Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

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Sean caught up with Lori in a few steps, and seeing that she ignored him, he asked, somewhat aggrieved:

"What, are you angry with me?"

Lori ignored him, flung the curtain aside, and walked straight into the tent.

No matter how angry you are, you can't change anything.

Sean had no choice but to follow her into the tent, where he explained his predicament to Lori:

"I will not put you in danger, not under any circumstances."

Seeing that Lori still had her back to him and didn't want to talk to him.

"I know you sometimes want to slap me, so I'll just say it, beautiful."

He said very frankly:

"If you want to slap me, don't be shy, go ahead and slap me, I'm right here."

Lori turned around, her anger having subsided considerably. Seeing Sean looking like he was ready to be dealt with, she didn't know what to say.

She understood that Sean was just worried about her safety, but it was impossible for her to admit her mistake.

“You can’t always just storm off halfway like this. If you don’t want to give up this idea for our sake, then I can’t stop you.”

Seeing that she was still aloof, Sean, knowing Lori's personality, resorted to his trump card, changing his tone as he said:

"But please stay here for his sake. Your son has been through so much; he can't lose his mother too, okay?"

Sure enough, the thought of her son brought Lori back to her senses, and she realized she shouldn't have acted impulsively and taken such a risk. She nodded and said:

"Okay, okay."

Seeing that Lori's cold expression softened, Sean also revealed a relaxed smile. The child was this proud woman's Achilles' heel.

"You agreed to it yourself, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Sean smiled as he spoke. He turned to look outside the tent and saw that no one was there. He then took two steps forward and approached Lori, looking at her with burning eyes.

Seeing this, Lori didn't refuse; she took the initiative to lean in and kiss Sean.

She had already accepted the reality that Rick had died in the hospital, and now she and her son could only rely on Sean.

So she accepted Sean's advances; the two had actually already had in-depth conversations.

Out of consideration for Karl's feelings, Lori decided to keep it private for the time being, and wait until Karl gradually accepted Sean's existence before making any decisions.

Sean had no objection to this.

Just as the two were passionately exchanging saliva, as if trying to merge each other into one another, the atmosphere in the tent gradually heated up.

"......Mother."

Suddenly, Karl's voice came from outside the tent.

It turned out that little Carl had come looking for his mother because she hadn't returned for a long time.

The two people who were kissing reflexively separated upon hearing the sound.

Sean turned and stepped out of the tent, just in time to see little Carl walking towards it. He reached out and patted Carl's head affectionately, saying:

"Kid, she's inside. Go in."

Lori composed herself, knelt down to be at eye level with little Carl, and promised him:

"I don't want you to worry, I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

Upon hearing this, little Karl nodded happily.

He thought Uncle Sean was amazing; he could always convince his mother, something even his father couldn't do.

"Are you happy? Go finish your work."

"it is good."

After seeing Karl off, Lori's gentle smile faded. She sighed, her eyes unfocused, and remained silent for a long time, lost in thought.

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A black sedan was driving on a deserted highway and soon reached the intersection where it would merge into Interstate 85.

There had clearly been a serious traffic accident here; the road was littered with burnt and overturned cars...

The black sedan passed two overturned cars and then stopped on the side of the road.

The car door opened from the inside, and a man and a woman, both black-haired and black-eyed Chinese, got out. They were Li Ailun and Susan, who had just left the airport.

Li Ailun was still wearing a clean and crisp black suit, but his face was still a little pale and he looked somewhat weak, obviously because his injuries had not yet healed.

Susan wore a fitted black shirt and jeans, which perfectly outlined her curvaceous figure. Her originally beautiful long hair was replaced by a shoulder-length bob, which made her look less delicate and more heroic.

Just a week ago, Li Ailun successfully brought down his fever with the help of a special medicine that Susan found.

When he woke up from his coma, Susan told him about the series of events that followed.

Lee Allen was also very surprised when he heard this, but after he woke up, he never saw the cannibal named Byrd again.

Susan didn't elaborate on this, so he didn't ask.

Because to him, that was just an unimportant character; whether he lived or died was of no concern to him.

Lee Allen, on the contrary, was quite interested in her idea of ​​disguising herself as a zombie.

After a week of rest, Li Ailun's abnormal physical recovery ability was fully demonstrated.

While others need months to recover from an injury, he can move around normally in just a few days.

Then, Li Ailun decided not to waste any more time, and they successfully escaped from the airport using Susan's method.

After leaving the airport, the two rested and resupplyed in a residential house before driving to the CDC.

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Susan took a gasoline can from the trunk of her car, intending to refuel at a gas station.

Their car had been driving non-stop all day, and now they were running low on gas.

I saw a gas station sign on the road just now, so the gas station should be nearby.

"Allen, you can wait here. I can go by myself."

When Susan saw that he was also going, she tried to dissuade him.

Although Li Ailun can move normally, his shoulder injury prevents him from making vigorous movements with his left hand.

"...I'm not a patient who can't move."

Li Ailun said helplessly that he wasn't that fragile.

"Okay... then don't go too far, and don't leave my sight."

Knowing she couldn't persuade him, Susan gave him further instructions.

"..."

Li Ailun was speechless. Susan was treating him like a mother hen, as if he were a sick child, saying this wouldn't work and that wouldn't work either.

He just can't move his left hand; even without his left hand, he can still take on ten opponents.

They walked along the road for more than ten meters and saw the sign for a gas station at the bottom of the slope, so the two of them walked toward the gas station.

As soon as you step off the highway, you see even more vehicles parked on the grass by the roadside.

This was clearly a temporary encampment, but it had been abandoned.

Li Ailun and Susan carefully moved between the cars and tents, noticing many children's belongings scattered on the ground.

There are balance bikes, dolls, plush toys, and more...

There were also corpses lying in cars, unattended, stinking and swarming with flies.

They encountered several such makeshift camps along the way.

Without exception, they were all overrun by hordes of wandering zombies; they hadn't seen a single living person along the way.

Susan walked through the camp and straight to the gas station, but was somewhat disappointed.

Because there was an iron sign hanging above, swaying in the breeze, that read: No Gasoline.

Susan was about to turn back when she turned around and didn't see Li Ailun. She looked around but couldn't find him either.

She was nervous, but didn't dare to shout. Instead, she started searching the neighborhood.

However, just as they rounded the car, they saw Li Ailun squatting in the middle of the driveway, next to a small, lifeless body lying on the ground.

Susan walked over slowly and saw that the body belonged to a little girl, who was about 5 years old.

There was a large, round wound on his forehead, a large patch of skin missing from his mouth, revealing a menacing array of teeth, and he was wearing a dirty pink bathrobe and an adorable bunny-head slipper on one foot.

Susan felt a pang of pity and wanted to leave as soon as possible. She softly called out:

“Allen…”

".44 Magnum, one shot kill."

Li Ailun didn't look up. He squatted beside the corpse, holding a golden bullet casing in his hand, comparing it to the wound on its forehead.

Then he turned to Susan and said:

"The wound is still very fresh. Judging from the blood clotting, it's been no more than three hours. Perhaps we'll run into each other."

After saying that, Li Ailun threw away the spent cartridge and stood up, supporting himself on his knee with his right hand.

Susan said nothing about it; having witnessed cannibalism firsthand, she remained extremely wary of any unfamiliar survivors.

The two returned to their car, started the engine, and drove onto Interstate 85, continuing towards the CDC.

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