Chapter 51: Want to Hush It Up? Lori Obediently Delivers Herself!
Ling Feng turned around and walked toward the woods.
Andrea stood in place, holding a washed wooden spoon in her hand.
"We're not waiting for you to eat!"
Andrea shouted at the top of her lungs.
Ling Feng didn't even look back, simply raising his right hand to wave twice in the air.
Eat?
The dry, tough fish in this desolate wilderness tasted entirely of muddy fishiness.
Going into the small woods to taste a ripe, married woman was a far more satisfying deal than gnawing on fish.
Seeing how decisively Ling Feng walked away, Andreathrew the wooden spoon into the aluminum pot in annoyance.
She turned around, her gaze sweeping past the SUV's hood toward the dilapidated RV over ten meters away.
Lori was pacing back and forth anxiously.
The woman had changed into an extremely form-fitting short-sleeved top, her collar widely and conspicuously open, even clearly revealing the dazzling fair skin below her collarbone.
Andrea was used to seeing all kinds of people in court.
Lori's deliberate dressing up and playing-hard-to-get posture couldn't hide from her eyes at all.
"Shameless."
Andrea's chest heaved violently as she cursed Lori's ancestors back eighteen generations in her mind.
Having a husband and still trying to hook up with someone else—this woman was rotten to the core, clearly throwing herself at him.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Andreadragged over two plates, filled them to the brim with two large portions of stewed fish, and turned to call her sister.
"Amy, hurry up and eat!"
Andrea clanked the plate against the SUV's front bumper, her temper flaring up completely. "We're going to stuff ourselves today. Don't leave a single piece of meat for that bastard! Starve him to death!"
Stepping on the thick pine needles, Ling Feng unhurriedly walked deep into the lush pine forest.
The light from the campfire outside was completely blocked by the dense branches.
The surroundings were entirely swallowed by darkness.
He leaned against the trunk of a thick camphor tree, pulled out a Marlboro, and lit it.
The flame flickered in the darkness.
Not even three minutes had passed.
The faint sound of dry twigs snapping came from behind him.
Lori parted the thorny bushes, stumbling her way over.
Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her breathing clearly out of rhythm.
The moment she saw Ling Feng leaning against the tree, Lori couldn't suppress the anxiety in her heart.
"What on earth did Sean do in the city?"
Lori lowered her voice, her tone extremely urgent.
She had to figure out how much trouble Sean had caused to be blackmailed so blatantly.
Ling Feng took a drag of his cigarette and blew the nicotine-scented smoke straight into Lori's face.
Lori frowned from the choking smoke, but she didn't dare dodge.
"It's nothing major."
Ling Feng flicked away a bit of ash, his tone casual and relaxed, as if human life meant nothing to him. "Sheriff Sean just planned to cut my safety rope on a rooftop tens of meters high when I wasn't looking, sending me, an eyesore, straight down to feed hundreds of zombies."
To Lori's ears, these words were no different from a bombshell exploding in her mind.
She shuddered violently, even taking half a step back before barely steadying herself.
Sean wanted to kill Ling Feng!
Lori frantically cursed that stupid, crazy bastard Sean in her heart.
If he was going to make a dirty move, he should have done it cleanly and silenced him for good!
But now, he had failed, and instead handed the most lethal leverage to this man-eating beast!
If this were discovered by others in the Camp,
which of those refugees with families would tolerate a leader who might stab them in the back at any moment?
Sean would absolutely be expelled from the Camp!
When that time came, how would she and Carl, a widow and her child, survive in this dog-eat-dog world?
"He was stupid."
Lori took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down, her voice carrying a trace of humble probing. "You deliberately called me over. What do you want? As long as you don't blow this out of proportion, name your terms."
Ling Feng chuckled, threw the remaining half of his cigarette onto the ground, and crushed it with his foot.
He didn't answer Lori's question.
Instead, he raised his hand and naturally placed it on the metal zipper of his pants.
"Click."
The crisp sound of metal sliding was exceptionally clear in the silent woods.
"I already stated my terms earlier."
Ling Feng crossed his arms, looking down at Lori's pale, shifting face. "It felt pretty good in the woods yesterday. Now, I want to experience it more thoroughly."
Lori froze in place.
Although she was prepared for this, Ling Feng's blunt, casual attitude of treating her like a cheap tool still deeply insulted her self-esteem.
Yet despite the humiliation, a strange sense of relief actually arose in the deepest part of her heart.
If she could silence Ling Feng using this under-the-table method and keep Sean as her shield against the elements,
this transaction was entirely bearable for her.
Lori rolled her eyes conspicuously, no longer bothering to act demure.
She smoothed her slightly messy skirt, and her knees slowly bent.
In the dim light of the woods, she squatted straight down.
At the same time, next to the dilapidated RV at the edge of the Camp.
Sean leaned against a tire, holding a piece of dry, hard bread, struggling to swallow it.
The rough texture scraped his throat painfully, but he had to replenish his energy.
He patted the dust off his clothes and looked around.
"Carl."
Sean bent down and reached out to pat the head of the little boy playing with mud nearby. "Where did your mom go?"
Carl dropped the twig in his hand, raised his mud-stained little face, and answered very obediently.
"Mom said her tummy was a bit upset just now, so she went to the woods to relieve herself."
Sean nodded in satisfaction and stuffed the remaining half of the bread into his mouth.
He didn't suspect a thing.
Lori wasn't used to those coarse rations, so it was perfectly normal for her stomach to act up.
On his trip to the city, he had not only secured heavy weaponry but also brought back a large quantity of anti-inflammatory and stomach medicines.
Once Lori returned and he gave her the medicine, it would definitely earn him a huge amount of goodwill.
Thinking of this, Sean's mood improved significantly.
As long as that bastard Ling Feng kept his mouth shut, no one could shake his position in Lori's heart.
A full forty minutes later.
In the dark pine forest, accompanied by Lori's muffled cough, everything finally returned to silence.
Ling Feng leisurely pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.
In his mind, the system's electronic mechanical voice sounded on cue.
[Pleasure Points +5,000!]
Five thousand points acquired!
Ling Feng cracked his neck in satisfaction, his joints making crisp popping sounds.
Just a verbal warning, combined with this woman's inherent housewife bonus, made farming Pleasure Pointsincredibly satisfying.
At this rate, accumulating the fifty thousand points needed for the next advanced skill upgrade was just around the corner.
Lori knelt on the ground and turned her back.
The intense activity left her dry-heaving uncontrollably.
She frantically wiped her lips hard with the back of her hand, trying to scrub away that highly aggressive, strange taste.
