Chapter 46 Go ~ Glenn!
Ling Feng leaned against the edge of the cashier counter, his fingers tapping twice on the wooden surface.
"Everything is packed, right."
He glanced over the bulging backpacks of the few people, "Now let's solve the most troublesome matter."
Venturing into the city to scavenge was refreshing, but returning to the Train Station along the same path would definitely be a huge trouble.
The narrow alley outside the passage and the corner of the main road earlier were entirely filled with hundreds of zombies they had lured over.
If they walked back the same way, running into that group of monsters blocking the alley, they would one hundred percent be gnawed down to not even bones left.
"I have an idea."
Ling Feng reached out and pointed at the road outside, "Find a car that can make a big commotion, have someone drive it, and lure all the zombies in the alley and over the passage side out and lead them away."
As soon as these words landed, the pharmacy fell completely silent.
Glenn was struggling to stuff two boxes of fever medicine into his pocket, and upon hearing this arrangement, his entire body gave a sudden start.
His hands immediately waved frantically in front of his chest, shaking his head very exaggeratedly.
"No! That won't do! Don't look at me!"
Glenn was so anxious his tongue was almost tied in knots, "I already lost half my life climbing that damn staircase earlier, and this time even if you beat me to death I won't go!"
Merle, holding a bag full of anti-inflammatory drugs, grinned and chuckled out loud.
Shane and T-Dog exchanged glances, neither refuting, but their gazes fell on Glenn with tacit understanding.
The situation was obvious.
T-Dog was too bulky and not agile enough, Morales had just scared himself to the point of pissing his pants, Shane would absolutely refuse to take on this kind of job, and let alone Merle.
Calculating back and forth, aside from the most perversely powerful Ling Feng, this delivery Asian kid was the most suitable to act as bait.
Glenn watched as the four grown men around him all stared at him, his resistant movements slowing down more and more, and his two hands finally hung limply at his sides.
"Every time it's me going to do this fatal job..." Glenn's eye sockets turned red, drooping his head as if resigning to his fate.
Ling Feng looked at the kid's full expression of grievance, and a rare feeling of intolerance welled up deep in his heart.
The kid's personality was indeed unquestionable, and he worked hard enough.
But he instantly cut off this redundant emotion; setting up a straight-laced persona here was sheer courting death, and making the best use of everything was the kingly way.
"Put your heart back in your stomach."
Ling Feng walked over, slapped Glenn on the shoulder, "This time I won't make you climb stairs, I guarantee to find you a safe and guaranteed fast car. You just need to sit inside and step on the gas pedal."
Glenn sniffed, nodding in extreme reluctance.
Carrying their backpacks, the few people sneaked out through the back door of the pharmacy.
They searched all the way forward along the abandoned vehicles by the roadside.
Soon, a red sports car parked under the traffic light at the intersection caught Ling Feng's attention.
This large-displacement muscle car didn't even have a single scratch.
Ling Feng walked over and pulled the driver's seat door handle.
The door wasn't locked.
He sat right inside, his gaze falling into the ignition hole beneath the steering wheel, and the key was actually still plugged into it.
Ling Feng casually turned the key.
The engine instantly emitted a deeply explosive roar.
This sound was extremely harsh in the empty street, but it was also precisely the bait tool they needed most right now.
He immediately turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and threw it to Glenn, who was standing outside the car swallowing hard.
"Listen well, I'll only say it once."
Ling Feng grabbed Glenn's collar and quickly briefed him on the tactics, "In a while, the few of us will push this car near the exit of the Train Station passage, and you go in and sit tight."
Ling Feng pointed in the direction of the Train Station.
"We will go inside first, lure out all the zombies blocking the alley and the passage entrance, and you listen closely for movement in the car; you must absolutely wait until that group of monsters pours out of the passage in large numbers before you ignite the engine!"
Glenn tightly gripped the car key in his hand, nodding with a very stiff body.
"Then where do I go after I lure them away?"
Glenn anxiously pursued, "I can't just drive until I run out of gas, right?"
"Drive straight out of the city along this side street!"
Ling Feng patted the car window glass, "Once you get on the beltway viaduct, find another ramp to loop back, and we'll wait for you at the old spot in the Train Station."
The plan set, the five people lined up on both sides of the sports car, relying entirely on human power to push this heavy muscle car.
The wheels crushed over the broken glass on the road, making a slight sound.
Everyone tightened their nerves, fearing to alert the nearby zombies.
Pushing it for more than two hundred meters, they parked the car under a huge abandoned billboard, less than fifty meters from the passage exit.
"Right here."
Ling Feng let go of his hand, "Get in the car, remember, don't mess with the key if you don't see the main force of zombies."
Glenn gritted his teeth and climbed into the driver's seat.
The remaining four pressed against the outer walls of the street-side buildings, sneaking toward the passage entrance.
This short stretch of road was extremely agonizing.
Over at the corner of the main road, it was packed with densely swarming heads, and the monsters were still continuously slamming against the earlier wire mesh door.
Ling Feng walked at the very front, using several overturned vans as cover, leading the people to forcibly bypass the zombies' line of sight.
All of them held their breath, their clothes completely soaked in sweat.
It was a close call.
The four finally successfully passed through the iron fence and returned to the dim passage exuding a musty smell.
The two-way sheet metal door ahead was tightly shut.
Merle lowered his voice and leaned over.
"Did you think of a way to lure the monsters?"
Merle turned the wrench in his hand, "Are we going to walk over, pull open the door, wave at that bunch of rotten goods outside, and say hello?"
Ling Feng was left speechless by this outrageous assumption.
"Wouldn't it be fine to find a few pop cans and throw them out?"
Ling Feng pulled out a tin box filled with anti-inflammatory drugs from his pocket, tossed it twice in his hand, "Ironware rolling on the ground will make enough commotion to pull them out of the alley into this passage."
Merle smacked his lips and stopped talking nonsense.
Shane walked up from behind, his face full of impatience.
"The problem is where do we run after we lure the monsters in?"
Shane tightly gripped the baseball bat, "There's simply nowhere to hide in this passage; once they swarm in in large numbers, we can't just stand there and let them trample us, right?"
The four big men stood in place, looking left and right at this restricted terrain.
All around were plain white walls, without any extra space at all.
