CHAPTER 176: CHAPTER 94: RETURNING TO THE DESTINY CIVILIZATION REWARDS 2 (6K)_2

’This time? The leader is going to take action?’

Everyone was expectant, but dared not speak, because the leader hadn’t said ’meeting over’.

"Brother Zhang, are you leading the team?" Old Gao handed the ledger back to Old Liang, "Should I go to the storeroom and fetch you a gun?"

Two local police stations’ armories, along with the ammunition depots (separately managed), had recently been successfully opened.

But there were only five guns.

Being a detective, Zhang Feng knew well that a normal armory would typically have about ten handguns, and several of other types like assault rifles.

The shortage now was likely due to the fact that, in the early outbreak, the armory managers had taken some guns.

In the initial phase, as the transformed zombies increased, once gunshots rang out, they were basically surrounded.

"Any questions?"

Zhang Feng looked around at the people, "If there are no questions, then go get ready.

We’ll set out in half an hour."

...

Ten minutes later.

As the base personnel were inspecting the vehicles.

Zhang Feng, carrying a rifle, arrived at the back of the mall.

A large shed had been set up here, where some winter cabbages were being planted.

But with this weather, it was quite challenging.

It was just the start of winter, and the temperature had already dropped to minus five degrees.

With insufficient materials and technology, it was uncertain if they could maintain a temperature between 5 and 25 degrees Celsius.

Zhang Feng watched them plant vegetables every day, and learned quite a bit about planting techniques.

Scanning his eyes over the area.

Zhang Feng looked around the mall; over four months, using some buildings’ conveniences around, they had pieced together a brick and cement wall in a hodgepodge manner.

The direction wasn’t extending towards the previous residential area but towards some warehouses behind.

Inside were gasoline and some tools stored.

Collected intact vehicles were parked between the warehouses.

Zhang Feng was very fond of his apocalypse base; this special world also gave him a taste of the ’apocalyptic leader’ experience.

"Oooo~"

While Zhang Feng was patrolling his territory, zombies were wandering outside the wall, but they couldn’t get in.

From the windows on the fourth floor of the mall, reconnaissance personnel switched shifts to observe; if any absurdly climbed inside, they could alert in the first instance.

Besides, the mall only had one main entrance, outside the warehouse zone where the vehicles were parked.

Zhang Feng strolled around and finally arrived at the warehouse area.

Whooo—

More than twenty men were checking the vehicles, and two others were inspecting the motorcycles.

The motorcycles were part of the mobile team, responsible for scouting ahead to prevent the convoy from driving directly into a horde of zombies.

Zhang Feng looked at them, then looked outside the warehouse.

There was a trench dug here, along with some roadblocks.

Standing in front of them were over ten zombies.

Nearby were more zombie corpses, some decomposed and emaciated, buried in the pits on both sides of the road.

There were roughly eighty or ninety of them.

But from a distance, the number of zombie corpses in this area was as many as two to three thousand.

Over the four months, the convoy naturally attracted quite a few zombies as it traveled back and forth.

In the end, they were all held back by the wall.

When they gradually dispersed afterward,

the more than twenty personnel checking vehicles, along with some from the base, went out to practice their slaying techniques and gain combat experience.

Each of the more than twenty people following Zhang Feng out now had killed at least 80 zombies.

Each was a battle-hardened veteran known for their ruthless prowess.

Zhang Feng felt that if he took them to the undercover world’s border and equipped everyone with guns, they could definitely overthrow Luo Huo’s village.

Zhang Feng realized deeply that people who had survived the apocalypse were something entirely different from ordinary drug traffickers.

Drug traffickers were afraid of death, driven by money-madness.

Apocalypse survivors were also afraid of death, but they had become numb to killing and, in conflict, remained more composed; or perhaps, seeing death so often, they became crazier, crazed to the point of not being normal anymore.

Zhang Feng had seen such people, and had seen Old Gao and others execute them.

Because they had started eating people.

In their eyes, humanity was gone, leaving only food and enemies soon to become food.

The thing that left the deepest impression on Zhang Feng was.

When Old Gao brought them for execution.

The Cannibal Race’s first words weren’t ’spare me, don’t kill me,’ but ’I’ll cut off a leg for you, don’t eat the whole of me.’

"Leader..."

A questioning voice broke Zhang Feng’s recollection.

The people at the entrance, having finished checking the vehicles, looked towards Zhang Feng at the door.

"All the vehicles have been checked, shall we?"

"Let’s go." Zhang Feng got into the modified pickup truck at the front.

Vroom vroom—

The powerful throttle roar, the convoy of 10 vehicles, all had high-power four-wheel drive, with zombie-proof guards around, higher than the wheels, to prevent getting sucked in when running over zombies.

The front of the vehicle was triangular, to push zombies aside when hit.

Vroom vroom...

A truck followed, purely for carrying supplies, only slightly modified with some simple railings added.

Because Zhang Feng had Old Gao test it, if the truck were heavily modified, it would be too burdensome and inconvenient in turning or anything else.

Otherwise, Zhang Feng would definitely come up with a ’Doomsday Heavy Truck Sweeping Through the Absurd Apocalypse’.

Zhang Feng felt the pounding collision was more satisfying than cutting through zombies.

...

Whooo—

The cold wind howled.

"Report! The road ahead is clear!"

The motorcycles traversed back and forth on the road, occasionally coming back to report to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng sat in the backseat listening without saying a word.

"The convoy continues, you head southeast on Route 2 to continue scouting." The co-driver was the base’s combat commander.

But before the apocalypse, he was just a working man, who often played battlefield games and was a team leader.