The content of the diary is mostly trivial matters, and there is no more noteworthy part except the recorder’s own guess on the results of the physical examination.

Judging from the intermittent narrative, a considerable number of troops had been transferred long before the outbreak of the virus.

Su Hao slowly frowned and murmured to himself: "Class A...Class B..."

The future world military archives did not mention any information related to it. Of course, it may also be because my review level was not enough at that time and I could not see more hidden secrets.

A roar of the engine came from a distance.

Su Hao quickly walked to the window and saw two heavy military trucks driving into the door in sequence. One end came out of nowhere. The zombie wandering on the playground rushed up excitedly, but hit the bumper heavily and was then overturned by the tire.

Du Tianhao jumped out of the car and swung his stick to smash the head of the zombie pressing under the car. Behind him, Han Jing, who had just jumped out of the car, was guarding the door with an assault rifle, and was responsible for the warning. Tao Yuan drove another truck slowly to the warehouse inside the passage. Through the windshield in front of the cab, Xinyan's face was covered in sweat, a little nervous and excited.

Su Hao quickly ran downstairs and joined the ranks of transporting supplies.

Four trucks ran back and forth three times. By around 6 p.m., everything stored in the arms and logistics warehouse was emptied without any missed.

..

The convoy loaded with supplies drove out of the city and drove along the route that survivors had long been familiar with, and drove into the warehouse outside the suburbs that seemed abandoned but was actually converted based on underground shelters.

Han Jing and Xinyan jumped out of the cab with a brand new "95" automatic rifle. They quickly closed the warehouse gate and climbed to the top of the small building next to them to watch. Under Su Hao's command, Tao Yuan and Du Tianhao slowly drove the truck into the warehouse, waited for him to turn on the power and press the button, and then carefully drove into the ground along the ramp.

Next to the rice and flour reserve area, weapons and ammunition transported a few hours ago were piled up. Without Su Hao's greeting, the two men had already pulled the cabin bezel and unloaded the cans and compressed biscuits in boxes.

"Food and weapons are separated, and the covers and tools are placed opposite each other. Do not remove the items, and leave half of them according to different types."

In addition to this, there are two other underground warehouses on the south and north of the suburbs of the city. There are actually only abandoned air raid shelters, with an area of ​​about one-fifth of that here, and there is no power facilities and water pipes. The long-term peace has long forgotten the role they were originally given, and even treated as underground buildings that may be demolished at any time.

In order to avoid losses, all kinds of materials can only be stored separately. No one can predict what will happen in the future. Su Hao has no extra staff to stay near the warehouse. The best way is to keep these warehouses in a deserted appearance and continue to disguise.

Tao Yuan picked up an automatic rifle, raised it to his chest, looked at the sight hole for a few seconds, and exclaimed: "We are very powerful. It is only now that I really feel safe with these things."

Du Tianhao was obviously hungry. He tore open a pack of compressed dry food, handed two pieces to Su Hao and Tao Yuan, picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it in big mouths, and said vaguely: "These weapons are enough to equip hundreds of people, and there are plenty of bullets... Well, what, I'm right! That basement is indeed a treasure house."

Su Hao nodded without comment. After eating the biscuits in two bites, he patted the debris on his hands, grabbed a bundle of paratroopers' backpacks from the carriage, and said seriously: "Hurry up and try to finish everything tonight."

..

The rain and night fall together, washing the ground in the dark, washing away blood stasis and dirt, and erasing the remaining wheel marks on the ground.

When the sun rose again, the sky had cleared. The thick clouds had long turned into night rain and disappeared without a trace. The sunlight hit the ground without any obstruction. The accumulated water remaining in the ditches quickly evaporated, and the entire city continued to be shrouded in the heat.

A small "Golden Cup" bus arrived at the end of the road to the west. The milky white body looked particularly eye-catching in the sun. It passed through the silent and uninhabited red light intersection, drove over from the completely opposite direction when Su Hao and others left, and steadily turned into the gate of the security command.

"Wow————”

Pulling open the car door, a group of nervous men jumped down. Three people held guns in their hands, while the rest were holding steel pipes and long-handled machetes. They were obviously familiar with the environment here, quickly dispersed, and patrolled the surroundings with vigilant eyes.

"Wait, it's not right... it's not right!"

A fat man looked at the military truck parked in the playground and shouted in surprise: "The number of cars is wrong. Why, why are there only these? Where are the four more?"

His words immediately attracted everyone's attention. Suddenly, talk of words sounded around him.

"Yes, I remember there were a lot of cars parked here."

"Yes! I was still there when I came last time, why are there no more now?"

"Someone must have been here. Maybe they drove away..."