Ling Feng didn't make a sound, his gaze passing over Shane and falling directly inside the passage near the unloading area.
An abandoned double-decker container truck was parked there.
Although the front of this truck was completely ruined, the container body at the back was parked intact in the corner, standing over three meters tall.
Ling Feng raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the truck.
The remaining three looked over following his finger, instantly understanding Ling Feng's meaning.
Hide on top of the truck!
This height definitely exceeded the limit of the zombies.
As long as they lay on top without making a single sound, the monsters below would definitely only run toward the car roaring noise on the outer street.
"Go stay up there."
Ling Feng withdrew his hand and took the lead walking toward the truck with large strides.
On the side of the truck body were iron footpegs for unloading workers to climb.
Merle rushed over first, grabbed the railing with both hands, and climbed onto the truck roof in two moves.
Next was Morales; this fat guy was unexpectedly agile right now.
Shane quickly followed as well.
Ling Feng stayed at the very end.
After confirming that the three people were all lying flat, he held the tin medicine box and walked quickly to that tightly closed two-way sheet metal door.
Faint growling sounds could be vaguely heard outside; those hundreds of monsters were obviously still all blocked up in the dead end.
Ling Feng placed his hand on the iron door handle and took a deep breath.
He exerted force suddenly and pulled the iron door inward.
Following that, he swung his right arm around in a full circle and threw the tin medicine box in his hand along the ground with all his might.
The medicine box rolled frantically on the cement ground, making an extremely sharp and harsh clashing sound.
Having finished this action, Ling Feng turned around, took strides, and sprinted toward the truck.
Chapter 47: Zombies Overflow the Tunnel, GlennAbandons the Car and Sprints!
Ling Feng gripped the heavy iron medicine box, swung his right arm in a full circle, and violently hurled it across the ground.
The medicine box rolled wildly across the rough concrete floor, emitting a piercingly harsh crashing sound.
This commotion was instantly magnified tenfold in the quiet tunnel.
The hundreds of zombies that were previously pushing and slamming against the wire mesh in the dead end outside were all stimulated by this sound to turn around.
Clang, clang!
In the darkness at the end of the tunnel, the chaotic, heavy footsteps produced a hair-raising echo.
Hundreds of zombies strode with stiff paces, frantically surging toward this side.
Without any hesitation, Ling Feng turned around and strode toward the abandoned container truck.
To prevent that group of brainless monsters from failing to find a direction after rushing out,
he ran to the front of the vehicle, reached into his pants pocket, and pulled out the half-can of cola he had casually grabbed earlier at the supermarket.
Ling Feng pulled open the tab, raised his hand, and threw the soda can far away toward the exact center of the road outside the tunnel.
The soda can hit the ground with a crisp metallic bouncing sound.
The route was completely pointed out.
Ling Feng grabbed the iron handles on the side of the truck with both hands, and the muscles in his arms suddenly exerted force.
Most of his body went airborne directly, and with a few leveraging climbs, he agilely vaulted onto the container roof, which was more than three meters high.
The three people on the roof had long since huddled in the innermost corner, their entire bodies completely pressed against the scorching iron sheeting, not even daring to breathe heavily.
Ling Feng lay on the very edge, cocking his ear to listen to the movement below.
The dense sound of zombie footsteps had already transmitted out through the tunnel, and that strong stench of decay rushed straight into his nasal cavity along with the draft.
Ling Feng slowly poked out a little less than half of his head.
He raised his right hand and waved vigorously twice toward Glenn in the red sports car fifty meters away.
Glenn was gripping the steering wheel tightly, covered in sweat.
He saw the signal given by Ling Feng through the windshield.
He fiercely gritted his teeth, grasped the car key with his right hand, and twisted it downward with force.
Boom——!
The V8 engine erupted into an extremely wild roar, completely shattering the quiet of the entire street.
This kid Glenn usually looked timid, but at critical moments his brain was truly reliable.
He didn't just step on the gas pedal and run away directly.
The sports car lunged forward violently in place, and the tires frictioned against the asphalt road, producing thick white smoke.
Glenn drove the car to the intersection outside the tunnel entrance and directly stepped on the brakes.
His entire body leaned forward, and the palms of his hands pressed hard against the very center of the steering wheel.
Beep——!!
The high-pitched and harsh car horn wailed endlessly, completely drowning out all the other noises.
To the group of zombies that had just rushed out of the tunnel, this highly penetrating sound was simply the most fatal temptation.
Hundreds of monsters covered in black blood began to accelerate frantically toward the red sports car.
Large batches of zombies squeezed outward along the narrow tunnel entrance.
The number was too great.
The space below was completely jammed.
Those zombies running on both sides were directly pushed and shoved into colliding with the carriage of the container truck.
Clang!
Bang!
The massive container emitted a teeth-aching friction sound.
The entire vehicle body began to shake violently from side to side.
The few people lying on the roof bounced up and down along with the iron sheeting.
Morales's fat face was devoid of all color, and his hands desperately clawed at the iron sheet seams of the roof.
He closed his eyes tightly, his entire body shaking uncontrollably due to extreme fear.
Shane pressed his entire body tightly against the roof, his knuckles turning white from gripping the baseball bat in his hand.
He could even hear the sound of a zombie's fingernails scraping against the truck's chassis just now.
If they made any noise and got discovered, the hundreds of mouths dripping with black blood below could tear them all into pieces in a matter of seconds.
No one could possibly survive.
Merle was also unusually well-behaved; his bald head pressed against the scorching hot iron sheet, not saying a single word.
The horde of zombies below didn't look up at all.
They were all drawn away by Glenn's earth-shattering honking.
Glenn looked through the rearview mirror and saw that the pitch-black crowd of monsters was less than ten meters away from the rear of the car.
His hand trembled in fright, he released the horn, and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal to the floor.
The red sports car roared out of the intersection, speeding all the way along the slightly spacious commercial street.
Along the way, Glenn kept honking the horn continuously and frantically.
Hundreds of zombies dragging mutilated bodies followed in a mighty procession behind the sports car and chased after it.
That deafening roar and chaotic footsteps grew further and further away along the street until they finally became completely inaudible.
The surroundings of the tunnel entrance fell into extreme silence once again.
Ling Feng lay in place and waited patiently for a full ten minutes.
Only then did he cautiously stick his head past the edge and quickly scan the area below.
