The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

"Please, we really have no way to survive. Can you open the car door and give us some food?" The disheveled woman pleaded in a tearful voice.

"Master, what should we do?" Fade Chen asked in a low voice with a frown.

Chu Shiyu sat at the dining table with dignity, eating his meal slowly and leisurely.

He turned a blind eye to the cries for help outside: “Don’t worry about it.”

"But what if she stays outside all the time?" Chen Fei was worried that the woman would disturb the young master's rest.

Chu Shiyu raised his eyebrows slightly and said firmly: "It won't be peaceful tonight. Don't worry, someone will take care of it."

The woman outside stood shivering beside the car in the silent cold night, begging persistently for nearly half an hour.

If this continues, the woman will freeze to death.

Zhang Hai, a psychic hiding in the darkness, walked forward with gritted teeth and glared fiercely at the useless woman in front of him.

When the woman saw the person coming, she shrank her neck in fear and dared not make any sound.

After all, these ordinary survivors can survive until now only thanks to the protection of these few people with special powers.

Although I have paid a lot of price and am living a life that is neither human nor ghost, at least I am still alive, right?

Zhang Hai looked ferocious, but his words were gentle and polite: "Friends in the car, we don't mean to bother you. We are really desperate and have come to seek help. We have some survivors here. Can you please help us?"

"Master, there is a level 2 mutant outside." Fade Chen reminded with a frown.

"Well, don't pay attention to them. These people are like flies once you get close to them. They are disgusting to the extreme." Chu Shiyu said indifferently.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he put on headphones to listen to music, then leisurely leaned against the head of the bed, reading a comic book in his hand to pass the time.

Seeing that the person inside was slow to respond to him, the man outside turned pale and gradually lost his patience.

With a fierce look in his eyes, he threatened: "We don't want to embarrass you either. As long as you hand over the supplies, we will not bother you again. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."

Fu Lingye's sharp eyes swept across the two entangled people standing in front of the RV, and his brows were furrowed.

His first reaction was: These people are so noisy and have no sense of propriety. They are even making desperate threats. What if they attract zombies if this continues?

When I came to my senses and realized that I was actually worried about that damn guy, I cursed in my heart: This guy is still as cold-blooded and ruthless as ever.

The man suddenly stood up with an annoyed look on his face: Damn it!

The team members looked at the captain who suddenly stood up with surprise, and asked nervously, "Captain, what's wrong?"

"Boss, is there any danger?"

Fu Lingye walked quickly with his long legs to the heavy door of the bank, and Rong Qingqing watched him open the door.

He quickly spoke up to stop him: "Captain, where are you going? It's already dark outside. It's not safe to go out."

Fu Lingye had a complicated expression, pursed his lips, and finally thought of a reason: "There are survivors outside."

The implication is that he wants to save people.

Everyone was stunned and expressed their support. Chen Fan immediately said seriously, "Boss, we will help you save people."

Nie Dong gently instructed Rong: "Qingqing, you stay here and wait for us to come back."

So the action of one person turned into a group action of four people.

Fu Lingye slowly opened the bank door, looked straight ahead, and led his team quickly to Chu Shiyu's RV.

The man who was about to take action was slightly startled by the appearance of four psychics behind him.

Fu Lingye glanced coldly at the psychic who was obviously not a good person, and said in a warning tone: "What do you want to do?"

Seeing his terrifying momentum, Zhang Hai immediately became intimidated and explained in panic: "I, I didn't mean to do anything. We are the survivors here and just want to come here to seek help."

Chen Fan and the others glanced at the weak and miserable woman next to him, and all showed sympathetic eyes.

Chen Fan took off his coat worriedly and covered the thin and poor woman with it.

He comforted her gently, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

"How many survivors do you have?" Fu Lingye's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Zhang Hai lowered his head to hide the cunning in his eyes, lowered his eyebrows and said pitifully: "Including me, there are 3 people with special abilities in our team, and 7 ordinary survivors. In order to protect these people, we hide here and there every day, and take risks to look for supplies, but we have never waited for the government's rescue."

Zhang Hai glanced at the military trucks parked not far away, his eyes flickering: "Are you sent by the government to rescue us? Please save us!"

"We are not sent by the government, but if you want to live safely, don't bother in front of this RV." Fu Lingye reminded with a stern face.

Team member: “..........”

Aren't you here to save people? Is the captain crazy again?

The team members looked at each other in confusion.

What should we do now?

The captain is obviously not here to rescue people, what on earth does he want to do?

Seeing the situation, Zhang Hai took advantage of the darkness and no one could see clearly and secretly kicked the woman next to him.

The woman staggered and fell to her knees. She understood immediately and cried faintly, "Please save us. We have children in our team. If this continues, the children will starve to death."

"Boss, how about letting them stay with us for one night and then giving them some food?" Chen Fan suggested with sympathy.

Fu Lingye frowned and thought: That's fine, it's better than these people making inappropriate plans in front of the RV. It's better to watch them under my nose than to cause trouble here and attract zombies.

Fu Lingye said to Zhang Hai in a cold voice: "Okay, bring your team and live with us in the bank temporarily."

Zhang Hai was full of excitement. He nodded and responded happily: "Okay, okay, I'll lead the team there right away. Thank you, thank you."

Chen Fan helped the woman back to their temporary shelter, the bank lobby, without any disgust.

Zhang Hai quickly led the survivors to the bank lobby where they were.

It only takes a while.

The hall was full of people. Among the ordinary survivors, there were two skinny and yellow-skinned children, and the remaining five were thin and frail women.

Three of the psychics are level 2 psychics.

Rong Qingqing and Chen Fan took out some bread and water from their backpacks and gave them to them.

Nie Dong was more steady and inquired about the basic situation of Area B.

Zhang Hai wolfed down the bread, gulped down a mouthful of water, and sighed with relief.

I sighed: "It's been a long time since I drank such fresh water."

Zhang Hai rolled his eyes and began to speak: "In Area B, any place with a large flow of people is full of zombies, especially hospitals, schools and shopping malls, which are basically occupied by zombies, and there are very few survivors."

"There should be some survivors in the supermarket department store. As long as they can hide safely, they should be able to survive with the supplies inside."

"The streets in our town are located at the junction of the highway. There are few people and no zombies wandering around. It is relatively safe."

"We haven't seen you here before. Are you here to rescue people?"

"Well, come and rescue the survivors in the Morning Glory Department Store." Rong Qingqing said defenselessly.

The three superpowers showed horror on their faces, their pupils suddenly shrank: "You, do you know how many zombies there are?"

"Although we don't know exactly how many there are, according to the psychics who escaped from there, there are at least 5000 zombies!"

The three of them swallowed their saliva. Are they trying to kill themselves?

In this case, it would be better to die in their hands. It would be considered a good deed done every day.