an easy task.

At present, he has a little confidence in the Maggie family's farm, knows the approximate location of their family, and as long as he finds their village, he will be very sure that he will be able to convince Herschel.

Oh yes.

And the Terminal, Morgan, Rick, and Sean and the others.

Before he could continue to think about it, he saw Mohr walking towards him with a smile on his lips.

During this time, this old gangster was really happy, although the fucking world has become the end of the world, but it doesn't make much difference to him, he used to live as if he was living in hell.

Now, he has found a strong boss who values him, has a group of younger brothers who can fight, is respected by everyone, and his younger brother Daryl is also doing well, and he can clearly see that as long as he is loyal enough to do things, the future is better and a life full of hope is just around the corner.

This is much happier than the low-level thug career that people hate before the apocalypse.

Thinking of the wine and cigarettes that he had put into the car, the wine and cigarettes that he had never dared to think of in the past, he looked at the boss Leon not far away, and his face couldn't help but show a little flattering smile.

"Boss, you called Old Moore to come over, what are your orders?"