"Ouch," Chun Cao said in astonishment, "A fat sheep, this is it."

The last wave of autumn sunshine burned the asphalt road, and a few zombies were wandering aimlessly in front of the road. Zhou Rong stepped on the accelerator, knocked them away with a few bangs, and then stopped on the roadside.

A container truck remained on its side, with the door wide open and the cab splattered with black blood.

Yan Hao narrowed his eyes: "Isn't this the car named Feng last night?"

"They came to me early this morning and asked me if I could borrow a car so that they could use their initiative as Alphas to clean up zombies in the surrounding areas." Zhou Rong picked up the crowbar and jumped out of the car, the sunlight reflecting on his face.

His arrogant short hair and sunglasses showed a malicious expression on his face: "I knew there was something fishy as soon as I heard it. Are these idiot Alphas so diligent?"

Simon rarely took the initiative to express his views:

"Um."

Chuncao and Yan Hao, who then got out of the car, both had distorted expressions.

"...Brother Rong is so shameless," Chuncao whispered.

Yan Hao nodded with complicated emotions.

"The Feng family is a powerful local. Master Feng came out with a group of men and women to escape. How can he take nothing but cash?" Zhou Rong inserted the steel crowbar into the lock of the already twisted container and grabbed it with both hands.

He put his foot against the rear door and sneered: "You want to trick me into using my car to move goods, but the door... doesn't even..."

Zhou Rong said "Hey!", the muscles on the back of his arms bulged, and he pried open the container door!

"We agreed not to take advantage of the masses?" Yan Hao teased.

Zhou Rong threw the crowbar casually, opened the container door with his bare hands, and took two steps back amidst the loud noise:

"It is the responsibility of the public security department to collect illegal firearms." Zhou Rong said politely: "I have kindly performed my duties for the Public Security Department of City B. You're welcome."

The container was densely packed with rice noodles, biscuits, cans and various supplies. There were several guns hanging on the wall of the container, all of them were Type 6 | Type 4, Type 5 and Type 6. Three micro-guns were thrown on the ground. What was shocking was that there was an Eight-gun.

|Nine heavy machine guns.

Yan Hao kept his mouth open: "..."

"Awesome... awesome..." Chun Cao jumped into the container in a few steps and looked at the dozens of boxes of bullets at his feet. Even his voice trembled: "With these zombies, why are you afraid of them? Just shoot them. Why did those people run away last night?

?”

"Because it's too late." Zhou Rong gave her the answer: "Hundreds of zombies swarmed up in the dark night. Those with poor psychological quality will collapse immediately. In the chaos, they can only run forward in a swarm. This is a matter of combat literacy."

Yan Hao carefully observed the Type 8|9 type. He touched the barrel of the gun with a pilgrim-like expression for a long time and murmured: "I haven't seen it since I selected it into 118. It turns out that the troops below are still using it.

.I thought it had already entered the history museum..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Rong gave him a kick: "This guy is so bad at pretending, go back and reload!"

Ten minutes later, under the bright sun, several people were carrying guns and bullets back and forth, sweating profusely.

"I said, Master Feng, that's okay. Could it be that he robbed the police station? I heard them say that City B is completely occupied now. It's not surprising what this group of people did..."

Zhou Rong interrupted the panting Chun Cao: "No, it should be a private collection. You see, the 8|9 style and microflush have been obviously modified. They may have been purchased privately through black market channels."

Chun Cao nodded in confusion. Yan Hao held a 30-kilogram bullet box in one hand and threw it onto the armored vehicle with two bangs. He said: "There are bullets of all kinds. People who simply collect guns will not have that much ammunition.

They should have plundered them from scrapped military vehicles along the way... By the way, didn't they want to come back to move things? By then, the arms would be gone, how to explain it?"

Zhou Rong said coldly: "What arms? Are there any arms? How could Mr. Feng Wentai, one of the top ten outstanding young men in the country, have arms in his escape car?"

Zhou Rong wrapped the heavy machine gun bullet belt around himself in circles, looking like an Asian version of Stallone. Then he staggered back to the armored vehicle, dumped the bullet belt on the car board, and let out a sharp breath.

He moved his neck left and right, leaving numerous deep marks on his neck.

"Don't touch even a penny of the rice and flour in this car. Bring Feng Wentai back and let them confirm with their own eyes that our people's army is clean and innocent. As for the Feng family's bodyguards, they are useful for me to keep. In a few days we will

After setting off for Military Region B..."

Zhou Rong pushed up his sunglasses. Under the sun, his side face was covered with sweat, showing his unruly and tough outline:

"Leave the temporary shelter to them, otherwise more than thirty Betas may not be able to hold it even for a week."

Yan Hao asked: "Are you finally willing to take everyone together, captain?"

Zhou Rong said: "What else can I do? You rely on me and love me so much."

"..." Yan Hao was silent for a few seconds, "Can't we leave the fertilizer factory to Feng Wentai? If something happens, we can't push others out to the rear?"

Zhou Rong cherished the Type 8 |

I don’t dare to go too far. Besides, for their own safety, they all have to participate in protecting the fertilizer plant. When the time comes, I will distribute the supplies... and hand over the key to China and Pakistan to the doctor named Zheng..."

Zhou Rong suddenly raised his head: "Why are we the only two working?!"

Sinan and Chuncao stopped chewing at the same time, but it was already too late.

Zhou Rong dug through the pile of boxes and saw that in the innermost layer of the container, the cheap girl and the non-staff fighter were squatting head to head, each holding a can, eating deliciously.

