The sky was slightly bright.

Xiang Li and the three of them came to their senses early in the morning and went to the base mission hall to pick up the task.

[Task 1: Rescue the residents of M City, 1 person contributes 100 points.] 】

[Task 2: Kill zombies, 1 contribution for 1 only.] 】

[Mission 3: The hunting team recruits two teammates......]

[Mission 4: ......]

The trio looked up and read out the tasks on the scrolling screen.

"It's not simple, let's take the first two, just right points and contribution points!" The fat man clenched his fists.

Xiang Li walked over to the front desk staff.

The staff members put their feet on the table, flipped through a novel in their hands, and ignored the people who came to take the task.

Xiang Li glanced at it, and his name was "Big Horse Monkey Breeding Manual"

“……”

"Ahem!"

The thin-faced male staff member didn't raise his head, and said impatiently: "Take the sign on the left side of the task, put the sign on the right side of the task, and register it yourself." ”

The doctor picked up the small sign in the plastic basket on the left, numbered 1, and flipped through to find the number 2.

"How do you calculate the number of zombies killed?" Xiang Li picked up a small sign with two fingers and looked through it, the number on it was almost smoothed out, and it was stained with sweat and blood.

"Tsk, why are you back at the base?"

The staff looked up suddenly, the impatience on their faces twisted into a flattering smile when they saw Xiang Li and the three of them clearly.

"Yo, it's a guest at the base!" He quickly lowered his legs and pulled out three thumb-sized instruments from a drawer.

"This is a counter made by Professor Lin of our base, hang it on your body, and you will accurately record how many zombies you have killed."

He rubbed his hands and smiled: "This counter was originally only rented and not sold, but we are all a family when we enter the base, and these three counters are my Hu Laosi's meeting gift!" ”

Hu Laosi's uncle is an assistant to a certain management of the base, and he relies on this relationship to get the fat difference of the staff in the mission hall.

His uncle told the three-person team to make friends as much as possible, and never offend.

Originally, it was expected that people who had just entered the survivor base would stay for a few more days before taking on the mission, just like most survivors, and they had to start working until the 50 contribution points distributed for free at the base were used up.

I didn't expect these people to start rolling on the first day.

It deserves to be a [player].

Xiang Li didn't see the staff's secret look, took the counter, and fiddled with it strangely for a while and hung it on his waist.

But everything is ready, and how to get around is a problem.

The staff is a good person, and as soon as their eyes rolled, they enthusiastically began to introduce the location of the base car rental agency.

When a few people came to the car dealership he said, they were completely shocked-

A few tattered three-jumpers were parked haphazardly in the open space in front of the storefront, and a bald man wearing a gold chain sat on a low stool, holding a bucket of instant noodles in his hand and snorting.

The domineering fragrance spread far and wide.

The passing survivor greedily took a deep breath and secretly envied the owner of the car dealership for his good food.

"Yo, Boss Wang, you don't get tired of eating instant noodles every day?" The visitor was wearing a colorful shirt, with his hands in his pockets, and large sunglasses hanging on the tip of his nose, revealing a pair of narrow fox eyes.

"Goo-dong!" Boss Wang raised his head and drank the last mouthful of noodle soup and threw the garbage into the trash can at his feet.

"Hiccup, who can compare to you Boss Zhang, who eats and drinks spicy food and spicy food behind the butt of the hunting team every day."

"You!"

Passers-by have long been surprised by this scene, Boss Wang and Boss Zhang are in the same car rental business, the two are competitors, and they are tired of each other.

However, Boss Zhang's business is not as good as Boss Wang's, and he can't move every day.

"Boss Wang, rent a car." Wang Fuqiang heard a young woman's voice and turned his head to meet the face of the beautiful girl.

"There are only a few in the open space." Wang Fuqiang was stunned for a moment and raised his chin.

“……”

Xiang Li: "Didn't you say that there are military jeeps?" ”

There was a sneer from the side.

"Yes, yes, but it's your turn?"

The fox-eyed man looked her up and down: "Tsk, the little girl's heart is higher than the sky." ”

Wang Fuqiang: "Don't listen to his nonsense. The four-wheeled ones were all requisitioned by the base garrison, and the survivors could only use these three-wheeled ones. ”

"If you are in a hurry to get out of the base, I advise you to rent one quickly. When there are a lot of people doing tasks in a while, don't look at them as unsightly, they will be robbed up soon.

The most expensive thing in the end is not the car, but the oil. Now that the zombie outbreak is only a few days away, the gasoline is still sufficient, and it can temporarily supply the survivors of the base to travel.

Military jeeps are only occasionally used by a few powerful zombie hunting teams in the base, and the rest like to rent a car dealership's three jumpers to travel, which is simple to use and has low fuel consumption.

……

The fat man and the doctor were squatting outside boredly observing the surrounding scenery, and suddenly blocked a three-jumper in front of them.

The two looked up in confusion.

Xiang Li put one hand on the steering wheel and hooked his fingers at the two: "Get in the car." ”

The fat man and the doctor staggered onto the body of the little three-wheeled car and sat down with their knees crossed.

"Doodoo ......" The little three-wheeler made a slight noise and shrugged off.

The two people in the car and the survivors on the side of the road looked at each other and covered their faces.

Survivor:? ʘ‿ʘ