The tunnel was empty, littered everywhere with cardboard boxes crushed by the monsters and footprints stained with black blood; not even a single lagging zombie could be seen.
"They've all been drawn away."
Ling Feng nimbly flipped himself up.
He didn't step on those rusty iron pedals, but walked directly to the edge of the container, pushed off with both hands, and jumped down.
Bending his legs slightly to cushion the landing, his boots stepped stably onto the dusty concrete ground.
Merle followed, climbing down hands and feet. As soon as his feet touched the ground, this scoundrel let out a long breath of foul air that had been trapped in his chest.
"Damn it, I almost made a trip through the gates of hell."
Merle wiped the sweat from his face with the hem of his clothes.
Shane and Morales slid down from the truck, supporting each other.
The calves of the two men were still trembling uncontrollably, and it was a struggle even to stand straight.
"Are we heading straight back to the Train Station along the original route now?"
Shane panted heavily twice, raising his hand to point toward the secret door tunnel they had come from.
"What's the rush?"
Ling Feng slightly adjusted the position of the m200 sniper rifle on his back.
"Since this Train Station is an excellent covert passage, this place will definitely be our go-to route for scavenging in the city from now on."
Ling Feng's gaze swept toward the still-closed lounge rooms and unloading area compartments deep within the tunnel.
"If we don't clear out all the landmines in here, the next time we drive in and dozens of monsters suddenly dart out from behind these doors—"
Ling Feng mercilessly pointed out the hidden danger, "We'll all be surrounded and wiped out in this confined space."
After hearing this, Morales wiped away a cold sweat and nodded repeatedly.
"Right, right, right, it must be cleared out. I certainly don't want to experience a scene like that again."
The four people rested slightly and immediately split into two groups to start searching.
Ling Feng led Merle, with Shane and Morales following closely behind to provide backup.
The internal structure of the tunnel was not complicated; on the left were three connected employee breakrooms, and on the right was a row of storage rooms.
Ling Feng walked up to the first half-hidden wooden door and kicked it open directly.
The room was completely rummaged through and in a mess.
Several iron filing cabinets lay on the ground, and waste paper was scattered all over the floor. There were no monsters.
Merle walked in carrying a wrench, strolled around, and kicked aside the debris on the floor with his foot.
"Except for a bunch of broken plastic cups, there's nothing."
Then came the second and third rooms.
They were all empty, and no danger was found.
When they reached the end of the tunnel, only the utility room marked with a restroom sign was left.
Shane stepped forward, placed his hand on the round metal door handle, and was just about to push hard.
Ling Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed Shane's shoulder.
"Step back half a step."
Ling Feng tilted his head and pressed his ear against the somewhat moldy wooden door.
An extremely faint sound of fingernails scratching transmitted out through the door panel.
"There's something inside."
As soon as these words were spoken, Shane and Moralesinstantly perked up with utmost vigilance, gripping their weapons tightly with both hands.
Ling Feng drew the machete short blade from the outside of his thigh with a backhand motion.
He placed his left hand on the door handle, violently twisted it open, pulled it outward, and simultaneously sidestepped.
A middle-aged male zombie wearing dirty work clothes and missing a large chunk of flesh on his neck lunged straight out from inside.
It had obviously been trapped inside for several days. Because it hadn't eaten for a long time, its movements were slow and stiff.
Just as it opened its mouth covered in black spots and prepared to pounce on someone,
the solid large wrench in Merle's hand had already swung over accurately.
Bang!
The large wrench smashed fiercely against the zombie's left temple, and the sound of the skull cracking was extremely crisp.
The zombie didn't even make a sound as it fell flatly onto its side on the ground, dark red viscous blood flowing across the floor.
"It's gone, just this one unlucky ghost."
Ling Feng stepped over the corpse and glanced inside to confirm.
Now the entire tunnel was completely cleared out.
There were no more overlooked dangers.
Following the rusty iron stairs they had come by, the group went all the way down and successfully returned to the abandoned underground freight Train Station.
The canopy blocked the blazing sun outside.
The huge platform was extremely cool inside, and the four cars parked intact beside the dusty tracks.
The atmosphere finally relaxed completely at this moment.
Morales threw his backpack directly onto the ground and slumped down against the base of the wall.
He took out a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and heavily gulped down a little less than half a bottle into his mouth, panting heavily.
Merle walked to the front of the beat-up pickup truck, fished a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lit one, and took a blissful puff.
Shane leaned against the driver's side door of the police car, his gaze fixed on the ground with an uncertain expression.
On this trip out, Ling Feng's performance was simply too dazzling.
Whether in terms of tactical arrangement or military suppression, it completely stripped him of his leadership position.
But he could only endure it for now.
Ling Feng couldn't be bothered to deal with Shane's messy thoughts.
He strode over to his heavy off-road vehicle with frighteningly thick crash beams, pulled open the rear passenger door, and threw those few large bottles of carefully selected high-grade vitamins inside.
The physical stamina of those two women, Andrea and Amy, was an important guarantee for him to farm Pleasure Points, so they definitely needed a good supplement.
The platform was very quiet, with only the heavy breathing and drinking sounds of a few people.
Time ticked away drop by drop.
Ling Feng raised his left hand and glanced at the tactical watch on his wrist.
Twenty minutes had passed.
According to the speed of Glenn's sports car, taking a large detour from the side street onto the overpass to circle back, he should have arrived nearby long ago.
But in the long railway ditch outside the Train Stationentrance, not even the slightest sound of an exhaust pipe was transmitted out.
Merle flicked the half-smoked cigarette butt in his hand directly onto the tracks, his face full of impatience.
"Could that yellow-skinned delivery boy be an idiot with terrible driving skills who crashed halfway and fed himself to the monsters?"
Shane straightened his body, his eyebrows instantly knitting together.
If something really happened to Glenn, without this living map to lead the way, their subsequent evacuation route wouldn't be nearly as smooth.
Morales also grew nervous, his fat hand clutching the empty mineral water bottle tightly.
Just as the few of them completely lost patience from waiting, and Shane was even planning to propose going out to look for him,
at the dim-lit end of the railway at the platform entrance, a burst of extremely chaotic noise suddenly transmitted out.
It wasn't the roar of a car engine.
Instead, it was the sound of someone stepping on gravel-covered ties and sprinting desperately.
