Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

"Hey, isn't this Jason with the tattooed face...?"

"I heard their entire squad was wiped out..."

"Hey Jason, what's wrong with you? You look like a mess."

"You weren't attacked and captured by these guys, were you?"

Some of the bandits immediately recognized Jason. They were surprised to find their lost member here and began to speculate.

It turns out that Jason was a member of the 'Hellfire' motorcycle gang, and even a minor leader.

Jason, dragging his injured leg, was pulled in front of the war shaman. The burly man suddenly became somewhat timid, stammering, "Boss... Boss..."

"..."

Gray looked at Jason with complicated emotions. He hadn't expected that the person they had unexpectedly rescued was actually an accomplice of these thugs. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart...

"Jason!"

Like grasping at a last straw, Gray pleaded loudly with Jason, "Jason, please, for the sake of us saving you, beg you to plead with your boss for us!"

"Fuck...shut the hell up."

One of the thugs next to him was annoyed by his sudden shouting and stepped forward to kick him hard in the chest.

"..."

Gray felt a tightness in his chest from the kick, his face turning purple as he nearly fainted. He collapsed into Martin's arms, unable to speak, and could only look at Jason with pleading eyes.

"..."

Jason glanced at Gray quickly, but when he saw the pleading look in his eyes, he looked away, seemingly unable to bear facing him.

"Humph......"

The War Witch naturally heard Gray's shout, and he squinted with his one eye as he looked Jason up and down.

Yesterday, the last message he received from Jason's team was that they had been attacked, and then the entire team completely lost contact. They thought they had been wiped out, but unexpectedly there were survivors, who were even rescued by the very community they had captured.

“Jason…”

Just as Jason was feeling increasingly pressured and cold sweat began to bead on his forehead, the silent war shaman finally spoke, demanding, "Where are the others?"

"They...they're all dead. We encountered a convoy, and I barely escaped with my life; I was rescued by the people here..."

Jason quickly replied.

"..."

The war shaman's gaze sharpened, and he said in a dangerous tone, "So you wiped out my entire squad, yet you survived..."

"I'm...I'm sorry, that team was very strong, we were no match for them..."

Jason felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the war witch's unfriendly gaze, and quickly explained.

"Hmph, trash..."

Upon hearing this, the War Witch snorted coldly, pondering how to deal with this guy, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Gray and the others, and suddenly asked:

"So, you're going to plead for them? Here's your chance."

"..."

Jason instinctively wanted to say something, but then he saw the War Witch looking at him with amusement in his eyes. He immediately realized that this was a test from the War Witch.

After a moment of internal struggle, Jason finally succumbed to his fear of his boss, shaking his head and saying, "...NO."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Gray's spirits sank to the bottom, and he fell into despair.

However, seeing Jason's ingratitude, Wayne flew into a rage, stood up from the ground, and shouted at Jason, "Jason, you heartless ingrate!"

"We really shouldn't have saved you! We should have saved a dog..."

"..."

The War Witch watched everything unfold with great interest, then casually handed Jason a pistol and said coldly, "Since this guy is cursing you like this, then you should take care of him yourself."

"Prove to me that you're just like us, a wolf that eats sheep."

"Yes......"

Under the shaman's sharp gaze, Jason took the pistol with trembling hands. A struggle flashed in his eyes, but when he turned around, his gaze had become as fierce as the other bandits. He raised his hand and pointed the dark muzzle of the gun at his savior.

"..."

At this moment, Wayne's eyes were filled with despair and resentment. He stared intently at Jason, gritting his teeth as he said, "Devils, you will get your comeuppance..."

"Do not......"

Grey wanted to continue pleading, but before he could even utter a word...

boom......

A gunshot rang out, and Wayne fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Woooooooo..."

The women began to cry again, while the men were filled with a mixture of grief and anger, yet wary of the gun barrels around them.

"Hahaha......"

Looking at the prisoners who dared not speak out in anger, the war shaman laughed maniacally. After a while, he reached out and patted Jason on the shoulder, saying with satisfaction:

"Very good, you're back in the team."

Then, the war shaman seemed to have had enough fun. He pointed at the male prisoners and said, "You wolf cubs, drive all these sheep into the sheepfold!"

"Get up! Everyone get up!"

Upon hearing the order, the bandits immediately sprang into action, roughly shoving Gray and the other men away like livestock.

Seeing that the bandits didn't intend to kill them immediately, Gray and the others breathed a sigh of relief...

On the other side, the war shaman turned his gaze to the group of women. After scanning the area with his single eye, he finally fixed his gaze on Jessica, who was the most beautiful among them.

"hehe......"

A lewd smile curled at the corner of the war shaman's mouth.

He strode up to Jessica, who was still in a daze, grabbed her hair roughly, and turned her face toward him.

Seeing that although her eyes had lost their sparkle, she was still quite beautiful, the War Witch was very satisfied. He grabbed Jessica's arm, pulled her forcefully, and hoisted her onto his shoulder, heading straight into the building.

"what!!!"

Jessica finally came to her senses. She let out a sharp scream, then struggled frantically on the war shaman's shoulder, yelling, "Devil! Let me go!!!"

"You devils, you don't even spare children, I curse you..."

But all of this was in vain; Jessica's struggles had no effect on the War Witch.

"Awoo... Awoo... Awoo..."

Seeing this, the other bandits followed suit, and the leaders began to select women.

"Woooooooo..."

"No, let me go..."

"Please, let me go..."

In an instant, the scene was chaotic, and the women were all terrified.

The men who had been driven away also noticed the commotion. Seeing the women crying and being dragged into the building by the thugs, everyone knew what they were about to face.

"……Do not!"

When Gray saw Jessica being taken away by the war shaman, he immediately shouted angrily, "You bunch of bastards! Let her go!"

boom......

One of the bandits raised his hand and fired a shot, but the bullet went astray, grazing past Gray's ear and hitting the person behind him.

"Shit..."

The bandit, annoyed that his shot had missed, coldly warned him:

"Hmph, if you dare to move, the next bullet will go right through your head!"

"..."

Gray was trembling all over, not from the fear of almost being shot, but from an extreme sense of resentment and humiliation.

"..."

Seeing their companion fall in a pool of blood, the others were filled with fear, but a few men were unwilling to give in. They clenched their fists, seemingly ready to fight to the death.

"Let's go. If you continue to resist, more people will die."

Just then, Jason walked over and shoved Gray, then whispered in his ear, "It's better to be alive than dead."

"..."

Gray turned and glared at Jason, his teeth grinding, but he managed to calm himself down and turned to the others behind him, shouting, "Everyone, don't be impulsive! We've had enough dead already!"

......

Gray and his companions were driven by the bandits to an open space behind the station, where empty train carriages salvaged from the train station were parked. Little did they know that one day it would become the prison that held them captive.

With a loud bang, the train car door slammed shut.

Darkness completely enveloped them, with only the woman's shrill screams from outside reaching their ears.

silence……

Only silence...

......