super zombie factory

Chapter 57 Plundering Squad
Survivor stronghold outside the city.

In the early morning sunshine, a convoy consisting of more than [-] vehicles of various types and a total of more than a hundred people is ready to go.

For the stronghold, this is not a small plundering convoy.

On the streets and alleys of the stronghold, there are also lifeless and numb survivors. In this early morning, they are the same as before, almost indifferent to the outside world.

Only some survivors who were so hungry that they couldn't bear it would rush around early in an attempt to find some food to satisfy their hunger.

however……

In this last days where food is extremely scarce, even if a grain of rice falls into the ditch, someone will pick it up and stuff it into their stomachs to eat.

In the stronghold, it can be said that there is almost no grass growing, and any green things that can be eaten in the stomach have been wiped out.

There was a lot of voices at the convoy.

More than half of the convoy of more than a hundred people used homemade guns.The remaining half are of all kinds, using all kinds of cold weapons, such as bows and crossbows, which are the most popular among survivors.

In the last days, compared with European and American countries, the Chinese survivors will suffer more.

In the United States, a country that allows guns, almost every family has one or two guns.Extreme people even have heavy weapons like Gatling.

But in China, guns are prohibited, and only the military and law enforcement agencies own them
With the end of the world approaching and the lack of guns, the situation would naturally not be so optimistic.

"Twenty decoys who run fast are needed. They will have a full meal before departure. If they can come back alive, they will have enough food for half a month."

In the convoy, a burly man shouted.

Among the originally numb survivors, there was a sudden silence, and everyone's eyes focused on this strong man.There was emotion in the empty eyes in an instant, and there was a kind of greed and madness in it.

Bait, also known as cannon fodder.

This is a near-death job, and the mortality rate can reach 5-7%.Among the ten people, it is possible that only two or three will come back alive, and the rest will all become dead souls under the mouths of zombies.

It is hard to imagine that a job with such a high mortality rate is only responsible for half a month's food.

but……

Almost as soon as the man's voice fell, the survivors on the street, many of them had their eyes bare, and there was a tinge of color in their numb eyes.

The fast-moving survivors had already reached the front of the convoy, raised their hands and shouted, "I will participate, I will participate."

In the face of starving to death or a chance, the survivors naturally know how to choose.

Sixty or seventy survivors rushed in front of the convoy, raising their hands one by one.

Minors, women, and even some elderly men raised their hands, hoping to be targeted.

The real weak have already been eliminated by this world in the last five years.

The burly man was not polite either. He ordered twenty "baits" among the survivors, and then pointed his gun at them: "The ones who are selected go to the convoy, and the irrelevant people get out of here."

As for whether the chosen one can run fast, and whether he will survive in the end, it is simply not within the scope of this strong man's consideration.

After all 20 people boarded an old minibus, two women went to the front of the minibus with lunch boxes and handed the lunch boxes to the people inside.

It’s not that the people in this team are kind, but that if they want to run, they must be full and strong.

Those who were selected one by one were all scrambling to get them and eat them.

The rice cooked from old rice exudes a musty smell, but for these people, it is extremely delicious.This is rice, no matter how many people want to eat it, they can't eat it.

Like starving ghosts, they ate voraciously.

A young man leaning against the car door was eating big mouthfuls, but his eyes were rolling, and his eyes were floating outside.

A box of lunch was eaten by him in a short time.

The people in the convoy outside began to board the car, and there was a lot of noise.

Suddenly, the young man's eyes became crazy, he threw the lunch box in his hand, and he rushed out from the door of the car, heading towards the alley next to him at an extremely fast speed.

He didn't want to die, but he was too hungry.

When this bait is used, death is certain. Facing countless zombies, they are just ordinary people, and it is impossible to escape.

After eating, he slipped away and ate a meal in a very risky way.

This young man was extremely fast, like a cheetah.

only……

On a modified heavy truck in the convoy, a middle-aged man showed a sneer. He raised the Type 03 assault rifle in his hand, and shot directly without much aiming.

"boom!"

Amidst the crisp gunshots, the young man who was almost disappearing into the alley in the distance had a stream of blood swirling from his head, stabbing it down, twitching a few times, and then stopped moving.

"The eighth idiot who wants to use this method to make a living, they think this food is so delicious?" The middle-aged man smiled lightly, and put away his rifle.

The impact of this scene here is almost negligible.

Whether it was the survivors in the alley or the people who were still eating lunch in the minibus, they didn't care about the death of this young man, and their numb eyes didn't even blink.

The death of this young man was just a small episode.

The convoy departs normally.

…………

the outskirts of the city.

When the convoy arrived in this area, the number of zombies began to increase gradually, and it was no longer suitable for moving forward.

"Crossbow arrows clear the way."