"..." Zhou Rong took a deep breath, suddenly saw the types of cans, and immediately became angry:

"You two are almost the same! What time is it? What kind of caviar are you eating?!"

Chun Cao trembled and pointed at Simon: "I, I, I don't know anything. He said this is valuable and delicious..."

Si Nan held a spoon and explained: "I'm not in the system, so I don't have to listen to your orders."

Zhou Rong went up and took away the canned food from the two of them without any explanation. He drove Chuncao away to move things like a chicken, and poked Simon's eyebrows to teach him: "You won't eat the canned luncheon meat if you don't fry it, and you won't eat the compressed biscuits without filling, all day long."

You still have the idea of ​​​​a chicken coop, are you going to find a cow to milk you specially someday? Who is used to this spoiled problem? "

Si Nan looked at him coldly.

"Count all the materials on the container truck within half an hour, otherwise the cans will be turned over to the state." Zhou Rong patted his head and said majestically: "Go!"

Half an hour later, Yan Hao stomped the mineral water tank back to the ground, wiped his sweat and said, "Two hundred and sixteen."

"Five hundred kilograms," Zhou Rong squatted unsteadily on the edge and recorded the total weight of the rice bag.

Not far away, Si Nan was sitting in the back cabin of an armored vehicle, crossing his feet and continuing to eat his canned food. This time he changed it to a can of strawberries in sugar water, and occasionally fed two spring grasses.

Zhou Rong was exhausted, clapped his hands and stood up and said: "Okay, let's call it a day and go back to camp!" After saying that, he jumped off the container and returned to the armored vehicle. When he passed by Simon, he fiercely thrust the caviar can back into his hand.

·

Feng Wentai circled back and forth in the front yard of the fertilizer plant, finally waiting for the special forces' biochemical armored vehicle to come back, and immediately stood still. Although he tried his best to be calm, he still couldn't hide a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

"Hey Master Feng, what are you doing?" Zhou Rong poked his head out of the car and said with a smile.

Feng Wentai stepped forward quickly with a smile on his face. Just as he was about to say something, Zhou Rong interrupted him slowly:

"Oh, yes, there is something I need to tell you. We found the truck that you rolled over last night on the side of the road. There was a lot of supplies in it, and we were wondering if you should move everything back...

"

What Feng Wentai was most worried about happened, and his face suddenly stiffened.

"Don't worry, nothing has been moved. The rice, flour, oil, food, medicine, blankets, etc. are all there." Zhou Rong said with a smile: "You can't take advantage of the common people. You have to take the initiative to hand it over to the state."

"..." Feng Wentai immediately said: "No need to go to so much trouble, Captain Zhou can just hand it over for me."

Of course, Zhou Rong immediately said that this cannot be done, that discipline must be followed, and that the personal property of the affected people cannot be handled privately. The two of them went back and forth like a see-saw for a long time, and Feng Wentai lived up to expectations and won.

The people who came to seek refuge accepted his supplies.

Feng Wentai rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "One more thing. To be honest, I am a military fan. There are some things in the container that were my personal collection in the past. They have been modified, and they are actually not lethal..."

Zhou Rong was confused: "What?"

"That's right," Feng Wentai seemed a little embarrassed to say: "When I was studying abroad, my military fan friends gave it to me...a few Uzi micro punches and the like..."

"Oh, you can't see that!" Zhou Rong slapped his thigh: "Are you sure you're in the car?"

Feng Wentai nodded.

Zhou Rong said regretfully: "That is a good thing. Someone must have picked it up. Why didn't you tell me last night? If I had known earlier, I would have taken it for you last night. How could it be still there now?"

Although he had had a premonition, when he saw Zhou Rong's innocent expression with his own eyes, Feng Wentai choked up a mouthful of blood.

"——Brother," Zhou Rong ignored Feng Wentai's expression, forcibly hooked his neck and walked towards the courtyard.

"In two days we plan to go to City B and go to the military area to find Mr. Xiangzi. You know, their leaders have special shelters. Minister Guo doesn't want his grandson to take risks outside..."

Feng Wentai said repeatedly: "Definitely, definitely."

"We plan to go back and forth in three days, no more than a week at most. During this period, you and your men may be a little tired. Please help take care of this fertilizer factory. The survivors of No. 36 were all rescued by us from T City.

Come out." Zhou Rong stopped, pressed Feng Wentai's shoulder, and said solemnly: "After we come out of the B military area, we will specially take all the people who are sharing the difficulties with us at this moment into the shelter."

Feng Wentai wanted to ask something, but Zhou Rong lowered his voice and said: "Of course it's not a concentration camp-style shelter for the people...you know, brother."

Of course Feng Wentai could understand this, but he nodded, still a little hesitant: "Would it be too risky for Captain Zhou to come out from the military area to pick up all of us? Why don't we go together? Anyway, the CMB

The car is big enough to sit in…”

Although the words are nice, Master Feng's worries are very obvious - who knows if you will return from Military Region B to pick us up?

The firearms have been taken away by you. When the time comes, you will go to the chief's refuge to enjoy the blessings, and leave everyone to fend for themselves in this fertilizer factory. That will be very bad.

Zhou Rong sighed heavily under his suspicious eyes: "It's not that I don't want to, Brother Feng! But the ground in City B has basically been occupied. If I take you to drive in, we will charge all the way..." He pointed in the direction of the factory dormitory with his finger.

: "Did you see that pregnant woman?"
To be continued...