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The couple stood on the roof and after careful observation, they found that there were several hundred people in the group.

Moreover, each of them is brave and good at fighting. They can handle the zombies with ease and are experienced. It can be seen at a glance that they have killed quite a few zombies.

Among them are those with super powers and those without super powers. In short, everyone is very powerful.

"Wife, do you think they are the troops sent by the government to clean up the zombies?"

The short-haired woman observed carefully with a telescope, frowned and said, "These people are not wearing uniforms, and judging from the way they fight, they don't look like soldiers from the army. They look more like a team spontaneously organized by the survivors."

"Spontaneously organized? Can so many people be organized?" The man with the messy hair was a little surprised.

Although they have not seen many survivors during the nearly one year of the apocalypse, they have also witnessed the ugly side of human nature.

Selfishness, hypocrisy, greed, violence, desire...

In the end times, an era without laws and rules, the dark side that was hidden and suppressed by people in peacetime is completely exposed.

They will stay on this rooftop all the time, not only to avoid the walking dead zombies, but also to avoid people who are more terrifying than zombies.

That's why they were surprised when they saw this team of several hundred people.

"They are coming towards us." The man with the chicken coop hair said, "All the zombies nearby are attracted to them."

The short-haired woman pursed her lips and said seriously: "The man in the lead is very powerful. His abilities are much higher than others. Moreover, he should be the captain of this group."

As the two were talking, the large army was killing zombies and approaching them. They took away any supplies they could find wherever they passed.

"They took away all the supplies." The man with the chicken-coop hair was a little anxious. "There are not many supplies left around here. They took them all. How are we going to live in the future?"

"Then don't let them take it all."

The chicken-coop-haired man turned his head to look at her, and seeing her serious face, he asked, "What do you want to do?"

The woman put away the telescope, took out a collected sniper rifle from the space, placed the gun on the railing, and pointed the muzzle at the tall and rough man in the large army.

"Wife, what are you doing?" the man with the chicken-coop hair asked hurriedly, "You killed that man, but there are still so many people. And this way, our position will be exposed."

"Then tell me, what should we do?" The short-haired woman raised her head and looked at him with some displeasure.

The chicken-coop-haired man thought for a moment and said, "Should we talk to them?"

"Talk? Do you think they are willing to talk to us? In the past year, we have encountered so many people with bad intentions. Have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten, but these people are obviously cleaning up the zombies, and collecting supplies is secondary. Maybe they are willing to talk to us? It never hurts to try."

The short-haired woman stared at him in thought for a moment, then silently put away her sniper rifle, tacitly agreeing to his suggestion.

The man smiled and said, "My wife is really understanding."

"Stop talking nonsense and think about how to talk to the other party first."

After thinking for a moment, the man took out a mirror about 40 cm long and 30 cm wide from the earthen house and cut it into several pieces.

Then, using the refraction of light, he refracted the sunlight toward the tall man who was at the front of the group.

……

Du Heng, with hundreds of people, was killing zombies in full swing. Wherever he passed, the ground was littered with zombie corpses, rotten flesh and blood mixed together, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell.

After he dealt with several zombies that rushed over from the front row, he turned around and said to the people behind him: "After we clear the zombies on this street, we will find a place to rest."

After saying this, he turned around and was dazzled by a sudden beam of light.

Subconsciously raising his hands to cover his eyes, he immediately became alert and hid behind an electrical box on the street.

However, he didn't expect that the light actually moved with him and fell on the electrical box.

He carefully leaned over to look in the direction of the light, and saw a man and a woman waving at him on the rooftop of a building less than a hundred meters away.

survivor!

Du Heng was secretly shocked.

I didn’t expect that almost a year after the apocalypse, there were still survivors in the city, and there were only two of them.

Retracting his gaze, Du Heng said to everyone, "Speed ​​up! Clear out the zombies on this street as quickly as possible!"

As he spoke, he walked out from behind the electrical box and threw the metal balls in his hand at the zombies one after another as if they were free, killing the zombies even faster than before.

On the roof.

The short-haired woman asked, "Did he find us?"

"He should have discovered it, otherwise he wouldn't be hiding behind the electrical box."

"So what is he doing now..."

"After you've dealt with the zombies, come and see us?"

The fact is just as the two expected.

With the joint efforts of everyone, the street, including the zombies in the buildings, were finally cleared out.

Du Heng asked the others to stop and rest, and he took the two people upstairs.

Seeing him bringing people up, the couple looked at the rooftop gate vigilantly.

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

The two of them walked quickly to the door but did not open it.

"Who are you?" asked the man with the chicken coop hair.

"We are the survivor alliance, and we have been attacking City M recently." Du Heng replied, "If you are willing, you can come with us. I can take you to Base M."

"M Base?"

"Yes." Du Heng said, "Base M is the official base. This siege operation is led by Base M."

The couple looked at each other and saw vigilance on each other's faces.

After a moment of silence, the man with the chicken coop hair said, "Have you searched all the supplies?"

"We took away all the supplies that could be used." Du Heng did not hide it, "The rest are supplies that can't be used."

"You took away all the supplies, how can we survive?"

"You can choose to join M Base."

The man with the messy hair was speechless for a moment and looked at the woman with short hair again.

The short-haired woman asked, "What benefits will it bring to us if we join the M base?"

"M Base is an official base and will protect your safety. As long as you abide by the base rules and put in the corresponding work, you will get the due compensation, including but not limited to food, daily necessities, clothing, etc."

The couple took two steps to the side and discussed in a low voice.

"This M base sounds good, but can we trust it?"

"Don't agree right away. Observe and test the waters."

After a quiet discussion, the two returned to the gate.

The man with the chicken-coop hair said, "Why should we believe what you say? What if you are lying to us?"