Accompanied by completely uncontrollable, heavy panting.
The four adult men in the platform instantly tightened their grip on their weapons and simultaneously turned their heads to stare at the entrance.
A stumbling figure rushed out from the shadows of the tunnel.
It was Glenn!
His appearance at this moment was battered to the extreme.
The blue jacket on his body was torn open with a long, large slit.
His forehead was covered in red marks scratched by roadside branches, he was drenched in sweat, and the baseball bat he had brought along with him was long gone, goodness knows where.
Glenn's legs turned soft. As soon as he rushed into the platform and ran a couple of steps, his entire body collapsed straight to the ground with a thump.
"I almost... I almost didn't make it back!"
Chapter 48 Glenn Crashes and Sprints Wildly! Lori Will Pay This Debt!
Glenn knelt on the cement ground stained with engine oil and dust, gasping for air into his lungs in huge gulps.
Sweat trickled down his messy hair, splashing into rings of water stains on the ground.
T-Dog hurriedly threw away the axe in his hand, crossed in two steps, and yanked the Asian kid up from the ground.
Shane held a shotgun in his hands, stretched his neck out long, and stared fixedly past Glenn's shoulder into the dimly lit railway ditch.
He waited for a full half-minute without even seeing a single headlight, let alone the roar of an exhaust pipe.
"Where's the car?"
The veins on Shane's forehead throbbed, his tone full of uncontrollable impatience, "Don't tell me you fucking used your two legs to shake off those hundreds of monsters!"
Morales also came over, looking back with a nervous expression on his face, fearing that a group of zombies would suddenly lunge out from the railway corner.
Shaken twice by T-Dog, Glenn managed to catch his breath.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and awkwardly reached out to scratch the back of his head.
"Well... the horsepower of that red sports car was simply too huge; the moment I stepped on the gas pedal, I couldn't control the steering wheel at all."
Glenn spoke stammeringly, "I honked the horn all the way down that street, and just as I was about to get on the beltway overpass, an abandoned garbage truck suddenly darted out at the intersection to block the road, so I jerked the steering wheel hard..."
The more Glenn spoke, the softer his voice became.
"And then?"
Gripping a large wrench, Merle grinned and laughed.
"Then the chassis got directly stuck on the curb, the front of the car slammed heavily into the concrete pier of the flower bed, the bumper was written off on the spot, and the wheels spun in the air."
Glenn spread his hands with a helpless expression, "Those monsters were less than fifty meters away from the rear of the car, and I couldn't just wait to die in the car, so I had to kick open the car door, jump out, and sprint like mad, sneaking back only after going around two alleys."
After hearing this utterly absurd crashing process, the few grown men all stood in place with no more temper.
Who could have imagined that this yellow-skinned delivery boy's driving skills were so rotten to this extent.
An eighty-percent-new large-displacement muscle car was forcibly driven into a flower bed by him and written off.
Ling Feng didn't care about that beat-up sports car at all.
The streets were full of ownerless means of transportation; whatever car he wanted, he could smash the glass and hotwire it at any time.
He walked directly up to Glenn, interrupting Shane, who was standing nearby getting ready to flare up and curse.
"I'll only ask you one thing."
Ling Feng lowered his head to stare into Glenn's eyes, cutting straight to the point, "Were the Walkers in the main road and that alley all lured away by the sound of your horn?"
Glenn nodded frantically, gesturing with both hands how it happened at the time.
"They all left! Those hundreds of monsters chased the sports car and all went up toward the approach bridge of the overpass. This major part of the street is extremely clean right now; you can't even find a ghost of a shadow!"
Ling Feng nodded.
That was enough.
He turned around and glanced at the backpacks on the ground nearby.
Morales retied the dead knot on the bag filled with children's fever medicine and anti-inflammatory drugs; these things were his wife and child's life.
He swung the backpack onto his shoulder and asked.
"What do we do now? Head straight back to Camp, or go find some other supplies?"
As soon as this question came out, the platform fell silent for a few seconds.
Shane was the first to express his stance; he reached out and patted his empty, deflated pocket with a look of extreme unwillingness.
"Running all the way into the city and almost losing our lives, only to carry a few boxes of Ibuprofen and gauze back?"
What Shane wanted wasn't just food; he was a former police officer, and the firepower configuration in the current team was completely crushed by Ling Feng.
He had to enter the city to get a few decent long guns and enough ammunition.
Only in this way would he dare to return to Camp and continue to challenge Ling Feng.
Ling Feng's thoughts coincided with Shane's for once.
He had already planned it out beforehand.
Those two women, Andrea and Amy, were now completely devoted to following him.
He wanted to build a private space near Camp that was big enough and comfortable enough.
High-power generators, high-end outdoor double-layer tents, field shower equipment—these heavy-duty goods that improved the quality of life were not to be found in a pharmacy.
"The sun is still right above us; it's still plenty early."
Ling Feng bent down to retighten the knife strap on his thigh a bit, "Since we finally cleared out a safe zone, heading straight back without gathering enough things is purely a waste of physical strength."
Everyone's opinions unified, and the zero-dollar shopping spree in the city continued.
But how to proceed became a new problem.
Although the rope-cutting stunt on the rooftop just now hadn't been explicitly exposed, the air between Shane and Ling Feng had frozen to the extreme.
Making the two of them walk side by side on the same street again meant that each was guarding against the other stabbing them in the back.
Without anyone needing to actively speak up, the team very naturally split into two factions right down the middle.
Shane took the lead, calling over T-Dog and Morales.
Both of these guys were family-oriented, honest men, and after the hand-to-hand combat in the pharmacy just now, they had built a bit of comrade camaraderie, so following Shane felt reassuring too.
Glenn didn't hesitate at all; his mind was filled with the image of Ling Feng chopping a Walker's skull to pieces with a single knife just now, and he immediately shrank his neck and stood on Ling Feng's side.
As for that bald punk Merle.
Toying with the looted prescription medicine bottle in his hand, he swaggered right up to Ling Feng's side without even glancing at Shane.
Compared to a sinister, petty former cop, Merle obviously felt that following Ling Feng, whose combat power was off the charts, was much more fun to watch.
"One hour before dark, everyone bring your things back to this Train Station to rendezvous."
