Life seems to be back on track. Although everyone lives in the dark underground, without the invasion of zombies and malicious internal strife, everyone has returned to normal order. Zhang Huen goes to Hongyue’s laboratory every day to be a guinea pig. Hongyue and Robinsun measure various body data for him, and then he will go back to the "streets" (actually the pipeline channel) named strange names to inspect, accept everyone’s nodding, and then nodding in kindness to return the gift, just like patrolling his own territory.

This situation is a bit nonsense. Although he knew that this was not his own territory, the respect given by others could also arouse his relaxed and comfortable feeling. An elementary school was quickly established under the planning of Meng Wujian. Dreken, Anne, and Kim Hee-young were all hired to teach more than a dozen children in the "school". Zhang Hu-en walked past the school gate and looked at Zhang Ai-jia who was sitting in the class in a regular manner. He couldn't help but sigh that Meng Wujian was really good at attracting people's hearts. Maybe following such a person would have a good result.

"Your recovery is in good condition. Although this leg has lost any effect, it is a blessing in disguise to be able to prevent amputation. Maybe you can do some recovery training, maybe you can...you know, don't force yourself too much."

"Thank you, Dr. Robinson."

Min Xiuyu, who walked out with a knot, saw Zhang Hu'en. She turned her face away and walked past her like nothing happened. Since she lost the ability to move one leg, she has been completely unemployed. Although she is Meng Wujian's wife, she has a hard life under the rationing system that she cannot eat without work. She is currently dragging her injured leg to seek some relaxing jobs. Meng Wujian has never been to Min Xiuyu's room since she has Hongyue.

Zhang Hu'en frowned and looked at Min Xiuyu who was walking past him. He followed behind silently and watched her walk into his increasingly dilapidated room. He stood at the door and met Min Xiuyu who was about to close the door.

"If nothing happens, I won't invite you in and sit down, Lord Savior."

"I'll go and tell Molai about the rationing."

"Is this... a winner's sympathy for the loser?"

Zhang Hu'en paused, looked up at her black eyes and said:

"I am Zhang Hu'en. In the place where I was, no one dared to refuse my arrangements. Maybe you have been in the greenhouse for too long and have forgotten the storms outside, but if your development path hinders my vision, I will turn it back on the route I think is the right one. So, don't reject me."

"It's not easy to live!"

Mo Lai, who was responsible for counting the materials, complained to Wen Shaozheng. Zhang Hu'en walked in and looked at the two of them busy with work, and nodded to Wen Shaozheng. The old man stood up a little flatteredly. He motioned him to sit down and let Mo Lai come out alone to a corner of the passage, asking:

"What's going on with Min Xiuyu's rationing? Shouldn't a more humane support system be implemented for such injured people?"

"This is not our place, the leader..."

Molai looked behind suspiciously and said in a low voice:

"What the village chief has specifically ordered is that no food is allowed without labor, and the rationing system is strictly implemented. This is the rhythm of killing relatives for justice."

"I understand... I'll give half of my ration to Min Xiuyu."

"But leader, your diet must be controlled throughout the process. If I violate the regulations, the village chief will investigate..."

"Tell him to come to me by himself, and reveal what you just told me to Min Xiuyu."

"Well, okay, leader. In fact, with your current prestige, you can completely change..."

"It's not the time, Mole, this kind of prestige is weak. They don't see the actual benefits and will not fully support me."

"Crack!"

A subtle gunshot came from outside, and Zhang Hu'en immediately ran towards the entrance of the passage. When he ran to the disinfection room, he saw a bunch of people surrounding him, asking Meng Wujian at a loss what had happened. Meng Wujian stood among the crowd and shouted loudly, don't panic, don't worry, maybe it's just some exiles who are resisting zombies. Zhang Hu'en looked at the people around him, grabbed a set of radiation-proof suits and put them on his body, shouting:

"Dalicot, bring your brother to put on protective clothing and come with me. Meng Wujian, let everyone cheer up and guard the sealed door for me, so as to save the situation from getting anxious when it is not good."

When everyone heard what he said, they immediately became busy in an orderly manner. Meng Wujian looked at Zhang Hu's benefactor shouting in all directions, and with a gloomy face, directing the remaining people to go to the arsenal to collect weapons. Zhang Hu'en took Dalicott and led a dozen brothers into the disinfection room, and said without forgetting to order:

"Dandong, take five people with you and go around from behind. The speed must be fast. We will be lightly equipped. The ventilator can only provide about an hour of purification. After reaching the designated location, you should be ambushed. Be sure not to let the other party find your traces. This matter is careless. Maybe the other party is hiding in a tank and is about to greet us!"

The group walked out of the shelter's gate, and the thick black snow immediately flew up. They divided into two groups and ran towards their respective predetermined positions. The lead clouds in the sky suppressed the sunlight, and the road outside could only be seen through the tactical flashlight on the rifle.

"Who is the sniper?"

"It's me!"

Zhang Hu'en ran while looking at the stranger wearing a helmet beside him, and said through the built-in call headset:

"Go to the top floor of the chapel over there, be sure to ensure that the other party's sniper is silent first."

"I understand, sir!"

The young man ran towards the chapel. Zhang Hu'en and Dalikot rushed to the door with six people. With a wave of his hand, Dalikot and his people scattered to both sides of the wall. A man wearing a big windbreaker, a mask and goggles stood outside the iron gate. Zhang Hu'en walked over, pressed the voice converter around his neck, and changed the built-in headset to external output.

"I dare to ask what's the point?"

The man stared at Zhang Hu'en's helmet with his eyes and said:

"Is this still necessary to ask? Put us in, maybe we can avoid an unnecessary firefight."