A group of people expressed their opinions in a mess. They noticed that the situation had changed. They speeded up and walked through the passage next to the building. When they saw the iron doors on the first floor of the barracks area open the warehouse, the expressions on everyone's faces became panic and nervous.

The warehouse was empty and there was nothing left.

"Basement, go to the basement----"

I don’t know who thought of this problem first, and the anxious crowd immediately changed direction, rushed into the side door of the building in panic, and ran down the stairs.

The broken steel door still maintained the appearance of being destroyed yesterday. The ground was covered with broken bricks, and pieces of cement paint were peeled off by the wall. Although twenty-four hours have passed since yesterday morning to now, the air in the room is still dull, retaining a faint smell of gunpowder.

Shocked, shocked, panic, suspicious... The complex expressions on the faces formed a rich and quiet picture in front of the basement door. No one spoke, and even if his throat was itchy and uncomfortable, he just covered it with his hands and coughed slightly.

They all focused their eyes on the middle-aged man standing in front.

He was wearing jeans, standing upright, tall, and not very strong. He could see clear muscle lines from the exposed arms on both sides of the short-sleeved T-shirt. His hair was short and meticulously combed, and he looked tough and majestic.

Zhang Jilin's eyes were filled with strong anger as strong as flames.

He is a real estate developer and, relatively to ordinary people, the so-called "successful person".

When the virus broke out, he happened to have a meeting at a sales center at a construction site. As the boss and his power, employees and workers were naturally gathered. Relying on these people and using the construction materials of the construction site, Zhang Jilin quickly established a protective camp. As for the food and water needed for daily life... In a chaotic situation, who would worry about whether the specific source of these things is to grab it or buy it?

In this era, people who can get land for real estate development have close ties with government officials. Through dinner parties, as well as various entertainment venues, Zhang Jilin met all kinds of officials. At the Security Command, he also had several good military officers and friends. Because of this relationship, he had come to this office building several times and knew that there was a small armory in the basement.

He is a good citizen who abides by the law, and of course he will not suddenly have terrible thoughts such as robbing the arsenal. However, no one expected that there would be a virus outbreak in this world. A beautiful secretary holding a folder next to the conference table who reported the sales data of the property, and his most trusted resource department manager, suddenly turned into a hideous zombie in the movie, and rushed over with his teeth and claws...

Many building materials on the construction site can be used as weapons, but they can only be used for hand-to-hand combat. With all external contacts interrupted, no police or rescue personnel appearing, Zhang Jilin naturally wanted to get a gun and thought of the underground armory of the Security Command.

Four days ago, he and others had already been here once. From the barracks and the bodies of the dead soldiers, they found a pistol and seven rifles, and more than 200 bullets. The steel doors of the armory were extremely strong, and the hammer and steel drill could not loosen it at all. In desperation, Zhang Jilin had to take his men and go somewhere else to find more powerful destructive tools.

He spent two days in the exhibition hall of the Heavy Industry Machinery Factory to find a small impact drill for ore mining. This thing can penetrate even thick granite, let alone ordinary concrete walls.

But now...

Zhang Jilin gritted his teeth hard and made a "clog" friction. The corners of his eyes kept twitching, his eyes were covered with bloodshots, and despair gradually spread in his mind.

He felt unprecedented regret. Even when he was caught by his wife a few years ago and had half of his property separated through divorce, he did not want to slap himself a few times like he is now. Those zombies are very terrible. Without enough weapons, it would be difficult to survive in this city. If a few people were left here at that time, if they were not afraid of attracting more zombies and drove an excavator directly from the construction site, then everything in the armory would be under control.

Who is it?

Who stole my gun?

Zhang Jilin didn't think there was anything wrong with this idea. He didn't know why someone turned into a zombie, but he was sure that there was some change in the world. There was no radio wave or order, and the things in the shops on the street could be taken casually... He didn't like this, and he felt very scary, very frightened, and instinctively feared.

His assets are as high as 500 million.

He owns beautiful independent viewing villas, luxury sports cars worth millions.

He holds jobs for hundreds of people in the company. Whether it is secretary, manager, worker, or even ordinary government officials see him, their eyes always subconsciously show flattering and respectful gazes.

Zhang Jilin enjoyed all this very much. It is precisely because of this that he felt disgusted and hated words such as war, disaster, and turmoil.

He never watches disaster films or war films. He feels disgusting when he hears the names of movies such as "2012" and "World War". Entertainment films such as "Flowers and Moons" and "Happy Evenings in Flowers" are his favorites. The reason is simple - war and chaos will not bring him any benefits, but will only make him fall from the top of the high society. The wealth he has struggled for many years instantly turns into bubbles, and deposits and mansions become worthless. If the world really becomes that way... what should I do?

This kind of thing is indeed terrible——No one is willing to work for themselves anymore, money is just waste paper, and employees who were originally bent on their heads are no longer as obedient as before.

