Downey Sr. was a ****** who had lost one of his eyes, and instead of bringing him glory, it was his physical disability that made his personality very eccentric, withdrawn and aggressive.

And it is precisely because of his eccentric and withdrawn personality that not long after his discharge from the army, his wife left him with their children, making Old Downey a real loner.

After the zombie disaster broke out, Old Tang, you relied on the combat skills honed in the war to kill your hometown and came to Georgia by chance.

He didn't believe in the Human Federation, and he didn't think that the organization, which had been founded by survivors, would be as noble and upright as they advertised.

He believes that this organization, like the companies formed by smart and rich people in the past, is just a tool used by those rich or officials to exploit the people at the bottom.

However, the security environment in Georgia Asia and the fact that the People's Federation did not exclude outsiders from exchanging labor for supplies made the old man stay, and no one did not want to have a comfortable life.

On this day, he went to Farm Three as usual to help the farm supervisor there, Krim, in exchange for contribution points.

Suddenly, he noticed that many of the free survivors who were doing odd jobs on the farm like him were not busy working, but were all chatting around the bulletin board, which made him a little curious.

Old Donnie walked up to Krim, took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his fur coat pocket, handed one to Krim, and asked:

"Old man, what are they looking at?"

"Don't you have to work today?"

Krim took the cigarette and glanced at the elder Donnie, both of whom were Vietnam veterans, but he was lucky not to be hurt in the Vietnam War, and after the disaster, although he lost his son and daughter, he successfully joined the People's Union with his grandchildren.

Because he is a farmer like Maggie, he is honest, responsible, and very familiar with farm matters, so he was assigned to Farm No. 3 and is responsible for managing the affairs here.

Although Donnie didn't talk much in the past and seemed withdrawn, he also took great care of this old fellow, who was also a Vietnam War veteran, and the work assigned to him was generally relatively easy.

Klimt took out a match, lit his cigarette, and took a beautiful puff before saying:

"It was a recruitment order, recruiting a group of warriors to go to Texas on a secret mission."

Old Donnie frowned, looked at Kerim a little strangely, and asked:

"It's strange, the soldiers of the People's Federation are all brave and good at fighting, and a lot of them don't want to die, as long as your president gives an order, they will all go to break into the sea of swords and fires, why did they suddenly recruit people from us who asked for food today?"

Almost instantly, Old Donnie thought of the reason, he spat on the ground, and said with a sneer:

"Hmph, needless to say, this must be trying to recruit some cannon fodder, right?"

"I can't bear the soldiers under my command, so I choose a group of people to die among those of us free people who don't want to join the People's Federation."

Krim glanced sideways at Old Downey, and instead of refuting, he spoke:

"It's not hard to guess, but do you know why so many people are interested in something so obvious?"

Old Donnie also became interested, and asked:

"Oh! Why? ”

Krim held out three fingers, shook them at Old Downey, and said:

"As long as you are selected, the reward for participating in this mission is 30,000 contribution points."

"It's worth the income of the people working here for more than a year."

Old Donnie was slightly surprised, he didn't expect the Human Federation to offer such a high reward, but he thought about it, no matter how high the remuneration is, if there is no life flower, isn't it equivalent to a white prostitute?

Thinking of this, Old Donnie was about to open his mouth to taunt Krim for a few words, when he suddenly saw this old comrade-in-arms' expression change, and said with a somewhat serious expression:

"Donnie, actually, I recommend you to participate in this mission, I have inside information, the survivors who participate in this operation will not only have a large reward, but will also be injected with a special potion developed by the high-level."

"It is said that after the injection, most of the damage in the body will be repaired, and some diseases can be effectively controlled."

"Don't you already have stomach cancer? With the current medical conditions, this is a terminal illness, and there is no cure, but maybe this medicine can save your life, maybe it's not a cure. ”

Old Donnie was stunned when he heard this, he was originally prepared to survive for a few more years, and then commit suicide after the cancer was serious, but he didn't expect to hear this kind of news today.

Between life and death, there is great terror, no one is not afraid of death, after listening to Krim's words, Old Downey asked with some excitement:

"Kerim, is your message true?"

Krim took a slow puff of his cigarette and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"I know an old guy named Kuberis, and he's a squad leader over there in Florida right now."

"It is said that the guy used to smoke and eat flour and mess around, which damaged his body, and he almost had to rely on painkillers to save his life."

"We all thought he was dead, but we didn't expect that he would later work hard for the high-level over there, get the weight, and inject that kind of medicine."

"And guess what."

"Now that guy, fifty or sixty years old, is as strong as a young man in his thirties, and the old injuries from his youth have also been repaired."

"The last time we met at the main base, we went to the bar together for a drink, and that old thing got six of us drunk with a crowd."

Krim looked at Old Donnie with some emotion and said leisurely:

"If I don't have grandchildren to take care of, I want to give it a go."

………………

The situation was urgent, and Professor Marlock's team set off quickly after only two days of preparation at the headquarters.

He was joined by a convoy of twenty elite soldiers and a death squad of ten survivors, in addition to a few of his descendants' research assistants.

The group traveled in six Black Hawk gunships to a temporary stronghold in Arkansas.

The elder Downey himself was among them, and he still couldn't resist the temptation to cure cancer and regain his life, and decided to fight and fight now that his combat power had not yet degraded.

However, after arriving at his destination, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he saw the other members of the team.

Four are obviously a group of hip-hop young black skins, two middle-aged white men who seem to be husband and wife, a young Asian who looks sven, a middle-aged white aunt, and the only mixed-race strong man who seems to have some combat effectiveness.

Everyone was a little nervous, and they split into several camps, staying quietly in their own places.

It seems that most of these people did not get the inside information, and they just came for that large amount of payment.

