my relatives are a bit much

Chapter 264 Building a New Base

Ten p.m.

Pan Haodong and his party of more than a dozen people took three SUVs and went straight to the pier in Shaxia District.

They used to live in Sasang District. Sasang District, Saxia District, Gangseo District, Buk District, Seo District, and Yeongdo District belong to the outer urban area, which was abandoned by the Busan management.

The Central District where Shi Yu originally lived is also an abandoned area.

The areas that the Busan management team plans to circle include Dong-gu, Busanjin-gu, Nam-gu, Suyeong-gu, and Dongnae-gu. These districts are in the center of Busan, with a big mountain in the middle.

If someone checks the map, they will find that the inner city base circled by the management of Busan is a strategic area with roads to advance and retreat. There are multiple piers in Suying District and the Gwangan Bridge leading to Haeundae District.

Tonight, the troops in charge of the martial law on the periphery have not yet withdrawn. Pan Haodong and the others traveled unimpeded. The zombie dogs and zombie wolves encountered along the road were not enough to be hit by cars.

The group soon arrived at the pier in Shaxia District.

It took some time to find a yacht that was full of fuel. Several zombies were wandering on the yacht. One man and two women. The man only had a pair of shorts all over his body, and the woman was naked...

"Rong Guo, call your classmates and move these corpses out."

Pan Haodong swiped his sword twice, cut off the zombie's head, quickly called Rong Guo and others, and got the corpse out of the yacht, while others boarded the yacht one after another.

Jiang Yanxi, who took the risk to join the team, has remained silent until now.

She still hasn't figured out why she packed up her personal belongings in the last few minutes, quickly called Pan Haodong, and joined the team.

But it doesn't matter.

They come, the security.

Anyway, no matter how bad it is, it won't go anywhere!

What's more, Pan Haodong didn't look like a bad guy. He followed them out of Busan and looked for an island to build a new base. Maybe he would have a better life. It was better than staying in Busan and worrying about it all day.

"Hi, my name is Park Hyo Joo, it's the first time we meet, please take care of me."

The female teacher, Park Hyo Joo, smiled and held out a hand.

Her personality is much more cheerful than that of Jiang Yanxi, teaching students needs an active atmosphere. The high school students taught by Park Hyo Joo are at a relatively naughty stage, and if they have a bad personality, they really cannot be promoted to the job.

"Jiang Yanxi."

Jiang Yanxi stretched out his hand and shook it with Park Hyo Joo.

At this time, Sheng Jing sat beside the two women with a big belly and said, "I know you are all wondering why we left overnight and said that the outer city of Busan is about to fall..."

"It's true. I'm not trying to scare you. I believe you can also feel that the atmosphere in Busan is not right. Tonight's broadcast is even more about firing guns. The patrol team can take it, and so can others. If the military department does what it says , that means they will lose the ability to quell riots."

"Do you think the military department will send out the weapons that survive?"

"will not."

The two women shook their heads subconsciously.

Others are thoughtful.

After Zhenxi, Rongguo and others threw the corpses of the zombies into the yacht, Pan Haodong quickly started the yacht, checked all the instruments, made sure that the yacht was functioning normally, and immediately made a sailing route to Geoje City.

……

six in the morning.

Pan Haodong and his team went back and forth, and finally found a suitable island construction base in Tongying City. There were several houses on the island, all of which were empty.

No zombies and no dogs.

It is estimated that the owner does not live on the island, or he was bitten by zombies when he went out to do shopping.

Pan Haodong and his party were not polite. They occupied the houses on the island, placed their personal belongings at random, and then found a place to recharge their batteries.

To put it bluntly, it is sleep.

While they were resting, the soldiers stationed at various fortresses on the outskirts of Busan withdrew one by one. The zombies trapped in the cordon immediately stepped on the corpses of their companions and climbed into the territory of Busan.

They are like sharks smelling fishy, ​​launching brutal attacks on survivors outside Busan.

Killing, blood, screaming, wailing.

The human tragedies that happened in Seoul, Daegu and other places began to be staged in the outer city of Busan. The survivors fled everywhere like rats fleeing from the wilderness.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was hiding in the sky above the city, couldn't help sighing when she saw such a horrific human tragedy: "The master is right. Sometimes people are worse than ghosts. Hundreds of thousands of people give up as soon as they say it. How can the management of Busan think so?" So vicious?"

"Forget it, forget it."

"Cultivation is important."

Nie Xiaoqian didn't lament for a long time, and began to use her skills to absorb the grievances that had gathered and never dissipated. If she hadn't dared to absorb the grievances indiscriminately before, she would go crazy and fall into evil ways if she was not careful.

Now with the master.

No matter how much resentment you absorb, you won’t be afraid. If you can’t refine it through dual cultivation once, then just practice dual cultivation a few more times.

Anyway, there is time...

When Pan Haodong and his group woke up, there were almost 10 people in the outer city of Busan, and none of them survived.

Shanghua, Shengjing, Zhenxi, Rongguo and others couldn't help showing intoxication when they looked at the bloody beauty that appeared in the sky in the afternoon.

"Cousin, there are houses and water and electricity on the island, but there is no food. We want to settle down here. We must go to the market tonight to collect food and grain seeds, otherwise everyone will be hungry."

The food in the island villa is only enough to feed a dozen people for one day. If you eat it today, it will be gone tomorrow.

A safe base is incomplete without storing a large amount of food, so Pan Haodong didn't receive a notification to complete the task, and he didn't expect to be able to fulfill his cousin's wish in a few days.

At least it will take a month or two.

"Don't be so anxious, I have a bag of rice in my bag."

Pan Haodong turned around and took out the rice hidden in his backpack. It was a custom-made rice without packaging. It was produced in Thailand, a country in Hong Kong. One bag weighed fifty kilograms, enough to feed a dozen people for several days.

Don't panic if you have food in your hand.

Shang Hua and the others, who were worried about having nothing to eat, breathed a sigh of relief.

If you have rice, you can cook porridge and rice, and the dishes are simple. If you go to the sea to catch a few fish, you can make do with it for a few days.

Temporarily solve the food crisis.

The group naturally got together and talked about the situation in Busan.

"I just received a call from a friend. He said that the outer city of Busan has been completely captured, and almost all the survivors in Shashang and Shaxia have become infected."

Park Hyo Joo said worriedly.

Her friend is hiding at home waiting to die. There are more than a dozen zombies wandering in the corridor outside the door. They don't dare to walk loudly for fear of disturbing the zombies and knocking on the door, hastening death.

"Hey~~ The management of Busan is too cold-blooded."

"Actually, we can't completely blame them. The main reason is that there are not enough soldiers in the Busan military base. It is simply a dream to guard against death and protect every survivor."

"That's what I said, but it's really chilling to do so."

"There's nothing you can do about chilling, can you really fire a gun and increase the instability?"

"Some necessary sacrifices are inevitable!"

"Then why can't you sit in a high-rise building and use your words to decide the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people."

"..."

(End of this chapter)