The armed personnel in the back of the truck were still clamoring, and the chaotic noise covered the gunshots. They did not find murderous intent hidden in the depths of the darkness, and the enemy they were about to face was not just zombies, but more powerful opponents than this.

Han Fei was stunned.

He had injected a first-level enhancement potion but had not taken silver bones, so he was naturally not a real enhancement person. However, the enhancement effect of the potion on vision was enough to allow him to see the scenery outside the car window in the dark, and the driver who died around him clearly told him the facts that were happening.

..Some people, some people are shooting at me?

Han Fei tried hard to think of this sentence from his dull head. Before he could react, a huge orange-red light suddenly appeared in front of him and flew sharply towards the truck.

Is it a rocket?

This idea immediately emerged from Han Fei's mind.

Before he could think too much, he subconsciously pushed open the car door, jumped out of the cab, rolled on the ground a few times. Before he could stand up, a violent explosion came from behind him. The whole truck was blown up from the ground, and a ball of hot and burning flames rose. Several people covered in flames escaped from the car, screaming and running back and forth like headless flies. The whole truck was completely wrapped in smoke, and the sound of bullets bursting in the depths of the fire made a "crackling" sound.

A rain-like gravel fell from the air, cutting Han Fei's cheeks and nose bridge. He felt his mind was very messy, and his ears were filled with "buzzing" noises. A broken mirror was blown away not far from him. With the help of the flashing fire, Han Fei saw that he was in the mirror was pale and his eyes were filled with blood.

He staggered and wanted to stand up, but his body, which was affected by the waves of air, did not have enough strength to complete the entire movement. Han Fei could only lie down and gasp, watching his subordinates standing on the rooftop being shot by bullets shot from the depths of the darkness one by one, screaming and falling from a high place, falling to death.

Two off-road vehicles drove out at the end of the street in the dark and rushed into the camp like a bison. Suddenly, the stopping wheels stirred up a large swath of dust on the ground, and parked steadily between the corpse and the wreckage of the truck.

Su Hao and Cao Rui walked out of the two cars respectively, and several fully armed team members quickly dispersed behind them. They looked expressionless and regained guns at the head of the dying person who was lying on the ground, then flashed into the building, gathering all kinds of valuable resources and equipment.

Han Fei gritted her teeth and tried hard to get up. She stared at Su Hao standing in front of her with great hatred. The latter stared at him with cold eyes, and the focus of her eyes quickly gathered on the group emblem on Han Fei's chest.

"So, you are from the "Shengfei" group."

Su Hao murmured. Before he finished speaking, he had already swung his fists to make the half-dead man fly backwards and fall heavily to the ground. Cao Rui next to him looked at Han Fei coldly, and the assault rifle in his hand kept aiming at his eyebrows, without interrupting and saying a word or helping the man get out of trouble.

With one punch in contact, Han Fei already felt the huge power from the opponent's fist.

It was an indescribable impact——It shattered its entire arm, spread to the sternum, and its internal organs were instantly displaced. It was not a power that humans could possess, but a terrible collision that only machines weighed as much as a tons of meters.

"You...you..."

Han Fei's face was covered in blood. He struggled to raise his head, trembling, and shouted at Su Hao in an extremely shocked and hysterical voice: "Second level, third level...no, it should be stronger than third level. Who are you?"

This violent force that was enough to destroy everything has exceeded Han Fei's cognition.

Su Hao walked over in silence, squatted down, spread his five fingers with his right hand, and grabbed Han Fei's skull. He looked at this face full of despair and fear for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled strangely.

"Who am I? Haha... guess?"

"Click————”

The boring question with a sneer was made at the same time as the sound of the skull shattering.

Su Hao stood up and looked at the burning wreckage of the vehicle, his eyes full of coldness.

He kept the names of all the wealthy families and consortiums in mind.

They wantonly capture refugees in the chaotic world after the virus outbreak, turning all living people into slaves.

Su Hao has always not understood why the military acquiesced to such morally degraded behavior?