This is definitely not a fantasy, but a reality that happens around you.

After the outbreak of the virus, Zhang Jilin gathered all the survivors on the construction site. He knew very well that these people obeyed orders only because they were their bosses. Status, wealth and accumulation of power were the only reliances to maintain their current status. But these things would gradually lose their effect over time. He had discovered that workers were slandering their orders, and some people conspired to leave the construction site in private. Even the driver and his assistant became less obedient.

All of this scared him.

Zhang Jilin understood: Once the dazzling aura of wealth and status is abandoned, they will no longer be able to command and control these people. Any of them will be stronger than themselves. If they were not convinced that chaos was just temporary, the police and the army would soon come to rescue, they would not be as obedient as they are now. They would even kill themselves.

Just like during the wars in history, the richest people are always the primary targets of being plundered and robbed.

Zhang Jilin must maintain the advantages brought by wealth and status. In addition to the identity bubble that may be exposed at any time, he can only rack his brains to prove the value of his existence. He wants to show that he is smarter, more strategic and foresight than others. Only in this way can he not be abandoned like garbage.

Looking at the empty armory and the steel doors that turned into "concave" shape beside him, he felt his mind blank, and he seemed to be a drowning person who had been struggling for a long time. He completely exhausted his strength and suddenly sank.

What should I do without a gun?

Who stole the weapon that originally belonged to me?

Me, I'm going to kill him!

..

Tao Yuan stood beside the induction cooker, looking at the hen in the soup pot that had been stewed for more than two hours and had a bright yellow and greasy skin. He licked his lips excitedly, picked up a packet of "Wang Shouyi Thirteen Scents" pepper powder from the table, tore it open, and shook it in.

Liao Qiu squatted in front of the pool in the corner of the hall, used a knife to pick out a field mouse whose skin had been peeled off and was covered with white body. He quickly dug out the internal organs, then cut off the head, tail and claws, and threw the white and tender body into the bamboo basket that had been made next to him. He picked up another one from the ground and repeated the same action.

The hen was found in a small farmhouse yard on the way back to the shooting training in the countryside.

At that time, it was curled up in the deepest corner of the circle, staring at the zombie that had turned into a zombie, but was blocked by a chicken cage. It wanted to eat, but could not catch its hostess, "grizzled" and screamed. So the survivors cut off the head of the peasant woman's zombie, washed the poor hen, plucked the hair and broke it open, and cooked it into the pot with green onion and ginger.

Anyway, its ending is dead, the only difference is whether it is cooked or eaten raw.

As for the voles... these guys are very fat. They put star anise, grass fruit, cinnamon and chili. The taste is very good and crispy when braised in yellow.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very warm, and people praised the taste of the dish. Several girls were obviously a little resistant to rat meat, but could not resist the invasion of the rich aroma. Xinyan first picked up a small piece to taste it, and immediately gave up the comments about the disgusting, dirty, parasites in his mind, and turned to fresh, tender and delicious subjective thinking. Under her guidance, the twin sisters were no longer afraid, and even ate more boldly than men.

Soon, the soup was drunk and the meat was chewed so much that it was not even left with bones.

Survivors have eaten canned food for too long. If it weren’t for some fresh vegetables to be found in the fields outside the country, they often had the illusion that food did not need taste at all, just the mechanical process of food entering the stomach from the mouth.

Du Tianhao wiped his greasy mouth, took out a cigarette, spread it around the table, lit another branch for himself, took a deep breath, and let out a breath of great comfort.

"I haven't eaten it for a long time and feel so comfortable."

"Actually, we can build a chicken pen."

Li Xiaomei held the child as usual. She glanced at her husband sitting next to her and made suggestions.

Su Hao shook his head: "No. Doing that will attract all the zombies. Of course, breeding and farming mean our future supplies. But before that, the most important thing is to build a wild station as soon as possible."

Xinyan inserted: "I have been to the nearby steel trading market. I can use diesel engines to generate electricity and cut the steel bars into the building materials we need."

Lao Song took the bubbled tea and took a sip and said, "There are a lot of inventory in the cement factory warehouse outside the city, and more than half of them are high-grade cement. We can use it at will, haha... there is no need to pay."

Tao Yuan reached out and stroked his son's furry head and participated in the discussion: "I got several books on excavators and concrete mixers from the automobile market. It is not as difficult as I imagined to operate these machines. They all have some work that depends on the eyes and need to be practiced more."

"Then prepare for two more weeks."

Su Hao stood up and said seriously: "We have sufficient food and weapons reserves, but we lack sufficient staff. There should be many survivors in this city, so we should try to gather some as much as possible during this period. If there are many people, the construction speed of outdoor resident will be faster."
Chapter completed!