Ling Feng didn't bother with Lori's disheveled state. He turned and strode toward the brightly lit Camp.
Just as he walked back to the SUV, he saw Andrea sitting on a folding chair, picking her teeth with a toothpick.
Beside her, the aluminum pot that had held the stewed fresh fish was turned upside down, so clean it could reflect a person's image.
Amy leaned against the car door, rubbing her round belly sheepishly, letting out a burp every now and then.
Andrea raised her eyebrows and patted the empty pot with a smug look.
"What a shame, it's all gone. Not even a drop of fish soup is left."
Andrea deliberately raised her voice, her petty desire for revenge written all over her face.
Ling Feng wasn't angry at all.
He took a step forward and squeezed Andrea's perky buttocks with a brutal grip.
"It's fine. I already stuffed myself with something else earlier."
Ling Feng leaned close to Andrea's ear and lowered his voice.
Andrea instantly understood the innuendo.
Her fair face flushed beet red. She glared fiercely at Ling Feng, turned her head away, and refused to speak another word.
On the other side of the Camp.
Lori quietly slipped back from the edge of the pine forest.
She walked extremely slowly, her legs still trembling uncontrollably.
She kept pursing her lips, feeling like she still hadn't completely cleaned off that taste.
Standing outside the RV, Lori took three deep breaths and tucked her slightly messy hair behind her ear.
That gentle and proper expression was once again plastered on her face.
As soon as she walked over, Carl ran up and hugged her calf.
Sean immediately stood up straight from the tire and walked up to greet her with a face full of concern.
"Carl said you weren't feeling well? Does your stomach still hurt?"
Sean's tone was incredibly pleasing, and he even tried to reach out to support Lori's arm. "Don't worry, I brought back several bags of medicine for this when I went to the city. I'll go get them for you right now."
Lori sidestepped, deftly avoiding Sean's approaching hand.
There wasn't a single ripple of emotion on her face.
The experience in the woods just now made her feel angry the moment she saw Sean's self-righteous face.
"I'm fine, much better now."
Lori's tone was flat, offering no further explanation.
Seeing Lori's cold attitude, Sean's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
He coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment, withdrew his hand, and stopped pestering her.
Lori took Carl by the hand and went straight back into the tent.
Left outside, Sean retreated into the shadows.
He slipped his right hand into his pants pocket, his fingertips rubbing back and forth against a small, square, flat box wrapped in plastic film.
It was a little item he had pocketed from the family planning shelf when they were scavenging supplies at the pharmacy, taking advantage of the moment when no one was looking.
Sean rubbed the texture of the square box's packaging, staring intently at the tightly closed door of the RV.
This little thing would come in handy one day.
Chapter 52: The Camp gets electricity, this damn life is unbearable!
The scorching sun was right overhead.
The air around Quarry Camp was baked until it was burning hot.
Beside the off-road vehicle, Ling Feng flattened out all three large, high-conversion-rate folding photovoltaic panels he had brought back from the downtown area yesterday.
He found several thickened nylon straps and secured the photovoltaic panels tightly onto the roof rack of the car.
The thick black main power line was pulled into the cabin through the gap of the half-rolled-down car window.
The brand-new portable generator was steadily tucked under the back seat by him.
Ling Feng reached out and pressed the start switch on the side of the generator.
A tiny current hum came out.
"It's lit up!"
Amy, who was standing nearby, rushed over directly.
She hugged Ling Feng's arm tightly with both hands, her whole body pressing against him and shaking unceasingly.
"There's electricity! Brother Ling, look quickly at the numbers on the screen!"
Amy's cheeks were flushed red with excitement.
She pointed at the LCD screen on the generator panel that lit up with a faint blue glow.
In this apocalyptic world where even a mouthful of clean tap water had to be saved and drunk sparingly, a screen that could display the jumping battery level was simply more dazzling than a whole box of gold.
Ling Feng turned his head slightly to glance at the continuously rising power value.
The sun outside today was venomous enough, and the conversion rate of these top-tier photovoltaic panels was quite impressive.
"This generator is just an emergency piece of junk."
Ling Feng withdrew his arm and casually rubbed Amy's hair,
"Don't expect to use this thing to run any heavy equipment. This little bit of electricity is at most enough for us to turn on the air conditioner in the car at night and use small household appliances."
He turned around and leaned against the hood of the off-road vehicle, calculating future arrangements.
"Another day when I go to the city again, I'll go find a repair shop that sells high-end RV accessories and get a small vehicle-mounted portable refrigerator back."
Ling Feng reached out and pointed to the empty space in the trunk,
"In the future, the fresh meat hunted back can be directly thrown in and frozen, saving us from smoking and roasting meat jerky every day."
Hearing this, Andrea, who was bending over to tidy up the wind ropes of the luxury tent nearby, stopped the work in her hands.
She walked over quickly, her gaze fixed dead on that generator.
"Since even a refrigerator can be powered, what about a washing machine?"
Andrea asked full of anticipation.
In the past two days, she not only had to take charge of washing clothes and cleaning pots and pans, but at night she also had to cope with Ling Feng's practically terrifying physical strength inside the tent.
Every day as soon as dawn broke, all her bones were aching terribly.
If they could get a washing machine over, it could definitely save her more than half of her effort.
After hearing this, Ling Feng rolled his eyes speechlessly.
"Big sister, do you really think these solar panels are a large-scale nuclear power plant?"
Ling Feng retorted,
"Where am I going to conjure up a portable washing machine for you? If this were placed in Longguo, I could easily find a folding mini one anywhere, but this is America! The streets are full of drum monsters weighing hundreds of pounds. Plug this generator in and it'll strike and cut power in a single second!"
Andrea bit her teeth somewhat unwillingly and could only hold back this thought.
"However, don't rush to be disappointed either."
Seeing her looking like this, Ling Feng casually gave a plan,
"If we happen to run into those modified luxury RVs in the future, we'll rush right up and dismantle their vehicle-mounted small washing machine. That thing has low power, and we can barely manage to run it."
Andrea nodded reluctantly and turned around to continue tidying up the mats in the tent.
The fact that they got electricity was truly a huge piece of joyful news.
Last night in the pine forest, he had earned a huge sum of Pleasure Points from Lori, and today the living configuration of this small Camp had stepped up another level.
Ling Feng was in an extremely good mood right now.
"All right, stop bustling about."
Ling Feng clapped his hands together and directly issued an order,
"Today we don't need to calculate rations; let's have a big meal to celebrate properly!"
Hearing that she could eat a good meal, Amy immediately turned around and waited for task assignments.