Dropping these words, Ling Feng led Merle and Glenn, pushing open the door and walking straight out along the safety exit on the other side of the platform.
Shane stared at Ling Feng's back, spat fiercely onto the ground, and left in the opposite direction with the other two.
...
Half an hour later, a large outdoor supply chain store in downtown Atlanta.
This store was as large as two or three basketball courts.
The first floor was lined with rows of windbreakers and hiking boots, while the second floor was the camping equipment zone.
Ling Feng led his men to smash open a window from the back fire escape and climb in.
"Be sharp everyone, look for the heavy-duty goods you can use."
Standing on the metal grid floor of the second floor, Ling Feng tossed a multifunctional folding entrenching tool into a shopping cart nearby.
Glenn had overdrawn his physical stamina quite a bit from crashing and sprinting wildly earlier, but now he had finally recovered.
Very consciously pushing two empty shopping carts, he followed behind acting as a porter.
"Brother Ling, this double-layer sleeping bag is amazing! It won't freeze you even at minus twenty degrees!"
Glenn dragged down three huge dark green compression packs from the very top of the shelf and crammed them all into the cart.
"The wind is strong at Camp at night; these things are way better than covering up with a tattered blanket."
Ling Feng nodded with satisfaction; this kid had good situational awareness.
He walked past rows of shelves, specifically picking out the top-tier equipment that was most expensive and normally completely unaffordable.
He took two of the largest self-inflating air mattresses and picked the newest model of the double-burner portable gas stove.
Finally, in the corner of the warehouse, Ling Feng found a Honda silent inverter generator, plus four large drums of unopened antifreeze engine oil.
This was today's greatest harvest.
Just as Ling Feng bent over to lift the dead-heavy generator packaging box,
Merle strolled over leisurely.
He was carrying a Nepalese kukri machete he had just pried out of the counter, testing the sharpness of the blade with his thumb.
"Reach your hand over and give me a hand."
Ling Feng jerked his chin upward, pointing at the pull ring on the other end of the generator casing.
Merle didn't hesitate; he stuck the knife into his belt, hooked his hands into the pull ring, and together with Ling Feng, forcibly lifted the seventy-to-eighty-pound generator into a large flatbed cart.
After putting the things away, Merle reached out to rub his bald head, deliberately lowering his voice to speak in a tone only the two of them could hear.
"That business on the rooftop, is it really just going to be brushed past like this?"
Merle grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, smiling extremely maliciously, "Don't you go telling me that you actually believed the ghost stories about defending against monsters that cop was spouting."
Ten meters away, Glenn, who was picking out a rain cover for his mountaineering backpack, heard the commotion over here and instantly pricked up his ears.
But he completely failed to understand what Merle was talking about regarding "that business on the rooftop," and could only slow down his movements, pretending to adjust the zipper with a look of full curiosity.
Ling Feng reached out to pull over a roll of thick nylon rope from the shelf next to him, testing its weight-bearing capacity in his hand.
He didn't turn his head to look at Merle, just asked back extremely indifferently.
"Merle, although we haven't been dealing with each other for many days, do you think I, Ling Feng, possess a face that repays grievances with virtue?"
A single sentence, crisp and neat, without a shred of nonsense.
Merle froze for a second, then let out a burst of extremely arrogant, muffled laughter.
He pulled out the kukri machete from his waist and fiercely gestured a throat-slitting motion in mid-air.
"I knew you weren't that easy to talk to!"
Merle completely set his mind at ease, slamming a palm onto the handle of the cart, "That bastard surnamed Shane is just a shady piece of shit who will bite at any moment. I just want to see when you plan to kill him; whenever you need help, just give a word. I've found him an eyesore for a long time!"
After finishing these heartfelt, ruthless words, Merlepushing another shopping cart filled with ropes and tents enthusiastically went ahead to scavenge for climbing axes.
This bald punk completely had the attitude of someone wanting to watch the world burn.
Watching Merle's retreating figure, Ling Feng casually tossed that roll of nylon rope into his own pile of supplies, only feeling amused in his heart.
Merle wanting to see him draw a knife and hack Shane to pieces on the spot was far too crude.
In the apocalypse, there were plenty of ways to kill a person; the most inferior method was staging an internal shootout right in front of everyone at Camp.
Shane's life would be spared for the time being.
This guy's usefulness hadn't been completely wrung dry yet.
Camp needed coolies, needed someone who understood a bit of tactics to go to the periphery and clear out the occasionally wandering Walkers.
What was even more important...
Ling Feng's mind conjured up Lori's face, which possessed immense charm yet loved to put on airs.
Yesterday in the woods, in order to trade a piece of bear meat for her son, Lori was forced down against a tree trunk by him to complete his first conquest.
The addition of five thousand Pleasure Points gave Ling Feng a taste of supreme sweetness.
But that arrogant woman definitely wasn't convinced in her heart; she had only temporarily lowered her head under duress of hunger and force.
Today Shane dared to gesture with a knife behind his back.
Ling Feng didn't plan to settle this deadly, messy account directly with Shane.
He was going to use this matter to completely manipulate Lori.
As long as he exposed Shane's dark actions of almost getting everyone killed in the city completely in front of Lori.
And then told her that Shane's life was now pinched right in the palm of his, Ling Feng's, hand.
In order to protect this man who had always sheltered her and her son, in order to continue living in this perilous Camp.
Lori, this woman who fancied herself smart, would definitely know what kind of posture and price to use to appease his, Ling Feng's, anger on Shane's behalf.
When that time came...
Whether inside the RV or in the small woods, Lori would completely drop all her disguises and bottom lines, turning into the ultimate toy meant solely to exchange for survival chips.
The crazy harvesting of Pleasure Points was the most solid hard currency in this apocalyptic game!
Chapter 49: Returning with a full load! Going back to handle the top-tier married woman!
Ling Feng pulled back his focus, too lazy to bother with Merle, that bald scoundrel spouting nonsense nearby. Shane's life would be spared for now; this bastard was currently just a living score-grinding chip.
He strode forward, walking directly toward the special energy zone on the other side of the second floor of the outdoor gear store.
That Honda generator would indeed be powerful enough to bring back as the main power supply, but its fuel-guzzling habit would definitely be a huge trouble in the later stages of the apocalypse.
Since he was already here, he might as well get all the supplies sorted out in one go.
