This was a small district with a park behind it. It was very big and the environment was very good, especially the greenery was quite beautiful. It was a pity that after the outbreak of the apocalypse, this place had become a wasteland. Now people were plowing the soil in the park and sowing the seeds of vegetables and fruits. There was a small river next to it, which was very convenient. Many survivors had migrated here with their families.
Although it was not as good as the days of the previous civilized era, people would not starve here. The boss here was a retired soldier. The zombies in this community were cleared by him and his men. Every day, he would go out with his men to collect materials. Batches of food and daily necessities were piled up in the warehouse. The people living here only needed to do their daily work and then they could get their food. The daily work was very simple, it was farming.
This was a long-term development goal. Most people had participated in the planning, and they had great expectations. It wouldn't be long before they could eat fresh vegetables. Some people even fenced up the side and raised some livestock.
The days were getting better and better. Life was monotonous but fulfilling. Everything was developing in a good direction. There were more and more people in the community. Gradually, it could accommodate thousands of people, forming a small survival base.
They called this place Xianguo Base. The name was taken from the homonym of the retired soldier's name – Cheng Xianguo. It also implied that there would be fresh fruits and vegetables everywhere in the future. They wanted to build this place into their home.
There was an open space in the residential area with many cars parked there. A tall off-road vehicle was very eye-catching, and there was a red plastic bucket beside it. The water in the bucket was already black, and a person was wiping the car with a rag, sweating profusely.
The man was Zhou Shuli. The off-road vehicle was the G55 that Chu Han had been using before.
Zhou Shuli's face was ferocious and unwilling. It was not easy for him to get so much food. But when he arrived here, he found that everything in the trunk was gone!
Now he only had this car left. Fortunately, it was this hard car that allowed him to rush out of the zombies. But he was still unwilling. He did not want to work here. He did not want to listen to the distribution of food. Everything was in order. There were no women for him to play with and no men to flatter him. What was this?
What was the difference between this and his previous life?
What was the meaning of the outbreak of the apocalypse for him?
"My brother will come back soon, right?"
Suddenly, a group of people passed by. A young man was walking in the middle of the group. He looked like Cheng Xianguo. He was his younger brother, Cheng Zehao.
"That's right. I wonder how many items Boss Xian Guo will be able to bring back this time." The person beside him was filled with satisfaction.
"I hope there's a girl, hahaha!" The others began to act unscrupulously.
"Hey!
Don't let my brother hear it! "Chen Zehao grinned.
"Of course!
Your brother is too serious! "Someone immediately replied.
Zhou Shuli looked at them coldly. These people were dressed very cleanly. He glanced at his dirty appearance. F * ck, he didn't even have a single piece of good clothes!
"Eh?
Are you new here? "
Chen Zehao soon found Zhou Shuli. After all, he was the only one here who did not work and only cared about cleaning the car. "Stop cleaning, it will still be dirty in the future."
Zhou Shuli didn't answer. He had fallen from heaven to hell in one day, which made him feel terrible.
Zhou Shuli's disregard made Chen Zehao feel gloomy. He walked forward and flicked the G55 with his finger, "This car is not bad. Where did you get it?"
"Don't touch my things!" Zhou Shuli shouted loudly, causing the people around him to immediately stop playing.
Chen Zehao's hand stopped in the air and he was so angry. His brother was the founder of this base and he was the most prestigious person here. As Cheng Xianguo's younger brother, everyone was trying to get close to him. No one dared to talk to him like that. This newcomer was really bold!
He took back his hand and stared at the red plastic bucket beside Zhou Shuli's feet. He smiled and said, "Water is precious. How could you waste so much? There is no food for you tonight."
After that, he strode away. The people behind him looked at Zhou Shuli sarcastically and followed him.
"F * ck!" Zhou Shuli kicked the bucket fiercely. He was so angry that he was about to explode. Why?!
Chen Zehao who had walked far away had killing intent in his eyes. He hated disobedient people the most.
"Second Master!"
Suddenly a car came from afar. It was a team of people who went out to look for supplies in the morning. The person in the car waved to Chen Zehao, "There is a group of newcomers!"
"Oh?
Welcome! "
Chen Zehao changed his smile and walked forward. It was good to have more people as there would be more people to work and there would be more food in the coming year. Anyway, he was not the one who had to work hard.
"It is a group of college students from Mingqiu City!" The person smiled and pointed at the cars behind them.
"College students?"
Chen Zehao looked at them. To be honest, he did not like college students because he could not get into a college.
There were five new cars. Apart from the four normal pickups, there was a red Ferrari 458 in the middle!
Driving a sports car in the apocalypse?!
Although the car was broken like a pile of scrap iron, it was still very eye-catching. It was funny.
"Hahaha!" Someone laughed.
It was so broken and it still drove?
Could it kill zombies?
The owner of the car must be joking!
Screek-
The five cars stopped and a group of young college students jumped out of the cars. There were both men and women. All of them were dirty and emaciated. It seemed that they had suffered a lot.
At this time, the people in the sports car also got out. It was a man and a woman. They were as miserable as refugees.
"Hello, I am the second master of Xianguo Base, Chen Zehao."
Chen Zehao went forward to greet him. He looked at the sports car without hiding it. Although it was not suitable, he really wanted to try driving a sports car.
"Hello, I am Ding Xue." A young girl in the crowd came forward and extended her right hand to Chen Zehao.
Surprise flashed in Chen Zehao's eyes. He glanced at Ding Xue for a few seconds, smiled and shook hands with her. Then he looked at the two people who got off the sports car. "Who are they?"
After all, driving a sports car in the apocalypse, especially a broken one. It was hard not to notice.
Ding Xue frowned but still replied politely, "Duan Ming and Ji Qingliu."
"Oh, really?" Chen Zehao smiled and looked at them mockingly.
"Is this base safe?
How can people live in such a place? "Duan Ming looked at the place and said to Chen Zehao," Do you have food?
I am starving. "
"Do you have crabs?
I can give you money. "
Ji Qingliu also spoke. At the same time, she licked her dirty and smelly lips. She was really hungry. The past few days were not for a human to live.
Chen Zehao could not help but laugh. These two people were like refugees and they still wanted to ask for conditions?
"Isn't that my car?!"
Ji Qingliu suddenly shouted and pointed at the G55 next to Zhou Shuli angrily, "That is my car!
I was the one who personally chose that plate number with three eights! "