"Take that treasured fishing gear of yours and go to the puddle ahead to keep fishing. Get a few more fat ones up today."
Ling Feng pointed to the accumulated water lake in the distance.
"No problem! Leave it to me!"
Amy agreed crisply, picked up the fishing gear bag, and ran toward the lake shore.
Ling Feng turned his head again to look at Andrea.
"Go cut three catties of bear ribs and clean off the smoked dust on them."
Andrea drew her machete and strode toward the row of wooden racks hung full of smoked bear meat.
Ling Feng strapped the glock pistol to his back, took a burlap sack, and turned to dive into the deep forest full of bushes behind the Camp.
He planned to dig up some fresh wild vegetables, and if he was lucky enough to run into some game, he could directly enjoy a meat dish.
...
Toward evening.
The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the stone walls around the Quarry in a fiery red.
Although the world had long been in chaos with zombies walking everywhere, in this remote corner of the Camp, the three of them stubbornly lived out a pre-apocalyptic vacation vibe.
It was nothing more than lacking a smartphone held in hand to scroll through videos.
A spacious open space was cleared out between the tent and the off-road vehicle.
Ling Feng chopped down two thick dead trees, and with his machete stubbornly split out four thick legs and a large flat wooden board, piecing them together into a sturdy simple dining table.
At this moment, that wooden table was covered with sumptuous food freshly out of the pot.
Right in the middle was a smoked-blackened aluminum stew pot, inside of which milky-white meat soup was bubbling and rolling.
Three catties of bone-in bear ribs were stewed together with the wild mushrooms and wild celery that Ling Fengpicked back from the forest in the afternoon, emitting an extremely rich meat aroma.
Next to it were also placed two iron plates, holding two big black fish weighing seven or eight catties that Amy had just roasted.
Their surfaces were sprinkled full of the coarse salt and pepper traded yesterday, roasted until they were golden-brown and crispy.
Ling Feng sat in the folding chair in a grandiose manner.
He used a wooden spoon to directly ladle up a large piece of soft and tender stewed bear rib, threw it into the bowl in front of him, and began eating in big mouthfuls.
Amy and Andrea sat nearby; the two sisters couldn't even spare the time to talk, single-mindedly tackling the roasted fish on their plates.
The dual satisfaction of bear meat and fresh fish, coupled with the confidence brought by the generator running stably in the back, made them completely forget that this was a wilderness where people could die at any moment.
A gust of strong wind blew past, and the meat aroma in the stew pot drifted directly along the wind direction to the refugee gathering area dozens of meters away.
Most people were gnawing on dry, tasteless compressed biscuits and stale bread that had been left out for days.
As soon as this wave of meat aroma wafted over, it instantly triggered wave after wave of swallowing saliva sounds.
Beside a broken pickup truck at the outermost periphery of the Camp.
Sophia was gripping a dirty skirt hem in her hands, looking longingly in the direction of Ling Feng's tent.
The little girl's thin and weak face was full of desire for food.
"Mom..." Sophia tugged at Carol's clothes corner, her voice lowered very much, "It smells so good over there, what are they eating?"
Carol held an opened can of raw beans in her hand, using a spoon to laboriously pick out the clumped beans.
Hearing her daughter's words, she turned her head and looked over following Sophia's line of sight.
Over at Ling Feng's side, they were laughing and talking, with a table full of hot meat and hot soup.
Carol turned her head back again and looked at the cold can in her hand that emitted a preservative smell.
Then, her gaze fell under the shade of a tree a few steps away.
Her husband Ed was sitting boldly and unceremoniously on an abandoned tire.
This fat man was covered in fat, and his white tank top was stained with yellow smudges.
He had a low-quality cigarette snatched from someone else dangling in his mouth, and held an iron car-repair wrench used for self-defense, hitting the stones beside his feet sporadically.
Fetching water, picking firewood, taking care of the kids—this fat man did nothing at all, all day long knowing only to hide in the shade to smoke, and whenever anything didn't go his way, his mouth would spew extremely ugly foul language.
If anyone glanced at him a bit more, he could immediately make a fuss out of nothing to pick a fight and hit people.
The huge disparity in living conditions made Carol's emotions instantly plunge to the bottom of the valley.
Ling Feng could make the women following him eat stewed meat and enjoy air conditioning.
And while following Ed that good-for-nothing, not only were they constantly on tenterhooks, but her daughter couldn't even eat a hot meal.
"Be a good girl."
Carol held back her stinging eye sockets, scooped a mouthful of raw beans with a spoon and handed it to Sophia's mouth, "We'll eat this in a bit, and go to sleep early after finishing."
Sophia lowered her eyes in extreme disappointment, reluctantly opened her mouth, and swallowed that unpalatable bite of beans.
Ed, sitting under the tree shade, likewise smelled that meat aroma drilling straight into his nose.
The gluttonous worms in his belly were hooked into a rolling frenzy.
Ed took a vicious drag of the cigarette in his hand and casually spat out a large mouthful of white smoke.
He turned his head, looked irritably at the broken can in Carol's hand, and his temper flared up without any warning.
"Damn it! Every day I eat this kind of stuff meant for dogs in this damn place!"
Ed cursed in a duck-like screech.
He suddenly stood up from the tire and walked to Carol in a few steps.
"Eat, eat, eat! Every day you only know how to eat these useless rotten beans!"
Ed kicked viciously at Carol's wrist with one foot.
Only a crisp crash of "clang" was heard.
The tin can in Carol's hand flew straight out, and those pitiful few beans inside all spilled onto the dusty muddy ground.
Sophia was startled into a scream by this sudden fury, her whole person shrinking directly into Carol's arms, her small body trembling unceasingly.
Carol clutched her kicked-red wrist, not daring to resist at all, shielding her daughter tightly, not even daring to raise her head.
Ed looked at the rotten beans on the ground, then turned his head to glare fiercely at Ling Feng's trio who were eating meat in big mouthfuls.
The appearance of those two sisters with grease flowing all over their mouths completely ignited the greed and jealousy deep inside this fat man's bones.
Having his face rejected by Ling Feng on the road and getting a beating yesterday when dividing the bear meat.
New grudges and old hatreds combined with the current meat aroma made Ed completely lose his reason.
"Today I must go taste what that meat tastes like!"
Ed smashed the half cigarette butt in his hand fiercely onto the ground.
He crudely grabbed that rusty iron wrench, took extremely heavy steps, and with his mass of flabby muscles walked straight toward the direction of Ling Feng's dining table in big strides.
Ling Feng was gnawing on a piece of bone-in meat.