No one stopped it, and no one stood up to interfere. The refugees could only obtain weapons from the military, spontaneously formed a team of freemen to fight against the huge slave-catching group and evolving monsters.

This is the power structure of the future world, and it is also the "history" that Su Hao and all team members will face soon.

There was no omission, including "Leopard Head", Han Fei and all of his men were killed.

Su Hao has seen the reality of this world clearly—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

In order not to be forced to hide from Tibet like the previous space-time dimension.

In order to avoid being robbed of your own things.

For those who have become their closest relatives.

He must be vicious, sinister, violent, and must learn all kinds of despicable means and conspiracy that he had disdained and unwilling to use before.

The weapons and supplies found from the building have been loaded into the car. People use engines and lights to lure the approaching zombies, causing them to surge from all directions like a tide, completely submerging this land of sin that is burning flames and scattered with corpses and wrecks everywhere.

..

It was rainy for several consecutive days. The droplets of water falling from the depths of the dark clouds were small and not many. But they dispelled the little warmth left on the ground and made the whole world cold.

Xinyan carried a shovel and walked on the ridges mixed with yellow licorice and morning frost.

She was wearing a lotus-colored turtleneck cashmere sweater. The elastic fabric made her breasts high and protruding. The white cropped pants with black spots tightened her legs, making her look more amazing and full of temptation to make her mouth dry. The bulging hip lava lines were extremely graceful, and it was upward along her sharply narrowed slender waist, leading to a small shiny and delicate back neck. She held her long hair, like a beautiful and smart stag, flexibly moving out of the low-lying and earth pits, and jumping forward.

Lao Song and several other team members followed behind, about ten meters away. Their walking speed was not slow, but they could never catch up with Xinyan who was walking in front.

"You are tortureing my old arms and legs. Let's go slowly...and walk slowly————"

Old Song kept complaining all the way, but his face kept smiling. The others who followed him seemed to be accustomed to the game between him and Xinyan, and they were also happy, occasionally interspersing a few jokes that were lively.

People living in the "castle" are very satisfied.

There is sufficient food reserves, water and electricity, which is very safe. Especially outsiders who have just joined the team recently, they have a particularly deep feeling of happiness in this comparison of the past and back.

Perhaps because everyone has injected Su Hao's blood, there is no conflict between the team members, and no one is full of complaints about the food and living resource allocation system. They are all fighting for survival and future, alert and dealing with common enemies.

This provides a realistic basis for Zhou Chen's theory to some extent. This biological researcher who is 100% loyal to Su Hao found that in addition to regularly detecting the number of black particles in the injector's body, it is also possible to judge whether the injector's thinking changes through the relationship between team members. Real "worker bees" will only work together, and outsiders with ulterior motives will not be able to integrate into this environment at all.

The group walked towards the gentle hills in the distance.

Survivors collected a lot of dried vegetables such as kelp and vermicelli from the city. These things can be preserved for a long time, but they cannot replace fresh vegetables in the end. In autumn, Lao Song planted a lot of carrots on the opposite hillside, and now it is almost the harvest season.

According to Su Hao's order, more than 100 people were drawn out to join Dong Guomin's construction team. The open space around the "castle" was set up with dense traps, and people were cutting down trees on nearby mountains, and several camps in the city sent a large amount of supplies every day... Even Xinyan didn't understand why Su Hao seemed anxious about these things? But doing so made it rare for the people in the "castle" to have a rest, and Lao Song could only take a few people back and forth between the vegetable field and residence.

For more than a week, they were digging carrots.

Xinyan even had an illusion that people like me are like the hardworking rabbit in elementary school textbooks, madly transporting winter food to the nest.

The hills were getting closer and closer, and the undulating horizon gradually became smoother. When Xinyan jumped and stood at the highest point of the hillside, breathing the cold air happily, her eyes quickly gathered on a slow-moving black shadow in the fields at the foot of the mountain.

