Zhang Xiaoqiang brought his men to search the two hills carefully, and killed a few zombies that were either tourists or employees of the hot spring. After that, he drove the off-road vehicle around the hot spring, as long as there was someone who had lived in the past, even if it was the most remote corner, Zhang Xiaoqiang would send people to search and kill any zombies that might exist.
Until there was not a single zombie within a 10 li radius of the hot spring, Zhang Xiaoqiang brought his men to raid the preparation office of the mining company, and brought all the construction materials and engineering vehicles back. Of course, the luxurious office was also turned upside down by Zhang Xiaoqiang and his men, all the famous paintings, luxurious carpets, and all the high-end furniture were all moved to Zhang Xiaoqiang's villa. After that, Old Frank brought his men to use the materials to build a large cement oil storage tank, while he brought his men to all the petrol stations in the county.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's greedy nature flared up this time, as long as he saw something, it did not matter if it was useful or not, he would drag it back to the hot spring and hand it over to He Wen Bin to categorize and store. The grains in the granary were all dragged back and stored in the cave. Actually, the resources that Zhang Xiaoqiang had gathered were enough for a small settlement of a hundred people to use for a long time, but he kept feeling a sense of urgency, forcing him to continuously gather all the resources. He did not know what this sense of urgency meant, but he knew that there were no factories that could produce these things, and he had to gather as many resources as he could before leaving.
Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the bumpy and worn out Land Rover, while Yang Ke-er sat excitedly in the driver's seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel as the stereo played metal rock music. Zhang Xiaoqiang held his head and pretended to be dead, while Yang Ke-er shook her head to the music, occasionally using her tender voice to shout out lyrics that were out of tune. Shanghai Qiaoyun sat beside Yang Ke-er and watched her drive, occasionally pointing out her mistakes, but mostly looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang who was pretending to be asleep.
She had gone on many missions with Zhang Xiaoqiang, and at that time her unreliable marksmanship had shown off a few times. Now she could already raise her chin in front of those men, and those men didn't dare to look at her with lustful eyes. What was depressing was that men didn't dare to look at her, but Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't seem to look at her either, especially every time he used his gun to kill a Type-S zombie, he wouldn't get close to her. It was as if a thick wall had been built between the two of them.
Yesterday they encountered a particularly fast zombie, and when the men in the combat team saw it, it was as if they had seen a ghost. They threw away their guns and ran. Zhang Xiaoqiang also seemed to be very nervous. He pulled out something that looked like a fish net from his bag and prepared to meet it. She saw the zombie leaving afterimages as it pounced towards Zhang Xiaoqiang, and her heart tightened. The rifle in her hand was unconsciously raised, and a bullet hit its chest, causing it to pause for a moment. Then another bullet pierced through its eye. Seeing the zombie fall, she didn't even have the time to relax. The rifle in her hand continued to fire, and every bullet hit the zombie's head. What made her even more frightened was that her hand dropped the rifle, and automatically pulled out the pistol and loaded it. Her two legs automatically ran in front of the zombie, and only after she sent the bullets from the pistol into the zombie's head did she regain control of her body. That was until the stupefied Zhang Xiaoqiang came forward and chopped off the zombie's head.
She was very scared. She didn't know what had happened to her body. She wanted to find Zhang Xiaoqiang and get some comfort. After she told Zhang Xiaoqiang what she did when she killed the zombie, Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to be even more panicked than she was. He looked at her with an evasive gaze, and his feet slowly moved away from her. This made her even more scared, until Zhang Xiaoqiang told her that it might be her family that was protecting her.
She actually just needed a reason, a comfort. After hearing Zhang Xiaoqiang's somewhat ridiculous reason, she believed it. She thought that her mother was protecting her, but why was Zhang Xiaoqiang so afraid of her?
She thought that she could fall in love, but she didn't think that being too outstanding would scare men.
She did not know that Zhang Xiaoqiang was also in a dilemma. He loved and feared Shanghai Qiaoyun. He loved her unpredictable marksmanship, and feared the things hidden on her body. Yesterday, he found a small warehouse, and thought it would be a piece of cake, but who knew that an S2 would suddenly appear. The men who had seen the S2 in the warehouse before ran away. Zhang Xiaoqiang took out his secret weapon to deal with the S2, a fishing net made by Wang Le using the brake cables of his motorcycle. Just as he was about to throw the fishing net at the S2, Shanghai Qiaoyun's gun rang out. Unlike before, the rifle in her hand continued to fire. Even when the S2 fell, Shanghai Qiaoyun did not stop firing. Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that Shanghai Qiaoyun was different from before. There was no emotion in her eyes. When she threw the rifle away and loaded the gun, she walked towards the S2. That kind of elegance was unforgettable. Her speed was neither fast nor slow, as though she was taking a stroll by the lake in the villa district.
Her expression was still calm as she gently raised the pistol. Her two beautiful eyes that were as bright as gems did not seem to have any focus. The muzzle of her gun was pointed at the S2, but her eyes were not looking at the S2. Her expression was calm as she elegantly raised the M1911A1 pistol, just like how she would raise a glass of red wine at a banquet. That kind of beauty caused people to be unable to relate to the massacre that was about to begin. The black flash of the pistol in her hand spewed out dark red flames. Following the continuous movements of the gun, the S2 that was lying on the ground began its final struggle. It used its two elbows to try to get up, its two legs kicking the ground non-stop. Shangguan Qiao Yun saw the S2 struggling beneath her feet, but she did not panic. Her eyelashes did not even twitch as she calmly fired the remaining bullets into the S2's head.
All the men, including Zhang Xiaoqiang, were shocked by Shanghai Qiaoyun's methods. Shanghai Qiaoyun's performance from start to end was … How should it be described?
Very elegant, yes, elegant, like a beautiful red-crowned crane striding gracefully in a wetland river to forage for food. Those frightening, ugly zombies were just small fish in her mouth. In the end, Shanghai Qiaoyun regained her previous expression. She looked at her own hand in shock, as though she was surprised by her own actions. Her eyes were once again filled with emotions, but it was fear. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked up and chopped off the S2's head. He looked at the confused Shanghai Qiaoyun, and the chill in his heart grew thicker. He dared to bet a thousand people that something was wrong with Shanghai Qiaoyun. As for what was wrong?
He shivered, not daring to think about it.