Hearing the commotion from the other end of the Camp, he casually threw the gnawed-clean bone onto the ground.
Without even moving his body, his right hand directly reached for the tactical holster on the outside of his thigh.
"Click!"
An extremely crisp metal clashing sound rang out.
The fully loaded glock 17 pistol was drawn out by Ling Feng, and the pitch-black muzzle instantly locked onto that fat man walking over aggressively.
Chapter 53: Why Bother Getting Worked Up Over a Dead Person!
"Click."
An extremely crisp metal clashing sound exploded beside the dining table.
The glock 17 pistol was steadily lifted with one hand by Ling Feng, its pitch-black muzzle unwavering in the slightest, locking directly onto the mass of fat rapidly approaching from ahead.
Fat Ed was less than five meters away from the wooden table.
The greed and evil fire in his mind of wanting to snatch meat were thoroughly doused from head to toe by a basin of sub-zero ice water the instant he saw the muzzle.
Staggering abruptly underfoot, Ed's massive body of nearly three hundred pounds completely lost balance, heavily slamming his buttocks straight onto the muddy ground filled with sharp gravel.
The rusty iron wrench that he had been tightly clutching in his hand for courage flew out of his hand, rolling far away with a clang.
"Don't! Don't open fire!"
Ed's fat shook wildly with fright, his hands raised above his head in an extremely wretched manner, frantically scuttling his buttocks backward.
His voice completely changed pitch, stuttering so badly he couldn't even straighten his tongue, and that ferocious look of his looked extremely comical at this moment.
This farce instantly dragged the attention of everyone in the Camp over.
Those who already found Ed displeasing had eyes full of undisguised contempt and mockery at this moment.
Merle, sitting on the hood of the beat-up pickup truck, directly burst into loud laughter.
He spat the half-chewed peppermint candy in his mouth onto the ground, pulling at that duck-like voice of his to loudly fan the flames.
"Open fire! Blow this piece of trash away! With all that grease on his body, keeping him around is just a waste of air!"
Merle slapped his thighs while watching the show.
Shane stood beside the RV dozens of meters away, holding a newly acquired shotgun and watching coldly.
T-Dog and Morales couldn't even be bothered to pay attention.
A piece of trash who cowered in the shade all day to avoid work and only knew how to throw punches at his own wife and children was simply not worthy of sympathy.
Carol in the distance tightly hugged her daughter Sophia, seeing Ed's cowardly look of kneeling and begging for mercy, she felt both fearful and strangely relieved of a huge burden in her heart.
Ling Feng didn't even lift an eyelid.
His fingers naturally moved away from the trigger.
With a flip of his wrist, he slammed the glock 17 directly onto the rough wooden table surface, producing a dull clashing sound.
Kill this kind of scum?
It would dirty his hands and waste the bullets he had worked so hard to get.
Ling Feng's gaze directly bypassed Ed, who was still shivering on the ground, treating the fat man as a useless puff of air.
His gaze fell straight dozens of meters away.
Carol was alertly protecting Sophia, while that thin little girl kept her eyes fixedly staring at the steaming roast meat on the table here.
"Go."
Ling Feng tapped his fingers on the table surface, turning his head to look at Amy, "Go bring that little girl over and let her eat something warm."
Amy had long found Ed's violent act of kicking away the can earlier unbearable.
She had always sympathized with Carol and her daughter in her heart, and hearing Ling Feng speak now, she pushed away the folding chair and stood up without hesitation.
Amy directly bypassed the retreating mass of fat on the ground and walked briskly up to Carol.
"Ling instructed to let the child come over and eat some meat."
Amy squatted down, her tone extremely gentle.
Carol froze.
She looked at Amy, then turned her head to look at the domineering and overbearing man in the distance, her eye sockets instantly turning completely red.
In this selfish, broken Camp, where even a mouthful of moldy bread was calculated, someone was actually willing to share hot meat with them.
"Go on, Sophia, hurry and follow along."
Carol sniffed hard, reaching out to gently push her daughter hidden behind her back out.
Sophia timidly glanced at her mother, and seeing Carolnodding continuously, she finally reached out her dirty little hand and cautiously tugged at the corner of Amy's clothes.
Amy pulled the little girl as they walked back.
When the two passed by Ed, the fat man had already climbed up from the ground covered in sweat.
His large fat face turned the color of a pig's liver, and the sense of humiliation made him grit his teeth until they shattered, yet he stubbornly didn't dare to squeak a single word out.
In the end, he could only tuck his tail and scurry back under his patch of shade like a stray dog.
Beside the dining table, heat was rising.
Sophia obediently stood at the edge of the table, her large eyes staring at the rolling bear meat in the stew pot, an extremely obvious swallowing sound coming from her throat.
She was really starving to death, but the little girl knew the rules very well.
She put both hands behind her back and raised her yellowish little face.
"Thank you, Brother Ling Feng."
Sophia's voice was very crisp, carrying a hint of timidity.
Then, she turned her head to look at Andrea, who was sitting on the other side drinking soup with a spoon, and bowed very earnestly.
"Thank you, Aunt Andrea."
"Pfft—cough, cough, cough!"
A mouthful of hot soup that Andrea had just swallowed into her mouth almost sprayed all over the wooden board.
She hurriedly put down the wooden spoon in her hand, coughing repeatedly from being choked, her eye corners beginning to twitch wildly.
The expression that had still maintained a lawyer's dignity instantly turned as black as ink.
Andrea extended her right hand, pointing at her younger sister Amy opposite who was laughing so hard she couldn't straighten her back, and then pointed at her own face.
"You little ungrateful wretch!"
Andrea completely broke down, her tone pitching up directly, "She's only a few years younger than me! You call her sister, and you call me aunt? Do I look that old?!"
Sophia was startled by this sudden stance, her shoulders shrinking abruptly as she subconsciously took half a step back.
Andrea was furious, standing up directly and leaning over more than half the table, reaching out to pinch the little girl's fleshless cheeks on both sides and gently pulling outward.
"Now, immediately, change your address right now!"
Andrea threatened through gritted teeth, "Call me sister!"
Sophia's face was distorted from being pinched, letting out a muffled plea for mercy.
Ling Feng leaned against the back of his chair and burst out laughing directly.
He raised his right hand and slapped away the back of Andrea's hand with a "slap".
Taking advantage of the momentum, his wrist exerted force, pulling Sophia over and steadily protecting her in front of him.
"How old are you already, why are you getting worked up over a little brat who hasn't even grown all her hair yet?"
Ling Feng unceremoniously roasted her.
