flstandardbreds Chapter 150 Old Li
Chapter 150 Old Li
Zhang Qiang killed the zombies around him as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. After all the zombies near the rolling door were cleared away, the soldiers got off the car and pulled it up with force.
Wow.
After the crisp metallic sound, the scene inside the store door appeared in everyone's eyes. An old white man was standing behind the counter at the door, holding a revolver and looking at everyone with a terrified look on his face.
Sasha was already on guard, raising the rifle in his hand all the time, this time aiming directly at the old man's forehead.
"Put down the gun!"
Sasha shouted and looked at the old man with a bad expression.
The zombies on the street were still slowly gathering. The old man glanced behind everyone, immediately put down his revolver, and said anxiously:
"They are coming, come in quickly!"
Zhang Qiang did not give any orders and the soldiers did not respond. Sasha put down the rifle in his hand and waited for Zhang Qiang to speak.
"Don't waste time. Do you want to come with us? We are from the United Front of Destiny Survivors in Atlanta. We are all working towards the revival of human civilization."
Zhang Qiang stepped forward and briefly introduced himself.
"I am their commander."
The old man swallowed and glanced at the zombies standing outside. Some of them were already near the pickup truck!
Zhang Qiang waved his hand and asked the soldiers to clean up the environment.
"My name is Vernon, and God, I'm glad you're not from Crawford."
The old man said his name. He felt that the current situation was still somewhat urgent, so he immediately gave Zhang Qiang a reply:
"I'm sorry that I can't join you because there are so many people who need me."
Zhang Qiang looked at Vernon doubtfully and said, "Then why don't you all join us?"
Vernon came out from behind the counter anxiously and said simply and concisely: "We are a group of elderly and sick people. Who would want people like us?"
"You look like good people, but get out of here! Your companions are in danger!"
Vernon walked to the street, lifted a manhole cover with great effort, squatted down and was about to go into the sewer.
Zhang Qiang was speechless for a while. This old man was really stubborn.
However, since Vernon dared to go into the sewer to find a way to survive, it meant that he was very familiar with the surrounding sewer lines. Just for this reason, Zhang Qiang felt that he was very useful.
"We have occupied the former Crawford community. If you can't hold on any longer, you can bring your people to us. But you have to remember that everything in the Destiny Front must be exchanged for labor and knowledge.
We don’t raise parasites.”
When Zhang Qiang said the last sentence, Vernon, who had crawled into the sewer, shuddered. He felt the Asian's indifference to life.
In the apocalypse, reducing contact with strangers is also a basic way of survival. Vernon didn't dare to talk too much with a group of people carrying automatic rifles.
The manhole cover was covered by Vernon. Zhang Qiang didn't care that the rescued Vernon got away. He firmly believed that everything he was doing now would eventually attract survivors from the outside world.
Just imagine that if the survivors in the outside world knew that there was a safe place where people were friendly and accepting of strangers, those who couldn’t hold on would come and seek refuge sooner or later!
Population is of paramount importance in the development of power. Even the elderly may have skills that young people do not have.
Like Crawford, who killed all the old, weak and sick with one stick, he deserved the collapse of his power.
The zombies on the street were roaring and surrounding the pickup truck. Zhang Qiang asked the driver to drive the car while he took a knife and went over to kill the approaching zombies.
Several zombies were beheaded by Principal Zhang's wild sword swings, and the pickup truck started smoothly. Zhang Qiang jumped into the passenger seat, and the group immediately drove away.
The group of corpses walked away in the direction the pickup truck left. Their rotten feet and dirty, worn shoes stepped on the asphalt road, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
Under the road, Vernon, panting, fell into the sewer route. The dark and damp brick and stone walls around him were painted with fluorescent powder marks. Vernon reached out to hold the wall, squinted his eyes and followed the direction of the marked arrow, and set out on the road back to the camp.
After a while, Vernon walked to a rusty iron plate and knocked it twice. Then the plate was pushed open by a pair of big black hands.
An entrance to the air-raid shelter was hidden behind an iron plate. A black man with short hair poked his head out, looked behind Vernon, put his hand on Vernon's shoulder, and asked him to come in quickly.