With an order, more than [-] people were seen leaving the convoy holding crossbow arrows.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Arrow feathers were shot out one by one, not all arrows could hit the zombie's head, but four or five out of ten could do it.The crossbow with extremely strong penetrating power forced the arrow to sink nearly ten centimeters into the zombie's head.

Some were inserted into the zombies, shaking as the zombies ran.

After several rounds, dozens of zombies were eliminated.

All of this happened silently, not even disturbing the zombies that were too far away.

The team members got down and approached the corner of the street one by one, waiting at the intersection of the street.

The target is ahead, but there are a lot of zombies on the street ahead, if you use a gun, I am afraid that more zombies will be alarmed.However, crossbows and bows are not enough to deal with so many zombies.

The captain of the convoy was a big, strong man. He wore sunglasses, squinted his eyes, and said, "Let the bait do the work."

A team member nodded and began to give orders.

The tattered minibus was opened, and under the threat of guns, nineteen decoys got off the minibus.

Every bait was pale from nervousness.

"Lead these zombies to the side streets, don't play tricks, or you will be beaten to death on the spot. If you come back alive, you don't have to worry about being hungry for half a month."

A lean but agile man said, pointing his gun at the nineteen decoys.

The rest of the team looked cold, and they were used to all this.

In the last days, the weak prey on the strong, and they are also the ones who have struggled through this kind of hardship and come to this point.

The nineteen survivors hesitated and dawdled, knowing the risks involved.

The lean man waved his hand.

A team member next to them shot an arrow without any hesitation, directly hitting their feet.

"One arrow, die." The thin man said sharply.

"Ahhh!"

One of the decoys roared and rushed towards the group of zombies in the distance.

Someone takes the lead, and the other baits follow suit.

…………

"Huh, huh..."

With the sound of panting violently, the survivors who were used as bait squeezed their strength like crazy to make themselves run faster.

Bait is a tool used to lure zombies.

At this moment, they cannot be called human beings, but just a decoy.

Nineteen survivors, they separated and ran in different directions. Under their breath of life, all the zombies in this area were attracted by them. The densely packed zombies fell into madness and began to chase desperately. These are some survivors.

At this moment, the survivors acting as bait could only run.

Zombies started chasing Ruoda Street, and the area became empty in a short while.

When the zombies in this section of the street were lured by nineteen survivors, it soon became empty.

A man who was only about 1.6 meters stood up, and he showed a hey smile. He didn't need to be told, just like a monkey, climbing on the buildings in the street. In a building with more than 20 floors, he reached the top floor with bare hands.

Superman-like sensitivity is the reason why he can become an indispensable member of the team.

In the convoy, many team members looked at the short Yan Yongchun with awe in their eyes, because they knew that this short Yan Yongchun belonged to alienated humans, and they were the strongest among humans.

The virus did not kill Yan Yongchun, but produced genetic mutations, which made him not comparable to ordinary humans in terms of strength, speed, and even muscle strength.

This type of people is called alienated humans, also known as new humans.

The new human beings are at the top of the current human beings, and they are the best among the human beings.

"Head, there is no threat in the current range."

After observing with binoculars, Yan Yongchun reported through the walkie-talkie.

He will act as a sentinel to observe the visible range to prevent being caught off guard when powerful zombies appear.

"Action, take everything of value to me."

Upon receiving this news, the robust team leader Lin Sen gave an order, and rushed towards the section of the street where there were no zombies.Shops on the street, or housing, etc., are their targets.

The stronghold not only lacks food, but also lacks many daily necessities.

…………

"what……"

Fierce screams sounded from the other side of the street.

A decoy was overtaken by a zombie dog and fell directly to the ground.He struggled, and stepped on the zombie dog with his big foot, but he still couldn't stop the sharp teeth of the zombie dog, bit his little foot, and tore off a large piece of flesh.

The bait knew it was over, and after being bitten, it was 100% contagious through blood.

but……

This is not the scariest thing, the scariest thing is that he was injured.

The blood stimulated the zombies, making them even crazier, and a black crowd pressed over.

The decoy's eyes were full of despair. What he saw was that other people continued to run wildly without looking at him. At this time, no one would think of pulling him.

His eyes were full of despair.

The figure of the zombies continued to magnify, and finally dozens of zombies surrounded him, pounced on him, bit his flesh and blood, and tore him to pieces.

The despair in the eye sockets, for some reason, in the severe pain, there was a touch of relief instead.

On the side of the street, a black shadow appeared, running wildly on the buildings in the street. The walls it ran across were all broken, and the debris fell and hit the bottom of the street.

Here's a licker, bouncing across the street, its long tongue engulfing a running bait survivor.

Sharp claws pierced through the chest of this decoy survivor.

Blood splattered the streets.

(The Licker is officially on the scene... Please recommend a ticket!)
(End of this chapter)