On the very bottom layer of a row of dust-covered shelves, Ling Feng dug out what he wanted.
An unopened, high-power portable solar generator.
This gadget, along with the three large boxes of high-conversion foldable photovoltaic panels next to it, was quite exaggerated in weight.
"Brother Ling, this box must be seventy or eighty pounds, right?"
Glenn pushed two shopping carts crammed with supplies and walked over, stretched his neck to take a look, and shook his head repeatedly, "The carts really don't have anywhere left to cram things, should we come back to get it next time?"
Ling Feng didn't even reply, stepping forward with his right leg and locking his arms around the base of the cardboard box.
The muscles in his arms suddenly tensed, and the heavy object weighing close to eighty pounds was abruptly lifted up by him, steadily held in front of his chest.
Immediately after, Ling Feng turned sideways, freeing up one hand to directly grab the military-green, all-weather high-grade two-person tent on the top layer of the shelf, flipping it onto his back with a backhand throw.
"This is called heavy?"
Ling Feng's face didn't flush and he wasn't out of breath, his tone extremely relaxed, "That damn wind at the Campat night can blow people into getting arthritis, and this generator is my air conditioning guarantee for tonight."
Glenn looked at Ling Feng's exaggerated physical fitness, swallowed hard, and immediately shut his mouth to honestly push the cart.
Merle also tucked three or four military machetes and several packs of high-intensity flashlights around his waist, the three of them covered from head to toe in gear, looking just like country landlords heading to town for a market fair.
The journey was smooth.
Half an hour later, the three of them retreated the same way back to that shady underground freight station.
As soon as they walked out of the passage, the crisp sound of metal spring clips colliding echoed in the empty platform.
Shane, T-Dog, and Morales were already waiting by the police car.
Shane was holding a brand-new Remington pump-action shotgun in his hands, using a rag to vigorously wipe the barrel.
On the hood next to him, there were impressively placed two M4 rifles and quite a few golden-yellow ammunition boxes.
This bastard obviously took a detour to clean out the gun shop in the city.
Originally, Shane was immersed in the huge satisfaction of acquiring heavy firepower. With these guns, even if his voice in the Camp was suppressed by Ling Feng, he would at least have the power to put up a fight.
But when he raised his head and his gaze swept over the three of them, that trace of complacency that had just appeared on his face instantly froze.
The two shopping carts were stuffed to the brim, Ling Feng was holding a large box in his arms, and a luxury tent was strapped to his back.
This wasn't fleeing for their lives in the city, this was simply wholesale shopping at a supermarket!
The muscles on Shane's cheeks twitched twice, and the bottom of his eyes was filled with unconcealable grievance and frustration.
"What are you all dawdling for?"
Shane slammed the Remington in his hand heavily onto the hood, his tone extremely irritable, "It's getting dark, take advantage of the time before that bunch of rotten things on the road disperses, and get in the car to go back to the Camp!"
He didn't mention the attempt to stab him in the back on the rooftop.
Ling Feng didn't mention it either.
This unspoken truth was temporarily kept hidden by everyone.
Ling Feng threw the large box onto the ground and opened the trunk of the heavy-duty bulletproof off-road vehicle.
He and Glenn joined forces, forcibly stuffing all the supplies into categories.
The space was squeezed so not a bit was left, and even the rear seats were pushed out into an obvious arc.
Just as Ling Feng closed the trunk and prepared to get in the car.
Without even greeting anyone, Merle directly pulled open the front passenger door of the off-road vehicle and plopped right down into the wide, soft leather seat.
"Merle!"
Seeing this scene, Shane's anger shot straight up to his scalp, "What kind of nerve are you acting! You drove your own car on the way here, get lost and drive that crappy pickup truck!"
This scoundrel sitting into Ling Feng's car in public was clearly slapping him, the team leader, right in the face.
Merle chewed on a mint he had swiped from the pharmacy, leisurely rolling down the car window.
Half of his body leaned out, aiming an extremely arrogant middle finger directly at Shane, who was furious standing beside the police car.
"It's so hot, my crappy car can't even blow out any cold air, am I supposed to steam a sauna in there?"
Merle patted the leather seat beneath him, smiling very wickedly, "Sheriff Shane, if you want to drive it, the keys are right in that car, go get them yourself."
A crisp and decisive choice of sides.
Shane was choked by these words, breath stuck in his throat.
He gripped the walkie-talkie in his hand so tightly that veins bulged on the back of his hand, but ultimately he didn't dare to act out.
He turned around, pulled open the car door, dived into the police car, and slammed the door shut with a deafening bang.
The convoy set off again.
The police car led the way in front, with the off-road vehicle following closely behind.
The air conditioning in the carriage was turned up extremely high.
Merle put his feet directly on the center console, running his mouth without a filter, cursing vehemently at Shane ahead all the way.
"This bastard is just a piece of trash who's only tough at home. Do you believe it, once we get back to the Camp, he'll definitely take those few crappy guns around to show off and act big."
Merle spat out the candy residue and reached out to grope for the cigarettes on the dashboard.
Ling Feng steered the steering wheel with one hand, pulled out a marlboro, lit it, and rolled down half the car window.
The smoke was swept away by the rushing counterwind.
He only gave a perfunctory "Hmm," completely too lazy to take up Merle's banter.
Shane?
What was there to plan about a person who was about to die.
Ling Feng's mind was now completely filled with another figure.
Lori's face, full of mature charm, and that sense of contrast where she always put on airs yet had to submit under pressure.
The scene from yesterday in the small woods next to the Quarry completely replayed in his mind out of control.
That more than half an hour of "deep communication" allowed Lori to contribute a full 5,700 Pleasure Points.
But this was far from enough.
The final step had not yet been broken through, and that layer of psychological defense had not been completely torn apart.
According to the system's nature, the married woman attribute had a double bonus.
If he could completely eat Lori up and wipe her clean, the Pleasure Points could definitely exceed ten thousand!
This was simply a huge sum of money waiting to be cashed out at any time.
Ling Feng licked his lips, the tip of his tongue sliding across the dry corners of his mouth.
This woman was indeed top-tier.
He hadn't felt it just watching the show before, but now that he had tried it for real, he knew what kind of experience it was for her skills to be explosively awesome.
Originally he was still worrying that since they had just tossed around yesterday, Lori would definitely hide from him in the short term.