"You came back so late, are you in danger?"
The black man's face was very serious, and he had a somewhat literary temperament.
"Li, I met a group of strangers. They called themselves...the Destiny Army."
Vernon told Li about what happened today.
There is no doubt that the black man in front of him is Li, who has been away from school for a long time.
Li looked a little tense, with two deep wrinkles on his brow. It was obvious that he had been worried a lot these days.
After more than two months in Savannah, he still hadn't found Clementine, and the survivors he met in the city also said they had never met a girl who looked like her.
"The Fate of Heaven, it sounds like there are quite a few of them. I hope they're not like Crawford's group."
Li was worried about the name of this strange force. He would never have thought that the Destiny Army was the people from Gran Town School.
Vernon saw that Li frowned again, walked up to him, patted his shoulder and said:
"Well, don't worry, I have no problem judging them. I've lived a long time and I've never misjudged anyone. You're a good example."
Vernon recalled that when he first met Lee, the black man was chased by a group of zombies underground and coincidentally discovered everyone's hiding place. At that time, someone suggested that Vernon shoot Lee, but Vernon did not do so.
It turned out that it was the right decision to recruit Lee into their team of the elderly, the weak and the disabled. Lee risked his life many times to fight against the people in the Crawford community and snatch the medicines that everyone needed.
"Vernon, you want to contact them, right? Although we don't have much anti-cancer drugs left, but taking the risk of contacting them... I mean, we don't know how many people they have, what their equipment is like, and we don't even have a plan to deal with the worst outcome."
Li Qingsong saw through Vernon's thoughts and immediately reminded the kind old man. The order of the world outside has collapsed, and trusting others is really a risky thing.
Vernon looked at Li's worried eyes and said with a smile, "Yes, you are right. By the way, they claim to be from Atlanta. Li, you are from there too. Have you heard their names?"
"No."
Li shook his head, then suddenly his brows relaxed, his eyes widened and he said, "Wait... Vernon, tell me in detail what happened when you met them and what they looked like."
The survivors from Atlanta reminded Li of the soldiers from the Grantown School. They were the most powerful survivors he had ever seen. Could it be that...
When Li was thinking divergently and even thought he was delusional, Vernon's description of the clothing of the Fate Army he encountered, as well as the appearance and conversation of the specific personnel, made Li almost 100% sure of what he was thinking.
"That Asian claimed to be their commander..." Vernon said finally.
What a familiar sentence. Li remembered that Zhang Qiang had said something similar in the motel.
"I want to meet them. Maybe I actually know them."
A hint of relief and smile appeared on Li's dark face, as if the pressure accumulated in the past two months had dissipated.
"What? You really know this group of people? Know them?"
Vernon looked surprised. He originally wanted to joke with Lee to relax, after all, Lee was also from Atlanta.
"It is very likely that they are the group of people from Gran Town that I told you about..."
As Li spoke, he walked to the empty medicine cabinet in the basement. There was an iron cabinet there, which still contained the AKM rifle and grenades that Daryl and Carol had left for him.
"Oh my god, wait a minute, what are you doing with all this stuff?!"
Vernon watched worriedly as Lee sorted out his weaponry.
"Didn't they say it was in the original Crawford? I'll go check it out."
Li curled his lips and acted very relaxed, not at all like he was about to get involved in anything dangerous.
"No problem, I'll go with you. You're not familiar with the underground routes." Vernon said.
Li immediately laughed. He had been living underground in Savannah for almost two months. How could he still be running around in the sewers like a headless fly like he did when he first arrived?
Li knew that Vernon was worried about him, so he pretended to be angry and said:
"Vernon! I haven't even settled the score with you for sneaking out to get drugs! Didn't I tell you I would do these things? Don't you believe me now?"
Vernon waved his hands and said hurriedly: "No, young man, I just think you have been under too much pressure recently and you need to relax."
"Stay here! Wait for my good news!"
Li took a step closer to Vernon, grabbed the old man's shoulders without saying anything, and had a frank smile on his face.