When everyone arrived at the temporary stronghold in Arkansas, a tall, muscular bald man who looked like a bodybuilder came to the members of the death squad, escorted by the escort team.

The bald man pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, without any greetings, and said bluntly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not going to talk nonsense, your task this time is very simple."

"Once the mission begins, each of you will be given a car with special utensils for storing samples and fully enclosed protective suits, as well as supplies and weapons."

"When you get to Texas, no matter what method you use, just get a sample of the zombie with mushrooms on its head, store them in a special vessel and bring them back, and you'll be done."

When Professor Marlock said this, he coughed lightly and said solemnly:

"This is a brand new monster, in order to prevent unnecessary danger, you had better wear the protective clothing I taught you all the time, and avoid any direct contact with this zombie."

"In that case, good luck to you."

At this time, it was close to noon, and the members of the death squad enjoyed a sumptuous lunch prepared for them by the staff of the stronghold, and then they each received their own equipment and supplies, and prepared to set off.

As expected, the four hip-hop black-skinned guys didn't delay much, simply cleaned up, and took the lead in forming a group.

Then there was the middle-aged couple, who didn't say hello to anyone else and drove away on their own.

When the two members left, there were only four people left, Old Downey, Young Asian, Middle-aged Big Mom, and a white strong man.

Seeing the other three slowly get together and start talking tentatively, Old Donny knew that these people also wanted to form a simple alliance to explore Texas together, after all, multiple people have more strength.

However, for their thoughts, Old Donny scoffed, obviously the bald professor named Marlock had already explained that these strange zombies are very sensitive to sound, and their hearing even exceeds the level of ordinary people, but these guys still want to fight together in a group.

It seems that he is really not afraid of being chased and robbed by those zombies and dying tragically in a foreign land.

So, after Old Downey waited for everyone to leave in a team, he drove a modified car alone, following them from a distance, ready to see if there was a chance to pick up the leaks.

The road was very quiet, probably the unique hot and arid climate of Texas, which affected the spread and vitality of those fungal viruses, and they drove for two or three hours, and did not see a single zombie wandering under the sun.

And as time passed, getting closer and closer to Texas, the three groups of people who walked in front of Old Downey also went to different areas according to their own plans.

After thinking about it for a while, Downey Sr. still focused his tracking on a group of young Asians.

There was no word all the way, and when everyone's vehicles entered Texas, the car of the three young Asian Americans drove directly in the direction of a city.

This made the old Donnie who was following them feel very speechless, if they rushed directly into the city and could get zombie samples, what else did they need these death squad people to do?

Sure enough, soon, he didn't need to worry about these pig teammates anymore.

When he saw from a distance, as soon as the car of the three people drove into an empty street, dozens or hundreds of agile zombies immediately rushed out of the buildings in all directions, and they attacked the car of the three people at a fast speed.

or smash, or bite, or bump, or thump.

Use your own body to fill under the wheels of these modified vehicles, and force the three cars to stop.

Old Donnie immediately dismissed the idea of continuing to follow, and while the attention of the zombies had not yet shifted to his vehicle, he quickly turned the car around and slipped away from the city.

As for the fate of those three idiots, Donnie doesn't know.

Maybe they can hold on to that tin box for more than ten hours, and after holding on until the zombies around them are not interested in them, they are trying to find a way to escape.

Maybe the defense of that car is not as high as expected, and those three idiots will be caught and eaten by those zombies like opening cans.

Either way, they shouldn't be able to make it back to their Arkansas stronghold alive.

With the trial and error of these idiots, Donnie Sr. didn't dare to go near any buildings that might be hiding a large number of zombies, but instead circled around the outskirts of the city or some lonely buildings hanging from other buildings, trying to find some lonely zombie in these places.

Finally, three hours later, the elder Downey found a half-collapsed wooden fake house next to the suburbs dozens of kilometers away from the city, and through the gaps in the broken windows and fallen eaves, he found an emaciated zombie, trapped in this wooden house, unable to escape.

Faced with the lonely zombie this time, he drove a modified car, circled around the wooden house a few times, and found that there was no trace of other zombies, so he put on a special protective suit with extreme care, picked up a Remington M870 shotgun from the car, and got out of the car.

He cautiously approached the wooden cottage and observed the zombies inside the cabin through a hole that had appeared due to the collapse.

It was a thin zombie, wearing a white woolen sweater, no appearance or expression could be seen on his face, a brown mushroom larger than the zombie's face was growing savagely on his forehead, the volume was almost huge than his head, the whole zombie looked like a mushroom man with legs, feet and body.

Old Donnie swallowed a mouthful of saliva and slipped the muzzle of his shotgun through the gap in the wall, his past experience in killing zombies made him instinctively aim the muzzle at the zombie's head.

Just when this fungal zombie was trapped in a small space and couldn't move in a large area.

There was a bang.

The close-range shotgun shooting power is amazing, Remington is worthy of being an internationally renowned brand, and the steel balls that burst out of the muzzle directly opened the head of this emaciated fungal zombie, and more than a dozen metal projectiles penetrated and hit the wood behind, opening more than a dozen holes in the light of the wood, which was already somewhat rotten.

In the half-collapsed wooden house, red, white, black and yellow, the head was blown open, all kinds of viscous body fluids were splashed everywhere, and the thin headless corpse had fallen to the ground, twitching slightly.

Old Donnie exhaled softly, secretly glad that he was lucky, the hardest part had been completed, and then he would get the reward he deserved by sending the sample back to his stronghold in Arkansas.

He didn't dare to delay, and immediately found a way to open the door of this wooden fake house, took a bunch of special utensils, and began to collect various samples of fungal zombies little by little.

(End of chapter)