A few minutes later, Lao Song and the others rushed up. They stood on the top of the mountain and watched the shadow silently with Xinyan.

All of them are reinforced people, and you can see the shadows of black people, actually an old man in his seventies.

He was wearing a dirty white shirt, his thin body was wrapped in a felt that was pulled from there, and a worn velvet hat on his head. There were more than a dozen carrots that had just been dug out and were covered in mud on the ground. Between the withered and vast mountain background, these brightly colored radishes looked particularly eye-catching.

He also discovered these strangers standing on the top of the mountain. This unexpected change made him feel panicked, so he grabbed the stick that was used as a shovel and held it horizontally in his hand, blocking the pile of radish like a brave warrior.

The cold wind blew up the hem of the felt high, crazily robbing the poor man of the heat left. His face turned blue, his body shrank into the felt and shivered, his eyes full of panic and anger, but he had no intention of running away.

This land was cultivated by team members in the summer, and Lao Song sowed the seeds in the field.

It can be seen that he is very hungry and tired.

That was an old man who stole carrots.

Xinyan turned around and looked at Lao Song with inquiring eyes.

Of course she understood how to deal with such things. But out of respect for age, she had to first look at the other person's meaning.

Lao Song's expression was a little emotional. He remembered the scene of Su Hao rushing into the small building to rescue him, and he also quickly calculated the remaining living space in the "castle" and the amount of food available for distribution.

"We need more people, and he needs us."

Lao Song's voice was hoarse, but it had the kindness and gentleness that was unique to the elders: "He is a human, not a zombie."

Several people walked down the hillside and surrounded the old man who stole the carrot. This posture made him even more nervous. He held the stick tightly, and his body trembled like a Parkinson's disease patient. His hair was sparse, his wrinkled long-lasting face looked like a shriveled pear, his eyes were full of vigilance and fear, and he also had a hint of pleading and expectation.

Old Song took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over with a smile.

Almost the same age, gentle attitude, and cigarettes, this greatly alleviated the hostility of the elderly.

He hesitated for a moment, let go of his right hand holding the stick, and slowly took the cigarette handed to him.

Xinyan looked at him and Lao Song again, with a smile on her pink and white face. She did not comment or comment, turned around and called on others to start working, digging the remaining carrots in the field.

Lao Song took out the lighter and lit the cigarette that was caught by the old man on his fingertips.

He kept watching the old man's hands—although his skin was wrinkled and covered with gray spots of all sizes, he rarely had thick cocoons and his joints were not large, and he was the kind of person who rarely did physical work.

"It's cold enough, you should wear thicker."

Looking at the thin and worn clothes wrapped in felt, Old Song shook his head, sighed, and took out a cake made of mixed cornmeal from his backpack: "I don't have much stuff on me, take it, and eat something for you first."

An extremely strong gaze immediately ejaculated from the old man's eyes. He took the tortilla, swallowed saliva in big mouthfuls, and his thin fingers kept gently stroking the surface of the pancake. He sucked hard, and his lips, which had shrunk tooth, were slowly squirming. It was obvious that he was very hungry, but he desperately controlled the urge to swallow the tortilla in one bite.

"..Thanks."

He put the cake in his pocket, and a smile finally appeared on his face full of alertness.

Old Song took out a woven bag and helped the old man pack the dug out carrots. When he stuffed the heavy bag into the other person's hand, the old man finally cried in sorrow.

"You...you are good people...wow..."

Old Song patted the other person on the shoulder kindly and talked like an old friend.

"Brother, I heard that your accent is not from this area, right?"

"Yes! I escaped all the way from Panzhihua."

"Oh? I see a lot of people heading north, why are you walking here?"

"I originally planned to go to Chengdu, but later I met an acquaintance on the way, saying that there were more people dead in the north and there were people who could eat people everywhere. I had no choice but to walk back."

"Are you alone?"

This sentence made the old man's face, which had just smiled, suddenly stiffened. He shook his hands and couldn't put the cigarette close to his lips for a long time.
To be continued...