Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

(This is a mental storage space. The farm series followed the original drama closely, retaining a lot of the original plot. The book is addictive and slow-paced, so I suggest you proceed with caution...)

Georgia.

A car slowly drove along the quiet streets of Lincoln County, winding its way into a secluded neighborhood before finally stopping in front of an old house covered in graffiti.

The car was turned off, and the three people inside carefully checked their weapons.

Frank, the bearded man in the driver's seat, cautiously surveyed the street, making sure there was nothing unusual around him. He then turned to the young man in the back seat and said:

"Matthew, come inside with me later. You stay in the car."

"It's me being asked to go out for fresh air again, how boring..."

The young man wearing a headscarf immediately became dissatisfied upon hearing this, and brandished the pistol in his hand, saying again:

"I'm going. My marksmanship is even better than Matthew's."

"No, we absolutely cannot have any accidents today. You've never experienced anything like this before, so just stay in the car and wait."

Frank, however, firmly refused.

"Little Billy, listen to your dad. When this old buddy of mine can't take care of things anymore, we'll be counting on you."

Matthew, the fat man sitting in the passenger seat, chuckled and patted the shotgun in his arms as he spoke.

"Be smart and get ready to back us up. After we finish this job today, we're heading to Florida. That'll be your day."

After Frank finished speaking, he ignored Billy's mutterings, opened the car door, got out, and tucked the pistol into his waistband.

Matthew got out of the car too, leaned out and said to Billy, "Okay, Billy, give me the box."

Billy reluctantly handed him a black briefcase that was placed in the back row.

Matthew chuckled as he took the suitcase, gently closed the car door, and held a shotgun in one hand and the weightless suitcase in the other.

Frank and Matthew exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, they walked toward the house.

That's right, the suitcase was empty; they didn't bring a single penny. They were planning to double-cross each other in today's transaction.

Because they offended a local mob boss, they could no longer stay in Georgia and had to temporarily leave to lay low, but they lacked funds.

So they contacted an underground "rock candy" seller in Lincoln County, planning to make a killing before leaving as capital for their future development in Florida.

Frank and Matthew arrived at the door, but the door was closed and the curtains were drawn on the windows, so they couldn't see inside the house from the outside.

knock knock...

Frank reached out and gently knocked on the door, but there was no response.

knock knock knock...

Frank knocked on the door again, this time with more force, making the sound louder.

After waiting for a while, no one opened the door.

Frank placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it gently, finding that the door was unlocked.

He turned and gave Matthew a wary look, and Matthew nodded knowingly. The two stood on either side of the door, ready to deal with any unexpected situations, before Frank turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open.

Squeak...

Light streamed into the dimly lit room through the open door, and an indescribable odor wafted out. The room was filthy and chaotic, with dirty, worn-out furniture, stains everywhere, litter, empty bottles, clothes…

"Ivan, hey buddy, anyone home?"

Frank called out into the room, but there was no response.

He drew his pistol from behind, released the safety, and cautiously entered the house, with Matthew following behind, maintaining a safe distance.

The house was empty and quiet. The two looked around the living room and saw an open, half-finished beer and a large pizza on the table. It seemed that the person had left in a hurry while they were eating.

Frank was puzzled. They had arranged to make a deal with Scarface Ivan's men here today. Did Scarface Ivan find out they were planning to double-cross them and run away?

But then he thought about it again and realized that Scarface Ivan and his gang were no pushovers. If they realized their intentions, they would definitely kill them first as a warning to others, and would not choose to back down.

Is it a trap?

Frank was already considering backing out, but they desperately needed the shipment.

“Hey buddy, it’s Frank, I’m coming in…”

Frank tried calling out again, and was about to go upstairs to take a look.

Just as Frank and his companion reached the stairwell and were about to go upstairs, they both smelled a bloody odor coming from the other side of the corridor.

Both men had been involved in organized crime for many years, and fighting was commonplace for them; they were both very sensitive to the smell of blood.

Driven by curiosity, Frank and his companion walked deeper into the corridor where the smell of blood was coming from.

“Wardfa…”

"A generous gift of crabs..."

……

On the other side of the corridor was a kitchen and dining room. As soon as the two approached, they saw the dining room in a mess. It was dimly lit, with tables and chairs overturned on the ground and things scattered haphazardly.

Blood pooled on the ground, and bags of dark blue "rock candy" were scattered everywhere.

What's even more chilling is that there are three corpses lying on the ground, all of them looking like they've been disemboweled. There are even bite marks on the bodies, and the deaths are horrific, with blood all over the ground.

On the other side of the overturned table, a figure was mostly obscured; the person was squatting on the ground with their back to them.

Startled by Frank and the other's exclamations, the figure stopped what it was doing and mechanically turned around. The man's face was ashen, his pupils were shriveled, and his mouth was filled with bloodlust as he tore at a piece of bloody intestine with his hands and began to eat it...

"Fuck, Ivan?"

Frank recognized him as Scarface Ivan, the biggest calf dealer in Lincoln County’s underground.

Upon seeing the two living people, "Ivan" abandoned the intestines in his hands, smashed through the obstructing table, and roared as he lunged at them with his blood-red mouth wide open.

bang bang bang...

Upon seeing "Ivan's" ferocious expression, Frank's body reacted reflexively, firing three shots at him, causing "Ivan" to stagger backward.

However, despite being shot, "Ivan" did not fall. He continued to charge at them relentlessly, roaring as if his life depended on it.

"Fake..."

Frank was filled with fear and trepidation; the situation before him completely shattered his understanding.

Bang~

With an even louder gunshot, "Ivan's" head exploded like a watermelon, his brains and blood splattering all over the wall and curtains behind him...

Only then did the headless corpse collapse to the ground with a thud.

It turned out that Matthew fired the shot from behind.

"Fuck, what the hell is this thing?"

Frank finally recovered from his shock and looked at the mangled corpse on the ground, but no one could answer his question.

"Crab... Frank, what do we do now?"

Matthew squeezed through the crowd, feeling a bit intimidated by the eerie scene. He looked at Frank and asked.

"This is Ivan's territory. The gunshots will soon attract other people's attention. We have to leave immediately. Quickly pick up the goods and we'll leave with them."

Frank, a seasoned veteran, quickly regained his composure and said to Matthew.

So, the two of them, not daring to waste any time, forced themselves to endure the nausea and stepped over the corpses on the ground to pick up the bags of dark blue, blood-stained "rock candy" scattered on the ground...

These things are their capital for developing in Florida...