Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

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Andrea and Amy felt a sense of despair upon hearing Moore's words. They had finally managed to catch a ride, but who knew how much longer they would have to wait?

Most importantly, it was those man-eating monsters that allowed them to escape Atlanta.

But they really didn't dare get into the other man's car; it was obvious that the man had ulterior motives.

“We can take you to a safe place, of course, you only need to pay a small price. It’s a mutually beneficial deal.”

Moore explained patiently.

"We can pay!"

Amy didn't notice that her sister had fallen silent. When she heard Moore mention a deal, she immediately chimed in.

She figured these people would love money, and she'd be more than willing to pay to leave.

"What a naive little girl. Do you think things are still the same as before? In this world, money is just a pile of dog shit, too hard even to wipe your butt with."

Moore scoffed and said dismissively.

"what do you want?"

Andrea vaguely understood what Mor meant.

"Hehe, of course I'll let my brother have some fun."

Mortu finally revealed his true intentions.

Amy finally understood what Moore meant by "deal".

She was filled with shame and anger, her face flushed red. Her large eyes glared angrily at the despicable person outside the car, and she couldn't help but shout:

"Shameless!"

Andrea, however, reacted more quietly. She had more life experience than her sister and had seen all kinds of people. Unlike her sister, she was not naive and had already had a premonition about this.

"I'm just offering a feasible suggestion. With just a small sacrifice, I can save both of your lives. How worthwhile is that?"

Moore looked confident of victory; in his view, they had no other choice.

"We can only pay you or buy that motorcycle from you, how about ten thousand US dollars?"

Andrea said, pointing to the motorcycle securely strapped to the pickup truck, and quoted a very high price.

"Exactly, we'd rather die than agree to that kind of request!"

Amy also said that she would never compromise with such scum.

Following the direction Andrea was pointing, Mor looked back at the motorcycle on the car.

That was his brother Daryl's beloved car; he couldn't make the decision, or Daryl would fight him to the death.

"Heh...so it's a tough nut to crack..."

Moll was annoyed that he couldn't persuade the two girls, feeling that they were looking down on him.

When his temper flared up, he reached out and roughly pulled on the car door, trying to create a sense of pressure for them.

Sure enough, Amy in the car was so frightened by Moore's behavior that she screamed repeatedly.

Unexpectedly, Andrea pulled out a silver pistol, pointed it at him, and warned him:

"Sir, please keep your distance."

"Wow...wow...wow...calm down, calm down..."

I'm just checking if there's anything wrong with the car doors.

Moore dared not make any rash moves now. He pressed his hands together in a gesture of reassurance, and said as he backed away:

"Don't worry, my brother and I are really good people, we would never force anyone...right, Daryl?"

Perhaps realizing that his words weren't very convincing, Moore then mentioned his younger brother's name.

Didn't you see your brother being held at gunpoint? You little brat, why aren't you coming to help?

Daryl, inside the pickup truck, didn't respond. He merely glanced at them coldly before turning away to continue fiddling with his crossbow.

He didn't bother to explain, and besides, those two women were like little lambs; it seemed highly unlikely they would actually fire.

As for Moore, he brought it on himself; who told him to provoke others?

"...You should really consider my suggestion."

Seeing that Daryl wasn't coming to help, Moore could only awkwardly utter a few words before retreating to his car in a sorry state.

He also had weapons in his car. He was careless just now and didn't expect the two girls to be carrying guns.

"Does it feel good to have your cold butt pressed against you? You can leave now, right?"

Daryl remarked sarcastically.

"Are you really going to let these two girls die here? Heh heh, we're their only option."

"Guess how long they can hold out? I'll bet you on the pack of cigarettes in your pocket."

Mohr was naturally unwilling to give up easily.

Seeing that Daryl was ignoring him and fiddling with his crossbow, he smacked his lips a few times, but his eyes were observing Andrea and the others' car through the window, and he sneered.

He's like a hunter now, with enough patience to wait for his prey to fall into his trap.

In his eyes, these two blonde girls were easy prey for him.

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Time ticked by, and another half hour passed. Inside the little blue car, Andrea and Amy felt as if each day was an eternity.

The pickup truck showed no sign of leaving, clearly having its sights on them. The longer it dragged on, the more anxious they became.

They didn't know if, if this dragged on, the other party might suddenly lose their temper and do something crazy...

"Andrea, what do we do now?"

Amy was genuinely flustered, especially by the way Moore had looked at her earlier, which made her feel like a little white rabbit being targeted by a big bad wolf.

Unlike her older sister, she didn't have the experience of going to university early and working hard in a big city for several years. She was just a little fledgling who had always lived under the protection of her parents.

Today's series of misfortunes had already exhausted her, and now this has made her even more anxious, tears streaming down her face.

"It's alright, we have weapons, they won't dare to do anything. Just wait a bit, a car will eventually pass by."

Andrea gripped the gun tightly, comforting her sister and also encouraging herself.

She kept a vigilant eye on the pickup truck, not daring to relax her guard for the slightest chance to be ambushed.

Over there, Moore finally got a cigarette from Daryl and was enjoying the pleasure of puffing away while waiting for two fish to bite, feeling very happy.

It's a pity it doesn't come with any ingredients, but in the current environment, it's better than nothing.

Mohr thought so.

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“A car is coming, Andrea, look!”

Amy suddenly pointed excitedly out of the car and said...

Andrea looked over and sure enough, a motorhome was slowly driving towards them from a distance, and she smiled happily.

They could finally escape their current predicament, even though Moore and his companion hadn't actually done anything to them.

Although she had the pistol in her hand, Andrea didn't feel safe at all. She was just trying to appear calm in order to protect her sister.

Her handgun was a gift from her father when she came of age; until today, she had only regarded it as a gift, not a weapon.

Moreover, she had never actually learned how to shoot a gun; she had only fired a couple of shots with her father when she first got the handgun, in her excitement.

If the skill point for proficient firearm handling is 5, then she might barely reach 1.

Andrea was worried that the RV might drive past without knowing the situation, so she wanted to go outside and flag it down.

She thought for a moment, then handed the pistol to Amy and said to her:

"Amy, you take the gun for self-defense, I'll go down and stop the car."

"You should keep it; I don't know how to use it."

Amy, who had no idea how to use a gun, quickly refused.

"If I stop a car with a gun, would it dare to stop?"

"Hold your gun and keep an eye on the pickup truck. If they make any sudden moves, point your gun at them."

Andrea explained.

"Oh... okay, I understand."

Amy suddenly realized what was happening, quickly took the gun, and then nervously stared at the two people in the pickup truck opposite.

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