But now it was different.
Shane's rope-cutting trick on the rooftop was simply an excellent handle delivered right to his hands.
As long as he took this matter to show down with Lori, telling her that if she didn't want the matter of Shane stabbing people in the back to spread all over the Camp, if she didn't want this man who protected her to be dealt with on the spot...
This smart woman would definitely know what kind of posture and price to use to appease the anger for Shane.
Ling Feng stepped on the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle's engine let out a low roar, biting tightly behind the police car in front.
An hour later, the sun completely sank below the horizon.
The convoy drove into the Quarry Camp.
As soon as it came to a stop, the survivors all around who were still gnawing on dry rations immediately swarmed over.
"Gosh! They came back alive!"
Andrea and Amy ran over from in front of the nearby off-road vehicle at the first moment.
Seeing Ling Feng get down from the driver's seat, Amyhad unconcealable joy in the bottom of her eyes, rushing forward directly to hug his arm.
Glenn jumped down from the back, shouting for T-Dog to help unload the cargo while loudly boasting about today's rich spoils.
The Camp was completely boiling.
Looking at those brand-new high-power generators, high-grade tents, and a bunch of anti-inflammatory medicine, everyone was dumbfounded.
On the other side of the Camp.
Lori took her son Carl's hand, walking quickly to the side of the police car that had just parked.
Shane got out of the car with a gloomy face. Seeing Loricoming over, he forced out a smile, preparing to open his mouth to say a few comforting words.
Ling Feng pushed through the crowd at this time, walking over casually.
He stopped in front of the two of them, holding the distance with extreme oppressiveness.
Directly bypassing Shane who was about to speak, he looked at Lori with a half-smile.
"Your Sheriff Shane here prepared quite a'stimulating' big gift for me in the city today."
Ling Feng's voice wasn't loud, just enough for the two people in front of him to hear.
Lori was stunned, not yet reacting to the meaning of these words.
The Shane beside her turned pale instantly, his hand uncontrollably gripping the gun butt at his waist.
Ling Feng didn't care about Shane's reaction, leaning his body forward slightly, getting close to Lori's ear, and casting a hook in that extremely low yet playful tone.
"If you don't want the stupid things he did to be known by everyone in the Camp, tonight after Carl falls asleep, come to that small woods to find me."
Finishing speaking, Ling Feng straightened his body, not giving Lori any chance to ask questions at all, patted the dust off his hands, and turned to walk toward his own off-road vehicle to check the supplies.
Leaving Lori standing in place, looking at Shane's pale face, her entire heart instantly sank to the bottom.
Chapter 50: Pinching Shane's Weak Spot, the Ultimate Married Woman Delivers Herself to His Door!
Dusk was falling.
Ling Feng dropped that thunderclap-like ultimatum, didn't even give a superfluous reaction, and directly strode with his long legs toward his bulletproof off-road vehicle.
Lori, who was left behind, stood in place, her mind buzzing.
She was completely not a stupid woman; Ling Feng's unbridled demeanor, coupled with the undisguised threat in his words, clearly indicated that he held an extremely fatal handle on Shane in his hands.
And it was the kind of bomb that, once thrown out, could make Shane completely lose his foothold in this Camp.
Shane stood nearby, watching Ling Feng walk away, his back long since soaked in cold sweat.
His face had turned an ashen color due to extreme tension and grievance.
Waiting for Ling Feng to walk out a dozen meters, Shane took two steps up to Lori, grabbed her arm, and spoke in a suppressed, impatient voice.
"What was he whispering to you just now?"
Lori broke free from Shane's hand and rubbed her pinched, aching wrist.
She didn't answer directly at all, but instead looked around at the Camp refugees who were poking their heads out all around.
"Follow me."
Lori dropped those three words and turned to walk toward the back of their two tents pitched side by side.
Shane bit the bullet and followed behind, his heart in his throat, chaotic like a pot of boiling hot porridge.
The two went around to the shadow of the tent away from the crowd's sight.
Lori turned around, arms crossed over her chest, her eyes staring straight at Shane's guilty, pale face.
"What on earth did you do this trip into town?"
Lori's tone was lowered very low, but every word carried extremely strong penetrative power, "Why would that Asian kid use the stupid thing you did to blackmail me?"
As soon as these words fell, Shane felt a "boom" sound in his head, his anger rushing straight to his celestial cap.
He cursed Ling Feng's eighteen generations of ancestors to the core in his heart.
This dog bastard!
On the rooftop, everyone didn't puncture that layer of window paper; he originally thought Ling Feng was maintaining a decent appearance for the sake of the big picture in the team.
After all this, this bastard treated this matter as a bargaining chip and ran straight to Lori to complain behind his back!
Shane's mind was now full of how to save face.
If Lori really knew that at a height of dozens of meters, in order to grab equipment and seize power, he planned to cut the rope and cause a companion to fall to death, and was even caught red-handed on the spot with a gun by that punk Merle...
Did he still want that reliable, formidable protector image in Lori's heart?
If this damn matter spread from Lori's mouth, what would those fence-sitting refugees in the Camp think?
Morales and T-Dog would definitely turn hostile on the spot; who would dare to follow a leader who might stab you in the back at any time!
Shane clenched his back molars tightly, the muscles on his cheeks twitching violently.
His brain spun wildly, thinking of what flawless lie to make up to fool past this mess.
Lori looked at Shane's virtue of a face turning blue and white, unable to squeeze out half a word for a long time, her heart already completely thoroughly understanding.
This man had definitely made a fatal mistake in the city, and the mistake was quite outrageous.
The most crucial thing was that this matter could not see the light of day.
Lori didn't continue pressing.
Investigating the specific process was already meaningless; the result was right before her eyes, Shane's weak spot was tightly grasped by Ling Feng.
She glared fiercely at Shane, turned around unhappily and left.
Walking on the way back to the RV, Lori bit her lip tightly, her chest blocked by an unresolved ball of gloomy air.
Undeniably, Ling Feng's perverted combat power and a cart piled like a mountain of supplies indeed made her heart flutter.
She had even plotted to find an opportunity to actively stick close, to trade herself and her son for a more solid backing.
But this had to be established on a transaction led by herself!
It was using her mature charm to handle men, to exchange for corresponding status, instead of being like this now, being forcibly forced by someone with an attitude close to charity and command to go into the woods at night!
