Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

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Stepping on the pool of blood, Frank and Matthew tried hard not to look at the gruesome corpses on the ground. Suppressing their nausea, they picked up bags of blue "rock candy" and threw them into their suitcases without wiping away the bloodstains.

By the time they had filled their suitcases, they were all a little pale.

Even though both of them were seasoned veterans who had spent their lives in the underworld and had killed countless people, this was the first time they had ever witnessed such a bloody scene, which made them feel uncomfortable and sent chills down their spines.

They just wanted to get out of this damn place as soon as possible, and were preparing to leave.

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens could be heard from afar.

"Damn it, the police are here, Matthew, go, go, go..."

Frank picked up his heavy suitcase and ran outside first, followed by Matthew.

When Frank and his companion ran out of the house, they saw a police car already driving into the block.

It was the Lincoln County Sheriffs, alerted by the gunshots, who arrived at the scene. The two officers in the patrol car saw Frank and his group running out of a house, still carrying weapons, and assumed they had encountered burglars.

The police officer quickly stopped the car, got out, drew his pistol, and assumed a fighting stance by leaning against the open car door—a perfectly executed set of standard movements.

The police drew their guns and shouted at Frank and his group:

"Police, put down your weapons immediately and do not attempt to resist."

bang bang bang...

Their response was a barrage of gunfire.

Frank and Matthew fired repeatedly toward the police car without hesitation.

If they were imprisoned in Georgia, they wouldn't survive a week.

Because as soon as they go to prison, the underworld bosses they've offended will be informed immediately. At that point, they'll truly be like birds in a cage, and their fate will be self-evident.

Therefore, Frank and his men had no chance of surrendering; surrendering meant death, while fighting offered a chance.

bang bang...

During the gunfight, the young policeman was unfortunately shot in the shoulder and fell to the ground, howling incessantly.

"Ah...ah...I've been shot, I've been shot."

bang bang bang...

Frank and his companion exchanged fire with the remaining police officer as they ran toward the car.

As soon as they reached the car, Billy, who was hiding behind the car, opened the door from the inside.

Without a word, Frank jumped into the car, threw the briefcase at Billy in the back seat, and after Matthew got in, he started the car and sped off in the opposite direction of the police car without waiting for him to close the door.

Seeing the hijackers' car drive away, another policeman rushed over to help the injured young officer stop the bleeding, while calling for backup via the police car radio.

"Calling bus, calling bus, this is..."

……

Meanwhile, Sheriff Rick and Sean chatted in their car, leisurely enjoying their lunch.

What are the differences between men and women?

Rick handed Sean a tissue, but suddenly threw out a question.

"Are you kidding me?"

Sean took the tissue, paused for a moment after hearing Rick's words, and asked with a smile.

No, I'm serious.

"I have never seen a woman who knows how to turn off the lights. They are born knowing only how to turn on the lights, and never how to turn them off."

Sean thought for a moment, then popped a fries dipped in ketchup into his mouth and complained to Rick with a wry smile.

“They’re blinded by the light the moment they leave a room. Every woman I’ve ever given a key to my house has been like that, I swear.”

“For example, when I get home, the whole house is brightly lit, and my task, obviously, is to run around the whole house and turn off all the lights she hasn’t turned off, because I’m a man.”

"Is it?"

Rick just gave a casual reply, but it was clear that wasn't his question. He turned his head to look at Sean, knowing that Sean understood but was just avoiding the question.

"Of course, buddy."

Looking at Rick's expression, Sean understood Rick's troubles, thanks to their years of partnership. However, he really didn't want to get involved in other people's family matters, so he could only awkwardly change the subject.

"Alright, Father Sean is about to begin his sermon..."

......

After a series of rambling and literary banter, the atmosphere fell silent.

Seeing Rick looking preoccupied, Sean couldn't help but ask, seemingly casually:

"How are things going with you and Lori, buddy?"

"She's very nice; she knows to turn off the lights."

Rick said.

Sean popped the fries into his mouth, then awkwardly rubbed his hands, knowing Rick was retaliating for deliberately changing the subject.

"That's great. I don't know why we still have doubts, and I don't want to either."

After Rick finished speaking, he sighed, paused for a moment, and then said:

"We don't get along."

After saying that, Rick fell silent again.

“Listen, buddy, I may lack a sense of humor, but I’ll try my best, at least you can talk.”

Sean looked at Rick and gently advised him. Based on his years of understanding Rick, who was the type to keep things to himself, it must be a communication problem between the couple.

"She always says that, talking, talking..."

Rick seemed to be recalling his wife's complaining expression, shook his head to banish the image from his mind, turned to look out the window, and continued:

“You probably think I’m incredibly stupid for remaining silent after she said that.”

Have you shared your thoughts or feelings?

Sean looked at Rick and asked.

"But no matter how I tried, she was very impatient, as if she didn't want to listen at all, and it felt like... she was always angry with me for no reason."

“Listen, buddy, this happens to all couples. Everyone has to go through this phase.”

That was all Sean could say to comfort him.

After listening, Rick chuckled self-deprecatingly and asked Sean.

Do you know what her last words were this morning?

"Ok?"

“She said, ‘Sometimes I even doubt that you don’t care about us at all,’ and she said that in front of the children.”

Rick looked Sean in the eye, as if to say, "Can you believe it?", then turned back to look out the window, remembering his son's bewildered expression that morning, and muttered:

"Think about what he'll think after he goes to school."

Sean looked at Rick in astonishment, momentarily speechless.

They were from the same county and were high school classmates. Both of them had feelings for Lori, but Rick made the first move and quickly won Lori's heart. They were a perfect match, both handsome and beautiful, and eventually got married.

Sean sincerely wished them well, even though he himself had never been able to settle down with a woman; every relationship he had ended quickly after the initial hormonal passion faded.

Rick, on the other hand, has a stable family, a stable job, and a child to raise. It can be said that Rick's life is his dream.

Sean never imagined that Rick and Lori would face a marital crisis, let alone one that was so precarious.

But he wasn't happy at all, because Rick and Lori were both good people who deserved a wonderful married life and to grow old together.

Is it a difference between men and women?

Rick, of course, had no idea what Sean was thinking. He looked at Sean and continued:

“I would never say such cruel things to her.”

"Especially in front of Karl."

The carriage fell silent, and the two grown men remained speechless for a moment.

At that moment, the police car radio suddenly crackled to life.

"All available units, a high-speed chase has occurred in Lincoln County. Please proceed to the scene immediately to provide reinforcements."

The two immediately got to work, busily tidying up their unfinished lunch.

"South of Highway 18... on high alert."

The radio kept broadcasting information. Rick turned on the siren, started the car, and prepared to head to the scene. Sean threw the trash into a roadside bin.

Rick drove the police car, made a turn, and sped off onto Interstate 84, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes in his wake.

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