Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

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But when they arrived on the first floor, two zombies blocked their way.

Glenn and Rick quickly stopped, afraid of attracting the attention of the walkers.

"Ho...ho..."

The two zombies spotted the living people opposite them and staggered toward them.

Just as Rick and his companion were nervously watching the walkers opposite them, considering the feasibility of a desperate fight,

The back door of the building next door suddenly opened, and two fully armed men rushed out.

Armed with baseball bats, they charged straight at the two walkers, then swung the bats and pounded them repeatedly, knocking the two weakened walkers to the ground in just a few blows.

"Go in quickly."

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Glenn called to Rick to run towards the building next door.

After ambushing and eliminating the two zombies in front of them, the two men quickly retreated back into the building and closed the back door.

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Rick had just entered the building and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath.

Andrea stepped forward and shoved Rick, causing him to stumble. Then she pressed a gun against his forehead, looking extremely angry and cursing:

"You fucking bastard, I really want to kill you."

Rick stared blankly at the furious blonde woman in front of him, not understanding when he had offended her.

"Calm down, Andrea, put down your gun."

Morales came over and advised her not to act rashly, as firing a gun at this moment would only cause a greater disturbance among the walkers outside.

"Please, don't get agitated."

Jacques, who was standing nearby, also spoke up to persuade them. Although she also resented the man, it wasn't their style to attack living people.

"Don't get agitated, what's wrong with you?"

Andrea was clearly losing control at this point, yelling at Jacques, then glaring at Rick and cursing:

"This idiot has ruined us."

"Andrea, I said put the fuck down the gun right now."

Morales came over to try to persuade her again. Seeing that Andrea was still stubborn, he knew that she was just acting out of anger, so he deliberately said something.

"Fine, go ahead and shoot."

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Glenn and T stood nervously to the side, not daring to say a word.

As expected, Andrea just glared at Rick but ultimately didn't pull the trigger.

She released Rick, looked at him in despair, and cried as she said:

"We're all doomed, all thanks to you."

Rick was still confused. It was their first meeting. Looking at the somber faces of the group, he said, bewildered:

"I don't know."

"We've come here to find some necessities,"

Seeing that he seemed genuinely clueless, Morales walked over and pushed him forward, cursing as he did so.

"Do you know how to find it? You have to be alive."

"Do you know how to survive? You have to keep a low profile."

"Why are you firing so openly? Do you think this is the final battle at Yuma?"

Rick was shoved to the doorway, and he was stunned by what he saw.

He then realized why the woman was so angry; it was all because of his actions in the city, which had put the team in danger.

"The zombies could hear the crackling sounds from a great distance."

T-boy couldn't help but complain as well.

"You're practically ringing the bell to start their meal."

Andrea said in despair.

"Do you understand now?"

Rick saw that the entrance to the building was surrounded by countless zombies, with only two layers of glass doors blocking the way.

The zombies kept pounding on the glass door, and some even used stones as tools, holding stones and banging on the glass door.

With cracks already appearing on the first glass door and it about to shatter, it was only a matter of time before the zombies outside broke through the glass door.

"Oh my god..."

Seeing that the glass door outside was about to be breached by the zombies, the group was so frightened that they quickly retreated.

"So, what exactly have you been doing out there?"

"Andrea asked."

"I want to attract the helicopter's attention."

Rick explained to them.

"A helicopter? That's ridiculous..."

"Damn it, where did this helicopter come from?"

"You must be hallucinating."

The others didn't believe it at all; it was complete nonsense. The refugee camp had fallen, so how could there be helicopters now?

“I did see it.”

Rick spoke with absolute certainty, convinced that it was definitely not a hallucination.

Seeing how confident Rick was, the others became less confident.

But regardless of what kind of helicopter it is, the immediate priority is to figure out how to get out of here.

"T-boy, try calling around and see if you can get in touch with anyone else."

Morales suddenly looked at T and said.

"Others? People from the shelter?"

Upon hearing this, Rick realized there were indeed more than just them and immediately asked.

"Yes, it's a shelter."

Upon hearing Rick's question, Jacqueline couldn't help but scoff:

Are you still expecting a delicious meal for us?

"No signal, try going up to the roof."

T-boy was testing the walkie-talkie when he discovered there was no signal at all.

boom......

Just then, a gunshot rang out, clearly coming from upstairs. Firing a gun now would only attract the walkers' attention.

"Damn...did Moore do this? What is that madman doing?"

Andrea said with a tone full of helplessness.

They seemed helpless against the person who caused the disturbance.

boom......

Another gunshot rang out, and the zombies outside the gate became even more agitated, pounding on the glass door even more violently.

"Hurry, hurry..."

The group quickly turned and ran towards the rooftop.

...the rooftop.

boom......

Moore stood on the edge of the building, raised his sniper rifle, aimed at a zombie below again, and then shot it in the head.

Looking at the zombies he had killed, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.

This world is so great now; the old world felt like the end of the world to him.

bang...

The rooftop door was pushed open, and Morales was the first to rush out, shouting loudly at Mor:

"Hey, Moore, are you crazy?"

boom......

"hehe......"