This feeling of being handled at will as an appendage made Lori, who was used to dealing with ease among several men, feel extremely humiliated.
Going to that woods at night, using one's toes to think, one knew what kind of storm-like treatment would be suffered.
Yesterday's forced submission lasting over half an hour still made her legs weak when she thought about it now.
But unfortunately, she didn't even have the capital to refuse.
Rick was not around; Shane was the only shield she could block in front of her in this perilous Camp besides Ling Feng.
No matter what wicked things Shane did outside, this shield could not be lost now; once lost, she would truly become a fat sheep to be slaughtered at will.
In order to keep Shane this trump card, and also to keep her current treatment, she could only obediently bow her head tonight.
The more Lori thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.
She turned her head to look at the edge of the Camp.
Beside that exaggerated heavy off-road vehicle, the two sisters Andrea and Amy were swarming around Ling Fengchattering, laughing with trembling flower-like branches.
That picture was extremely dazzling, making the nameless fire at the bottom of Lori's heart burn even more fiercely.
...
The off-road vehicle's trunk door was completely wide open.
Ling Feng casually threw a whole box of expensive multi-vitamins to Amy.
Glenn was working hard to move down that set of all-weather luxury double-layer tents.
"This thing is way too heavy!"
Glenn panted heavily, wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Brother Ling, this military-grade tent can withstand at least a force 8 gale, awesome!"
Amy immediately leaned closer, her palm touching the thick rainproof silk, jumping up and down with excitement.
She turned her head and pounced over to hug Ling Feng's arm.
"Oh god, this is so awesome!"
Last night's commotion inside the carriage was too big, Amy felt awkward just seeing that car now.
Being able to stretch her legs and sleep in a spacious tent was simply a great luxury in this damn world.
Andrea was originally quite calm about these outdoor products.
Until she saw the heavy goods Ling Feng dragged out from deep inside the carriage.
Three large pieces of high-conversion folded photovoltaic panels, plus a portable solar generator.
Andrea's eye corners jumped wildly.
"Did you raid the downtown electrical appliance store?"
She pointed at the generator, with an incredulous face, "This thing cost several thousand dollars even before the disaster, and you even moved back photovoltaic panels?"
Now even former lawyer Andrea, who had seen the world, was shocked.
What was most fatal in the doomsday?
Besides clean food, it was definitely electricity!
With this set of equipment, connecting to the few semi-obsolete storage batteries in the Camp, even air conditioning could be supplied at night.
"Those zombies aren't responsible for collecting money."
Ling Feng patted the outer shell of the generator completely indifferently, "Tonight after setting up the tent, connect the exhaust fan directly, and we'll sleep inside while blowing the breeze."
As these words drifted out.
T-Dog and Morales, who were paralyzed resting on the stones nearby, were so envious that their drool was almost flowing down.
They still had to feed poisonous mosquitoes in the stuffy and humid sleeping bags at night, while Ling Feng was already preparing to spend the night in an air-conditioned room.
The gap was so huge it made people want to vomit blood.
Ling Feng leaned against the front bumper of the car, pulled out that half pack of marlboro, lit one, and took two blissful puffs.
Looking at the solar components on the ground, he casually mentioned a sentence.
"Photovoltaic panels are fetched, if we could find an all-terrain new energy electric car and stick the panels directly on the roof, we'd even save the trouble of running around looking for gas stations everywhere."
Fuel was a consumable, which was an unavoidable hard flaw.
Gasoline would also deteriorate if left for too long.
Being able to get an electric ride to run away, basking in the sun and charging while walking during the day, this life would definitely be comfortable to the extreme.
Andrea was helping to untie the binding ropes on the tent, and hearing these words, she directly threw a big roll of the eyes over.
"Stop dreaming."
Andrea shook her short blonde hair and ruthlessly opened the complaint mode, "This is America, the streets are full of large-displacement oil tigers, you want an electric car? Go rummage through the laboratories in Silicon Valley and it's almost about right, you can't find this thing on ordinary roads at all."
Ling Feng spat out a puff of blue smoke, thinking about it and it was indeed such a logic.
This damn place was after all not the Dragon Country of his past life.
That kind of electric RV with ultra-large capacity batteries and roofs covered with photovoltaic panels was simply a rare item over here.
Wanting to get this kind of hardcore vehicle, in the future he couldn't help but go to those large RV modification factories to try his luck.
"Hurry up and work, Glenn, help pitch the tent between those two pine trees."
Ling Feng stubbed out the cigarette butt and began to command methodically.
Andrea bent down to hug the tent's support steel pipes.
Taking advantage of the gap when this woman stuck her butt out, Ling Feng's big hand slapped heavily on it extremely naturally.
Andrea exclaimed and turned her head in shame and annoyance.
"What are you doing!"
"Nothing, just testing if my touch has regressed."
Ling Feng grinned with an extremely playful smile.
Andrea's cheeks were burning hot, and constrained by Glenn and her sister being present, she could only forcibly suppress her anger, holding the steel pipes and running away quickly.
[Pleasure Points + 50!]
The system's prompt tone rang out in a timely manner.
This life indeed had more and more things to look forward to.
Just at this moment, a burst of fine footsteps treading on fallen leaves came over.
Ling Feng turned his head to scan over.
The sky had completely darkened, and several bonfires in the center of the Camp had been lit.
Under the reflection of the firelight.
Lori had changed into an extremely form-fitting short-sleeved shirt, the buttons at the neckline deliberately untied by two, revealing a large area of fair skin.
Her hands tightly clutched the corner of her clothes, pacing around less than twenty meters away from the off-road vehicle, her lightly made-up face frequently glancing toward Ling Feng's area.
That posture of wanting to approach but feeling unable to save face completely exposed her extremely conflicted mindset right now.
Ling Feng didn't leave this woman a shred of dignity at all; he withdrew his sight and casually arranged to the busy Andrea.
"You guys look at pitching the tent yourselves, I'm going to the woods nearby to pull a few nylon ropes to make an outer perimeter cordon."
After speaking, Ling Feng flicked his long legs and walked straight toward that dark and gloomy small pine forest.
Since the ultimate married woman had dressed up and delivered herself to his door.
These several thousand Pleasure Points delivered to his mouth.
Tonight must be tasted properly once again!