Andrea rubbed the back of her hand that had been hit red and rolled her eyes in extreme displeasure.
"What, your throat was hoarse from tossing around in the tent last night, but hearing the word aunt just now gives you such a huge temper."
Ling Feng lowered his voice, his tone extremely playful.
As soon as these words were thrown out, Andrea's fair cheeks turned completely red to the naked eye.
She glared fiercely at Ling Feng, directly grabbing a crispy-roasted blackfish rib and stuffing it into her mouth, refusing to take up the conversation anymore.
Ling Feng put away his teasing and picked up a clean small knife.
From the rolling aluminum stew pot, he accurately picked out a piece of bone-in bear rib with the thickest meat, soaked in thick soup, placed it into an empty bowl, and handed it directly to Sophia.
"Hold it."
Ling Feng spoke.
This overwhelmingly domineering meat aroma was simply irresistible to a child who had been hungry for a long time.
Saliva dripped straight down Sophia's chin.
But she still forced herself to endure and not grab it directly, instead looking at Ling Feng very sensibly.
"Thank you, Brother Ling Feng!"
"Eat yours."
Ling Feng leaned back.
Sophia completely let go now, using both hands to grab the bear rib that was even bigger than her face, tearing into it with big bites without any image.
Her whole face was stained with oil, eating ravenously.
Amy sat back down on the folding chair.
While tearing the fish meat in her plate, her gaze crossed the campfire and landed once again on the fat man on the outer periphery of the Camp.
Andrea swallowed the fish meat in her mouth, threw the bone onto the table, and made no effort to conceal the disgust in her tone.
"Carol's brain must be flooded with water, actually following such a piece of trash who only knows how to vent his anger on women and children wholeheartedly."
Andrea tapped the edge of the bowl forcefully, airing grievances for Carol, "In that kind of situation just now, you should have blown that fat pig's leg off with a single shot! Throwing such trash directly out of the Camp to feed the monsters would be letting him off easy!"
In Andrea's understanding, keeping a ticking time bomb like this without any bottom line, who could cause trouble at any time, was purely bringing bad luck to the entire Camp.
Ling Feng pulled out a tissue, casually wiping away the oil dripping from Sophia's chin.
His big palm casually ruffled the little girl's yellowish hair a couple of times.
"All right, talk less nonsense while eating."
Ling Feng interrupted Andrea's complaint.
Ling Feng held chopsticks to poke at the charcoal fire in the pot, a trace of mockery flashing through the depths of his eyes.
He couldn't even be bothered to bicker with that fat man.
Keeping Ed wasn't because of a kind heart, but rather because this fat man didn't even qualify to waste a single bullet of his.
Anyway, in a few days when the zombies inside the city start surging out, Ed will die!
He certainly hadn't forgotten that Ed was the very first to die when zombies broke into the Camp, he just wondered if that guy Rick had woken up yet!
Ling Feng tore off a piece of roasted fish skin and tossed it into his mouth.
The night wind rushed backward into the Camp along the gaps of the valley, blowing several campfires so that they flickered dimly, and sparks darted wildly in mid-air.
Chapter 54: The Entire Camp Is Jealous! Ling Feng Has His Eyes on the Military Truck!
As soon as the sun peeked over the horizon, the sweltering heat in the air began to crawl into people's pores.
Ling Feng reached out and pressed the shutdown button of the generator.
The machine that had been humming all night finally fell completely silent.
He lifted the flap of the military double-layer tent, and a wave of hot wind carrying the scent of earth rushed toward his face, forming a stark contrast with the lingering cool air inside the tent.
Andrea was organizing her sleeping bag. After a night of rest and with the ample cool air, most of the fatigue on her face had been swept away.
Amy, on the other hand, was stuffing a few boxes of compressed biscuits into her backpack nearby.
In the open space at the center of the Camp, chaos had already broken out.
A large crowd of survivors was surrounding Shane's police car tightly.
The exaggerated pile of supplies that Ling Feng brought back yesterday evening, coupled with that pot of fragrant braised bear meat, completely ignited the greed and survival instinct in the hearts of these refugees.
"You must count me in for going into the city today! I run fast and will definitely not hold everyone back!"
"Why should you be the only ones allowed to go get the good stuff? I still have two children at home waiting for fever-reducing medicine, I have to go too!"
"Right! There is strength in numbers, if we all go together, we can clean out the entire supermarket!"
The crowd clamored noisily, the scene as chaotic as a vegetable market scrambling for discounted eggs.
Those weaklings who had been cowering in their tents yesterday without daring to show their heads were now all blinded by the immediate interests before them, their minds filled solely with going into the city to pick up ready-made bargains.
Shane's scalp tingled from the noisy commotion.
He pressed his hands downward more than a dozen times, but no one paid him any attention at all.
These people completely ignored the man-eating zombies all over the streets, seeing only the high-end tents and generator piled in the trunk of the off-road vehicle.
"Bang!"
Shane grew anxious, directly drawing his glock pistol from his waist and firing a shot into the sky.
The deafening gunshot echoed over the Quarry.
The gathered crowd shivered violently in fright and instantly quieted down, a few timid women directly covering their ears.
"All of you, shut your mouths!"
Shane shoved his gun back into its holster, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
If he really led dozens of people into the city together, it would be pure suicide.
The more people there were, the easier it was for chaos to ensue; running into just a few zombies could get the entire team killed by this bunch of inexperienced rookies.
But if he didn't let them go, the Camp would immediately fall apart, and his career as a leader would be over.
Standing in front of the police car's hood, Shane swept his gaze across this crowd of people with their own hidden agendas and began laying down the rules.
"Going together is absolutely impossible! The target is too big, and accidents are prone to happen!"
Shane raised his volume, pointing at the open space ahead, "Those who want to go must all follow the rules! Grouped operations!"
Someone in the crowd immediately wanted to interrupt.
Shane didn't give them a chance at all, rattling off his plan like machine-gun fire: "Only five people go each time! Take turns! All supplies brought back, whether they are food, drinks, or medicine, must be handed over to the center of the Camp for unified distribution!"
As soon as these words came out, a wave of whispers instantly arose below.
This was completely the approach of sharing a communal pot.
It was definitely a disadvantage for those able-bodied young men with some skills, but for the vast majority of the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, this was simply a pie falling from the sky.
Without needing to risk their lives, just waiting at the Campallowed them to get a share of food.
"I agree!"
Fatty Ed was the first to raise his hand.
This fat pig had gone hungry all night last night, and today he was worried about having nowhere to get food; Shane's rule played right into his hands, "Old man Dale is old, so he should stay at the Camp to fix cars for everyone! Women shouldn't go out meddling blindly either, stay at the Campto do laundry and cook, just handle the logistics well!"