"Sorry. You can't just enter here just by wanting to enter. You can first report your home and explain your origin in detail. For example, if you have a few followers around you, we will also test your radiation infection situation and then consider whether to let you in as appropriate."

"So much nonsense. Let us in quickly. The weather outside is almost frozen to death."

"No matter how cold the weather is, I cannot let you in before I figure out how many of you have. Please forgive me."

The man impatiently grabbed the railing of the iron door and said:

"That's a problem. We are not kind law-abiding citizens. Listen, please open the door for me quickly. Otherwise, you will feel better."

A red dot appeared on Zhang Hu'en's helmet, and it was reflected in his eyes through the glass on the helmet. The man said proudly:

"See, you should understand what this red dot means. Now the situation is finally clear. Either you open the door or you wait to die."

"Maybe we don't have to be nervous, we just need to answer some small questions. You can get a place with good radiation protection shelter, why not?"

"...Okay. I'll give you another three seconds to consider. If the door still doesn't open, I'll kill you."

"bump!"

Zhang Hu'en listened to a gunshot, watched the red dots in front of him disappear, and said with a smile:

"It seems that our sniper is better, the speed of light disappears. I forgive you for your sins."

"I'll just get it!"

"bump!"

Zhang Hu'en hurriedly hid towards the wall next to him, and the man in the windbreaker was blown out by the second bullet. He turned the voice of the dialogue device to the maximum and shouted outside:

"Listen to the people outside, don't confess your love and die. Leave immediately and we won't pursue it."

"We appreciate your kindness, but it's not enough!"

"Grass!"

"When we returned to the street and continued to stay in this ghostly place full of black snow. We only had one dead end. We didn't have many guns and few ammunition left. We didn't have good radiation protection equipment. Anyway, we were all dead end. It would be better to fight with you."

(Craft, we seem to be so evil.)

"It's still the same request. You can come in, put down your weapons, report your number and origin, and receive our tests. We will do whatever we want..."

"Da da da da!"

"Damn it, call me!"

"Tututu, dada!"

As soon as the firepower of both sides touched, the people outside could not hold on. When Dandong and his men touched them from the side, the people collapsed. A woman took the lead in calling for a ceasefire. All six survivors threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands. It seemed that they were already very skilled in surrender.

"Leader, what should we do with these people?"

Dandong habitually asked Zhang Hu'en about his opinion. Zhang Hu'en looked at the woman kneeling on the ground. She was wearing a braid and her face turned black.

"Take them in for testing and see if there is any rescue."

"yes!"

They escorted six survivors into Yingpan Village and quickly disinfected and tested them. These people were wearing thick masks to avoid the inhalation of a large amount of nuclear dust. The highest nuclear radiation equivalent of one person was only about 30 millimeters. It seems that they have never been exposed to things contaminated by nuclear radiation, but are only contaminated with some nuclear dust in the air.

"Take the medicine, then stick to the disinfection and cleaning for three days, and then isolate for one week to test and observe. If there is no problem, they will only have minimal lymphatic damage or bleeding."

“Will it not harm others by putting them on the base?”

"There are almost no harms in nuclear radiation, but I can't explain the other aspects clearly."

Xu Xiangyu, who was in charge of interrogating them, asked them to enter the interrogation room one by one. The problem was very simple:

1. What is your name and where is it from?

2. How did you survive?

3. How many people have you killed and how many zombies?

4. What is your companion’s name and what are its specialties?

5. Are you willing to obey the arrangements of the base and contribute your own strength?

Zhang Hu'en was not interested in interrogation. After changing into the radiation-proof suit, he continued to start his inspection work. After the survivors heard the news brought back by the soldiers who fought with him, their admiration and admiration for him rose to a new level. The deeds of Lord Zhang Hu'en who stood up for everyone began to spread in the shelter, making Meng Wujian feel that his rights were once again challenged. So he took the initiative to come to Zhang Hu'en and wanted to talk to him.

The two of them sat in his office. Meng Wujian poured him a glass of private wine, drank it to each other, and began to say:

"Originally, I didn't expect such a good place to be like this, but I have a good friend in the arsenal, who was their former guard squad leader. His name is Zhao Ziyu, he is a good person and a capable person."

"He led his men to fight all the way from Jincheng. It took a lot of effort to break out a bloody road. He took the initiative to invite me to come here. There are walls, houses, and abundant supplies. When everyone moved in, everything seemed to be back to its original state."

"Zhao Ziyu is born to be a leader. He has been like this from the beginning. He is very independent in his work and always makes quick decisions. He can definitely be called our mainstay. Unfortunately, the good times will not last long..."

Meng Wujian and Zhang Hu'en looked at each other and said in a deep voice:

"Strictly speaking, those women were not raped by him. But their nature was similar. Some women who came here to survive from outside and were desperate. Without family and relatives, only this man could provide them with shelter and give them a sense of security. Under such conditions, can they have some choice? Reject his proposal. Do they refuse to rise?"

"Until the tragedy happened... a supermarket cashier named Li Xiaohua committed suicide... I noticed that he had changed and became more and more stubborn. Not only did he force others to work, but he was always in a state of voluntary action, thinking that everything he said and did was right. It was God's will, and no one could shake his point of view, and I couldn't do it."

"For a long time, he, like you, has the highest status and the richest resources, but his arbitrary actions have caused our three major reductions, so I understand that he can't continue to stay. I love this base and I love the people here. Since he has become the biggest obstacle, I have to rule out him."

Meng Wujian said this and stood up and said:

"At this point, you should understand that I was asked to take you into surgery."

"Are you finished speaking?"
To be continued...