The blind box of the plane was exposed, and foreigners cried for entry into China

At this time, in the wilderness outside the base, a convoy of more than a hundred vehicles was driving rapidly towards the Plane Mall.

Mr. Zhuge sat alone in the back seat of the car in the middle of the team, his eyes closed, resting. The commander followed suit on the roof of the last car, sitting cross-legged and resting his eyes.

The off-road vehicle spun in arcs over the bumpy road, yet the commander's figure remained perfectly steady. It was as if a person was meant to be on the roof of this vehicle.

Suddenly, the commander sensed that Mr. Zhuge's expression, resting with his eyes closed in the middle car, had changed. Although it was only for a moment, the commander still caught it.

What's going on? There's no danger around. The next second, after sensing what Zhuge Xiaobailian was doing, the commander's expression changed.

What should I do? Should I learn it? But how should I learn it? I don’t know how to do it myself.

But if I don't learn, I can still hide my non-pure human identity in the base. But if I leave the base and follow another lucky person to another world, will I be driven back if my non-human identity is discovered in that world?

Then there is no luck left?

The commander's face turned green, and he almost transformed into his true form on the roof of the car.

“Puff…”

A soft, thin voice rang out. The commander strained to imitate Mr. Zhuge's "clear and melodious voice."

The commander's expression improved, but the zombie king's expression changed in the back seat of the car. The commander on the roof had no time to care.

My mind was full of questions: Is this true? Should I take a deep breath? Mr. Zhuge did this quietly, as if he was afraid the person driving in the front seat would notice.

The commander then imitated him, taking a deep breath. However, he couldn't quite get the rhythm right. The inhale was a bit too loud, so he quickly gave up and tried again.

The zombie king in the car's already pale and green face turned even greener.

The guard driving in front was still concentrating on driving, his mind full of thoughts about going to the mall soon, having supplies, buying things, eating normal and fresh food, and never going hungry again.

At the same time, he was digging deep into his memory, reminiscing about the delicious food he had eaten during his youth. He completely forgot that the commander was sitting overhead. He also didn't notice the commander's actions or the change in expression on his friend in the back seat.

The zombie king's deathly aura, which he had managed to suppress with great difficulty, was almost destroyed by the crazy woman above his head.

The thing above my head is not a normal human being. It has to imitate others in everything it does. It is a copycat.

But before the zombie king Diao Baotian turned into a zombie, he was a real, genuine human being.

Before the catastrophe, I was still a glorious and indispensable member of the grassroots community who contributed to creating a comfortable living environment for mankind.

Every brick of every building constructed contains the sweat of Diao Baotian.

He's not exaggerating, but if there weren't grassroots workers like him, how could the city's skyscrapers even be built? Just think about how important Diao Baotian is.

This is important before becoming a zombie, and it becomes even more important after becoming a zombie.

It's not comparable to the little monster above my head that can't even imitate humans professionally.

She controls an army of billions of zombies, and she can't even control her own people who don't want to bear fruit, and she almost starved the precious fire seeds of the entire base to death.

It would take the great zombie king Diao Baotian's action to know whether there is any truth or not.

Send the zombie minions to sneak the survivors and guards around the city, looking for granaries everywhere.

He was also worried that these little flames in the wind would be blown out by the wind accidentally, so he tried his best to protect the innocence of the little boy named Lao Er from the Explosion Team.

So that he won't become stupid when he gets older and fall for this girl or that girl all the time.

Let his dead brain cells get back to work and find a way to break it up. Although this was also helped by the crazy woman on his head.

I, Diao Baotian, admit that she and I cooperate very well.

There was no other way. This was the only pure yang human in the entire base, and he was just a cub. If I didn't pinch his peach blossom, I would be sorry for all of humanity and the little sparks in the entire base.

In order to prevent the hundreds of millions of zombies from wandering around doing nothing all day and delaying the little flames' progress in finding food, he also swallowed up other zombie kings, and then integrated all the zombies together, telling them that now is our chance to kill the foot basin chicken and the bald eagle.

Right now, order is collapsing, society is falling apart. Once we get there, we can fight however we want, even tearing down the Black Palace. No one can do anything to us.

On the contrary, those people like the Chicken and the Bald Eagle have to look at our faces. Not only do they not dare to provoke us easily, but they also have to avoid us.

This mobilization speech was very successful. Even the mutant beasts in the sea felt that the mobilization speech on the beach was very reasonable.

They said that they had been hunting the sea creatures, the bitter basin chickens and the vultures for a long time, but they had never had the chance to take them back. They expressed their willingness to help us run to the basin chickens and vultures' territory to fight.

Diao Baotian was brimming with pride as he recalled his own achievements. "My grandparents had predicted for me since I was little that I would become a powerful figure wearing a yellow robe and commanding an army."

Before becoming a zombie, Diao Baotian was able to lead his fellow workers to become the cornerstone screws of the building. After becoming a zombie, I can still lead my compatriots to protect our little flame.

Even the base commander Mr. Zhuge has to respectfully call me Mr. Diao when he sees me, Diao Baotian.

"Sir," Diao Baotian gloated again. A screw in the building who hadn't even finished elementary school, finally got to be addressed as "Sir" by the top leader.

If the ancestral grave wasn't filled with bone residue, I would have dug the old ancestor out, given him a bite to wake him up, and listened to us talk about the great achievements of our descendants.

Dad, Mom, Grandpa, and Grandma, your son/grandson, Diao Baotian, has made it big!

This is a great joyous event for our Diao family! Smoke is rising from their ancestral graves!

It’s a pity that the current environment is like this, Diao Baotian sighed regretfully.

Hearing the woman above him imitating Mr. Zhuge's voice over and over again, Diao Baotian became more confident.

Even if this crazy bitch is the first commander, what does it matter? Can her contribution be as great as our Diao Baotian's?

Tsk, when I meet the person who brings me great opportunity, I must tell her all about my life and past. I must let the great opportunity take me away.

Diao Baotian gritted his teeth in the car, enduring the occasional "puff" and "puff" sounds overhead.

For the first time, I felt that having no sense of smell was not a bad thing, and having other senses that were too strong was not a good thing either.

The convoy was still speeding on the road, getting closer and closer to the coordinates of the Plane Mall.

Mr. Zhuge was still resting with his eyes closed, quietly and taking deep breaths as he solved his intestinal problems.

He had no idea that at the back of the team, there were two non-humans suffering because of him.