Carol stood behind Ed, lowering her head without daring to make a peep.
Dale took off the fisherman's hat on his head, wiped a sweat, and didn't retort.
He really couldn't run anymore, and staying at the Camp to tinker with car parts suited his wishes perfectly.
Seeing that more than half of the people nodded in silent agreement, Shane finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
This move of unified distribution not only stabilized this group of people, but also incidentally welded his own position of power firmly in place.
He turned his head and cast a very unnatural glance toward Ling Feng's bulletproof off-road vehicle.
Of course Shane wanted to drag Ling Feng's supplies into the communal pot as well.
But he didn't dare.
The score from the rooftop yesterday hadn't been settled yet; if he dared to order Ling Feng around, that machete would definitely hack into his neck on the spot.
Extremely tactfully, Shane skipped over Ling Feng and began calling out names in the crowd to form today's five-person team.
...
Beside the off-road vehicle.
Andrea leaned against the car door, hearing Shane's arrangement clearly.
Especially Ed's phrase "women should stay at the Camp to do laundry and cook", which directly stepped on her landmine.
Andrea turned her head to look at Ling Feng, who was strapping a holster to his thigh.
"You aren't planning to make me stay at the Camp in the future just to do laundry and cook for you, right?"
Andrea crossed her arms in front of her chest, her tone carrying undisguised resistance.
She was a former elite lawyer, and she was used to having a strong personality.
Making her become a weak woman like Carol who only knew how to hover around the kitchen stove was more painful than killing her.
Ling Feng pressed the buckle tight, stood up, and glanced at Andrea with a somewhat amused look.
"In this damn world, doing laundry and cooking even counts as a rare job?"
Ling Feng casually pulled a bulletproof vest out from the back of the vehicle and threw it directly into Andrea's arms, "Put it on quickly, you are coming with me today."
Holding that heavy bulletproof vest, Andrea was slightly stunned.
"Me? Go into the city with you?"
"Right, to be my driver."
Ling Feng pointed at the off-road vehicle nearby.
Hearing this, Amy hurriedly ran over from the rear of the vehicle with an eager face.
"Ling, I want to go too! I promise I won't hold you back!"
Ling Feng extended his large hand and roughly rubbed Amy's head a couple of times.
"You honestly stay at the Camp to guard our tent and supplies."
Ling Feng answered very straightforwardly, "The place we are going into the city today is different, and you can't drive the big guy we bring back."
When smoking last night, Ling Feng had already calculated it out.
The pathetic supplies at the Quarry were completely negligible.
If they really wanted to get hard currency, they still had to go to that completely paralyzed CDC.
The outside of that place had been taken over by the military; the ground was full of abandoned heavily armored military trucks and humvee jeeps.
Bulletproof glass, reinforced chassis, vehicle-mounted machine gun mounts—these were the top-tier vehicles for running for your life in the apocalypse.
Whether it was a military truck or a jeep, they were all high-horsepower hardcore characters.
Amy couldn't even drive a manual transmission smoothly; if she really ran into a zombie blockade, she would stall the car on the spot.
Andrea was mature and steady after all, and her driving skills passed muster; dragging her over to be a backup driver was just right.
Andrea slipped the bulletproof vest over her body, tearing the Velcro on the sides with a ripping sound.
"Are you really planning to take me out to risk my life?"
After putting on the vest, Andrea stared into Ling Feng's eyes, "Don't you think women will get in the way when encountering danger outside?"
Ling Feng pulled open the driver's seat door, leaning half his body into the car to check the ammunition.
"Don't feed me that soul-stirring soup of feminist equality, it's annoying to listen to."
Without turning his head, Ling Feng said, "This is not a video game; those man-eating things outside don't care whether you are a woman or not, and once bitten, you don't even have a chance to reload a save file."
Ling Feng pulled out the machete from under the car seat and threw it onto the center console.
"If you want to go out, I won't stop you, but you better keep your brain clear and act within your capabilities in everything."
Turning his head to look straight into Andrea's eyes, Ling Feng said, "When it truly comes to a life-or-death juncture, I might not be able to look out for you. You still have a younger sister in the Camp eagerly hoping for you to come back, so don't die outside and leave her alone in this damn place waiting to die."
These words were spoken extremely bluntly, without the slightest bit of hypocritical comfort.
After hearing this, Andrea instead felt much more settled in her heart.
She knew Ling Feng's temperament too well; this man always put interests and survival first and never spoke nonsense.
This kind of naked reality warning was a hundred times more useful than those empty promises of "I will protect you".
"I will take care of myself, as long as you don't treat me as a burden."
Andrea pulled open the passenger door and nimbly climbed inside.
The engine roared.
The massive bulletproof off-road vehicle spewed a puff of exhaust, its tires crushing the gravel road surface, leaving Shane and the others who were still grouping behind.
Shane, who had just finished dividing the teams, got a mouthful of dust.
Gritting his back teeth and watching the direction the off-road vehicle was driving away in, he hurriedly called T-Dog and Morales to get in the car.
"Let's go quickly! Go to the supply station in the downtown area; if we go late, not even a single can will be left!"
...
On the highway leading into the city.
Ling Feng steered with one hand, driving at a very fast speed.
The main road was filled everywhere with abandoned vehicles and the wrecks of chain-reaction rear-end collisions.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Andrea's nerves were tightly strained, her hand tightly clenching the short knife Ling Feng had given her.
"Where are we going?"
Watching the desolate scenery flashing past outside the window, Andrea discovered that this was not the route to the commercial district from yesterday.
"Atlanta CDC."
Ling Feng turned the steering wheel, and the off-road vehicle flexibly bypassed an upside-down school bus.
"CDC?"
Andrea drew a sharp breath, "That place was blocked off by the military long ago, I heard the surroundings are piled entirely with corpses and monsters, why go there? To find medicine?"
"To find cars."
Ling Feng stepped on the accelerator, and the engine erupted with a deafening roar.
"This damn bulletproof car fills up as soon as you load a few supplies, it's simply not enough. When the military retreated, they left behind at least dozens of military trucks and mine-resistant jeeps outside the CDC."
Ling Feng's gaze fixed on the toll station entrance ahead, "Just grab one and take it back, and when scavenging in the city in the future, we can clean out the supermarket directly."
Hearing this, Andrea swallowed hard.
Military trucks.
This guy's guts were simply boundless.
When other people went into the city, they carefully scraped together a bit of bread and water; he directly set his sights on the military's heavy equipment.