Moore completely ignored his words, fired another shot as if nothing had happened, then turned around and jumped off the edge of the building, grinning as he said:

"I'm saying, shouldn't you be more polite when talking to someone wielding a weapon? Don't you even know that?"

Rick then saw clearly the Moore they were talking about; he had a wicked and thuggish look, and was obviously no good.

He'd seen far too many scumbags like this; they were practically regulars at the police station. He didn't know how many he'd arrested or imprisoned.

"Damn, we're almost out of bullets, and you're wasting them."

T-boy lost his temper first and started scolding him:

"Do you want to recruit more zombies?"

"Hey, it's not good to be yelled at by Mexican bastards all the time."

Mo Er felt humiliated after being publicly criticized by T-zai, and the tension between the two immediately escalated.

Do I want to hear you yell?

He walked step by step up to T-Zai and said with a mocking expression:

"No way, buddy, how could that be?"

"How could that be? If you have a problem with me, just say so."

T-boy's temper flared up at this point. This guy was the troublemaker in the camp, always stealing chickens and dogs or bullying the weak, making the camp no peace and quiet. Moreover, he was always sarcastic and often humiliated him.

"T-boy, forget it."

Morales then realized something was wrong and spoke up to offer advice.

"No."

T-boy directly refused, saying that this was a matter between him and Moore.

"Never mind. That's not necessary."

Morales then advised Mor:

"Moore, just shut up already. We've had enough trouble already."

"You want to know what my opinion is?"

Mohr ignored Morales and instead looked at Niko in front of him, asking sarcastically.

"Yes."

T-boy looked at him defiantly.

"I'll be blunt, Mr. Shouting."

Dixon looked at him and immediately started mocking him, saying:

"I don't want to listen to you guys yelling."

Upon hearing this, T-boy was completely enraged, and he immediately raised his fist at the scumbag in front of him.

But Moore was prepared for this. When he saw the fist coming at him, he immediately dodged to the side and then smashed the butt of his gun at the other man.

That hit really hard, making T-shirt see stars, lean back, and stumble backward.

"Mohr, forget it."

When the others saw that they had started fighting, they quickly came over to break up the fight.

Moore ignored them and continued to punch T-boy.

Rick, who had been watching the show from the back for a while, came over out of habit as a police officer to try and stop it.

But as soon as he got close, Moore suddenly turned around and threw a punch at him. Caught off guard, Rick was knocked down by the punch.

After beating Rick, Moore wasn't done yet. He kicked T-boy backward and then punched him to the ground.

T-boy was beaten so badly that he lost his balance, his body swayed and crashed hard into the steel pipe, leaving a small pool of blood on it.

Rick stood up from behind, his eyes blazing with anger, but this time he didn't impulsively step forward.

Over there, Dixon continued to punch and kick T, who was lying on the ground, and the people around him couldn't stop him at all.

Moore even straddled T-boy, grabbed his collar with one hand, and then started punching him in the face, making T-boy scream in pain.

Morales tried to pull him away, but was also knocked back by Mor's elbow, demonstrating Mor's formidable fighting prowess.

Having had his fill of fun, Moore even pulled out a pistol and pressed the cold muzzle against T-boy's forehead, whose face was covered in blood.

"Please don't do that, please."

Andrea kept pleading.

Seeing Moore's madness, Glenn and his two companions dared not approach.

But Moore was not about to give up. He had long disliked these people in the camp. What kind of democracy was this? It was ridiculous.

Today was just an excuse to make an example of him. He had long wanted to make an example of someone to warn others, to let the people in the camp see blood so they would know who was in charge.

There's a policeman in the camp who's not easy to mess with, so let's start with these guys and get them under control. Once we get back to the camp, we'll take care of that policeman, and from then on, he, Uncle Moore, will be in charge of the camp.

Thinking of this, Moore glared fiercely at the black man beneath him, then looked at the other silent men, his gaze sweeping over their fearful faces.

[Pshaw, just a bunch of lambs.]

He spat on T-boy's chest, then patted him hard before standing up.

Glenn and Andrea quickly pulled the injured T-boy off the ground, away from Moore's clutches.

"Sure, no problem."

Moore, holding a gun, arrogantly addressed the group:

"Then let's have a little meeting to decide who should be the boss. I'll vote for myself. Who do you all vote for? Raise your hand if you vote for me."

"Let's have some democracy too, raise your hand if you want to vote."

Moore pointed his gun at the group and raised his left hand.

Does everyone agree?

Seeing this, how could the others dare to disagree?

Morales clutched his abdomen where he had just been elbowed, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly raised his hand first.

He has a wife and children, and he has to be responsible for his family. He dares not provoke this madman.

"...Please."

Andrea was speechless when she saw him raise his hand; how could he give in so easily?

"Hurry up, do you all agree?"

Moore, impatient, urged him on.

Once the first example was set, the resistance of the others was greatly reduced. In the end, under the tyranny of Moore alone, the others could only raise their hands and show their submission.

"Okay, very good. Now I'm in charge. Does anyone have any objections?"

Moore was very satisfied with the result. Seeing that everyone had succumbed to his imposing manner and remained silent.

A smug smile spread across his face as he arrogantly asked:

"Who else?"

"I."

Mo'er suddenly turned his head, and then everything went black...

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