The off-road vehicle got off the highway ramp, and the road conditions ahead grew worse and worse.
Spent cartridges on the ground were layered one after another, and scrapped Tanks and sandbag bunkers blocked the way.
The stench of putrefaction permeating the air drilled straight into their noses even with the car windows closed.
"We can't get through ahead."
Ling Feng slammed his foot on the brake.
The tires dragged two black skid marks across the asphalt road surface.
Several hundred meters away, the magnificent CDCbuilding came into view.
And in the plaza and around the cordon in front of the building, densely packed zombies were like a black ocean.
They wandered aimlessly among the military vehicles; a rough glance showed their number definitely exceeded a thousand.
Looking at that scalp-tingling formation, Andrea's hand gripping the knife hilt was covered in sweat.
"So many monsters... Even if the cars are parked right there, we simply can't get close."
Andrea lowered her voice, terrified of drawing the attention of the monsters outside.
Ling Feng put the car in park and pulled up the handbrake.
He had no intention of fighting them head-on at all.
In an open area like this, rushing into the horde of corpses would simply be handing over their lives for free.
His gaze searched carefully across the plaza, bypassing those smashed ordinary police cars, and directly locked onto a dark green military humvee parked on the inner side of the sandbag defense line, as well as a heavy troop carrier truck not far behind it.
The truck's rear cargo bed was covered with thick canvas, and the front of the truck was intact.
"A forceful attack definitely won't work."
Ling Feng tapped his fingers twice on the steering wheel, "We need to find something with a big commotion to lead this bunch of rotten meat all away."
Chapter 55: Covered in Corpse Blood! Wading into the Zombie Horde on Foot!
In front of this open plaza, there were simply no cover points for a frontal assault.
Ling Feng sat in the driver's seat, his gaze sweeping past the warning line hundreds of meters away, staring fixedly at the few military zombies wandering in front of the sandbags.
Those few monsters were wearing all-terrain camouflage uniforms, with tactical vests hanging on the outermost layer.
The bulletproof helmets and various tactical attachments reflected a faint gleam under the sun.
That was a genuine, active-duty heavy military setup, and the bulletproof level was definitely maxed out.
Wearing these rotten pieces of meat on their bodies was simply a waste of heavenly things, and Ling Feng's eyes were burning with envy.
Aside from the military truck and the humvee in the distance, these scattered pieces of equipment definitely could not be let go.
Ling Feng turned his head and looked at Andrea beside him.
"Shift into reverse and back up."
Ling Feng tapped the center console, "Back up behind that abandoned newsstand over there and park in the blind spot."
Andrea immediately leaned over to shift gears, turning the steering wheel to back the off-road vehicle up.
The heavy car body completely concealed itself in the shadows of the building.
Ling Feng pulled open the car door and jumped down.
He swung the m200 sniper rifle onto his back with a backhand movement, and casually pulled a sharpened jungle machete out from the truck bed.
Then, he felt out a shorter machete and handed it directly to Andrea, who had just gotten out of the car.
"Hold onto this."
Ling Feng raised his chin slightly.
Andrea took the knife, and the weight of the spine pressed her wrist downward.
Ling Feng raised his hand and pressed it onto her shoulder.
"Put your gun away into the holster for me and buckle the latch tightly."
Ling Feng's tone was extremely firm, "Without my permission, unless it's an absolute last resort, you are strictly forbidden to open fire."
Andrea froze for a moment, instinctively reaching for the pistol grip at her waist.
"There are thousands of monsters here."
Ling Feng pointed outside, "If you fire a single shot, all of them will swarm over following the sound, and there won't even be a place to run. The two of us will be torn to shreds on the spot."
Andrea immediately understood the gravity of the situation and tightly tucked the pistol away.
The two of them walked on foot close to the base of the wall, cautiously approaching the edge of the CDC plaza.
Meanwhile.
Hundreds of meters away from them, in the deep underground central control room of the CDC.
The surrounding light was extremely dim, with only a full wall of monitoring display screens glowing with a faint blue light.
Dr. Jenner sat on the swivel chair in front of the console, his hair greasy and his face covered in messy stubble.
Several empty wine bottles were scattered haphazardly all over the table.
He was decadent to the extreme.
Suddenly, a living creature appeared in the footage of camera number three in the upper left corner.
It was a heavy off-road vehicle that had clearly been heavily modified.
That was a living person!
Jenner abruptly straightened his body, knocking over an empty glass bottle at his side. The wine bottle crashed onto the floor and shattered into a mess of glass shards.
He didn't care about it at all and lunged directly toward the console.
Pressing his hands firmly against the screen, his eyes widened to the limit.
He had been trapped in this fully sealed underground facility for over twenty days, and all his colleagues had either fled or committed suicide.
Just a moment ago, he finally saw survivors.
That vehicle paused for a few seconds.
On the screen image, the off-road vehicle's taillights lit up, and then it began to reverse, slowly disappearing into the blind spot of the camera.
"No!"
Jenner roared out loud, his voice terribly hoarse.
"Don't leave! Turn back around!"
He beat the metal console with both hands, his eye sockets turning completely red with anxiety.
He longed so much to speak with living people.
Jenner turned around and staggered toward the outermost electronic blast door of the central control room.
His palm slapped directly onto the protective cover of the unlock button.
As long as he pressed that red switch, the first isolation barricade on the outside plaza would rise.
Those people would be able to see the refuge signal here.
But his finger hovered in mid-air for a full half minute, and in the end, he still didn't press it down.
Jenner slowly withdrew his hand, sliding down the cold metal door panel to sit on the ground.
A photograph was placed next to the console, and the blonde woman in the photo had a gentle smile.
"I'm sorry..." Jenner covered his face in pain, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
The air outside was filled with the unknown; once this door was opened, no one could guarantee absolute safety inside the CDC.
For his wife's dying wish, and for the final research.
He could only suppress the impulse to go crazy outside and continue waiting for death here alone.
At the edge of the outside plaza.
Ling Feng and Andrea stood behind a toppled sandbag bunker.
A few steps ahead, a male zombie that had long since died lay on the ground, its stomach hollowed out halfway.
The zombies wandering around did not approach.
Ling Feng walked over and stepped heavily onto the corpse's mutilated face.
Gripping the jungle machete with both hands, he mercilessly chopped down hard toward the corpse's remaining chest cavity.
Three consecutive slashes.
Dark red, viscous blood and foul-smelling interstitial fluid directly squirted out.
This stench was simply more nauseating than a sewer that had fermented for ten years.
Andrea directly covered her mouth and nose with her left hand, her stomach churning violently as she retreated several steps back one after another.
Ling Feng didn't even frown.
He dropped the machete directly, reached both hands into the pile of rotten flesh, and grabbed two handfuls of blackened, bloody, and mangled stuff.
Following that, under Andrea's extremely shocked gaze.
Ling Feng directly smeared those foul-smelling chunks of rotten meat onto his own bulletproof vest.
A few dark red bloodstains were also rubbed onto his neck, arms, and even his face.
"You're crazy!"
Andrea widened her eyes, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
Ling Feng pointed at the ground, "This corpse-flesh camouflage can completely cover up the living human scent on our bodies, and they will only treat us as their own kind."
Finished speaking, Ling Feng directly grabbed a piece of stinky intestine and turned his head to look at Andrea.
"Come here and smear it all over your body."
Andrea shook her head desperately, her face full of undisguised disgust.
She was an elite lawyer who used to frequent high-end office buildings; asking her to smear something even more disgusting than shit all over her body was practically worse than death.
"Is this really safe? Aren't there any other ways?"
Andrea was resistant to the extreme.
"Fine then."
Ling Feng sneered, "Either you smear it yourself, or you run back to the car and hide right now, and wait for me to drive the military truck back to pick you up."
Andrea bit her lip tightly and did not take a step backward.
She came out today precisely to prove to Ling Feng that she wasn't a burden who could only do laundry at the Camp.
If she copped out and ran now, she would never be able to lift her head up in front of Ling Feng again.
Ling Feng couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense anymore.
He stepped forward directly, his large palm clutching that pile of rotten meat, and plastered it straight onto Andrea's bulletproof vest.
"If you don't dare to do it yourself, I'll help you smear it."
Ling Feng's movements with his hands were extremely rough, taking the opportunity to press down hard twice on her chest.
The fishy, stinking blood directly soaked through the clothing fabric.
Andrea felt her scalp tingle with disgust, and she directly snatched the remaining rotten meat out of Ling Feng's hand.
"I'll do it myself!"
Andrea forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit, closed her eyes tightly, and frantically patted that black blood onto her arms and face.
Two minutes later.
Two bloody people exuding a towering stench walked out of the protective circle of the sandbag bunker.
Ahead was the open-air plaza where thousands of zombies gathered.
Ling Feng walked at the very front holding the machete.
He deliberately slowed his pace, even imitating the zombies' irregular, shuffling walk with his legs, stepping down heavily with every step.
Andrea followed less than half a meter behind Ling Feng's side-rear.
The two of them officially stepped into the ocean of monsters.
As soon as they stepped into this area, all around them were zombies making strange noises in their throats.
A dozen or so zombies were wandering around less than a meter away from them.
Andrea's heart was pounding wildly, her breathing completely held in, not daring to breathe out at all.
A zombie on the left wearing a security uniform suddenly turned its head, its half-rotten nose twitching twice.
It shuffled its steps and approached Andrea.
It pressed that rotten face covered in black spots directly next to Andrea's neck.
The scent of rotting flesh directly sprayed onto Andrea's skin.
Andrea became as stiff as a wooden stake, her brain completely blank, and her right hand holding the knife involuntarily wanted to lift up and counterattack.
Right at this moment.
Ling Feng's large hand suddenly reached over from the side and tightly gripped Andrea's wrist.
The strength was shockingly large, forcefully suppressing Andrea's attempt to swing the knife.
Ling Feng turned his head slightly, his eyes full of warning, signaling that she was absolutely not allowed to move around.
That zombie sniffed on Andrea's shoulder for a few seconds.
The strong scent of corpse blood completely deceived its pitiful senses.
The monster quickly lost interest in this living person, turned its direction, and moseyed on toward the other side.
Andrea's legs went soft, and she could barely stand.
Ling Feng let go of his hand and continued to step forward.
A distance of several hundred meters seemed incomparably long within this zombie horde.
The two of them slowly passed through the densest zone.
Parked on the right was an overturned armored riot vehicle.
And in front of the riot vehicle, a disemboweled heavy-duty military zombie was wandering around aimlessly.
That monster was wearing the highest-grade active-duty tactical vest, the tactical inserts were intact, and several magazine pouches hung from its waist.
Ling Feng's eyes lit up.
He actually stopped in his tracks directly.
Under Andrea's terrified gaze, Ling Feng walked right up in front of that zombie.
What does this bastard want to do!
Andrea's eyes widened, and her heart jumped to her throat once again.
In this pile of thousands of monsters, even breathing loudly would cause you to die, yet this man actually had the leisure to strip dead people's gear!
Ling Feng had no scruples whatsoever.
His hands groped extremely nimbly over that zombie's body, directly unbuckling the plastic latches on the side of the tactical vest.
With a pull and a tug.
That expensive bulletproof vest landed in Ling Feng's hands.
Along the way, he also pulled away a US military standard combat dagger hanging from the zombie's belt.
This big movement caused that military-uniformed zombie to sway twice.
It turned around, its hollow whites of the eyes facing Ling Feng.
Because the scent on both of them was identical, the monster didn't generate any desire to attack at all and turned away.
Ling Feng casually slung that tactical vest over his shoulder.
He turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Andrea, who was standing behind in a daze.
Smiling extremely arrogantly.
Andrea swallowed hard and cursed this madman another hundred times in her heart.
The two of them continued to push forward.
Thirty meters.
Twenty meters.
Five meters.
That dark green military humvee was close at hand.
The car windows had no tint, allowing a clear view of the spacious room in the driver's seat inside.
The car doors were closed tightly.
Ling Feng circled around to the side of the main driver's door, his hands gripping the external metal door handle.
As long as he got this vehicle, and took the troop carrier truck behind it away as well, today's haul would be absolutely explosive.
He gave it a hard yank outward.
With a "click", the heavy bulletproof car door opened in response.
And right at the instant the car door was pulled open.
A dark shadow in the driver's seat suddenly straightened its body.
A zombie wearing a military officer's uniform suddenly turned its head, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and black blood, and lunged fiercely straight toward Ling Fengoutside the car door.
The distance was too close.
This monster had mutated while locked inside the car, and there was completely no interference from the outside corpse stench inside the car; it smelled the living human body heat radiating from Ling Feng at the very first moment.
The sudden change happened without any warning.
(Let me mention again about the issue of zombies being able to run: them running in the first season belongs to a light jog, and why they stopped running later is the writers' problem. Even careful viewers would find that when Merlewas shooting on the rooftop, there were even two zombies on the first floor throwing stones. I'll put this kind of evolved zombie further down!)