Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

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Just as Moore was getting carried away with his triumph, Rick picked up the sniper rifle on the ground, stepped forward, and knocked Moore to the ground with the butt of the rifle, getting his revenge for the punch he had just received.

Moor was so stunned by the blow that he fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while.

Rick tossed his sniper rifle aside, then stepped forward and slammed his knee into Moore's face—a standard police maneuver when catching criminals. He then pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Moore's right hand to the pipe's mounting bracket.

After doing all this, Rick grabbed Moore's clothes with both hands and lifted him up.

"Who the hell are you?"

It was only then that Moore realized who had attacked him was a strange police officer in a police uniform. He had no recollection of such a person in the camp and wondered where he had come from.

"Friendly officer."

Rick loosened his clothes, picked up the pistol that Moore had dropped, quickly removed the magazine, and turned to look at him, saying:

“Listen, Moore, things have changed.”

We don't engage in racial discrimination or white supremacy. We are just human flesh waiting to be slaughtered. Right now, there is only the distinction between the living and the walking dead. Only by working together can we survive.

Don't create division.

Listening to Rick's long-winded lecture, Moore looked at him with disdain and said:

Go to hell!

In his opinion, Rick had only succeeded by ambushing him, and he was extremely resentful.

The alpha wolf doesn't need to follow the rules of the lamb.

"It seems you're obedient but don't like to listen to the important points."

Seeing that Moore looked unconvinced, Rick knew that he couldn't reason with him.

"Is that so? Then die again."

Moore looked at him with a mocking expression, as if to say, "What can you do about it?"

Seeing this, Rick no longer held back, raising his pistol and pressing it directly against Rick's forehead, speaking to him in a language Rick could understand:

"Don't be so arrogant when talking to someone with a gun. Have some common sense, okay?"

He understood people like Moore very well and knew how to communicate with them correctly.

The others watched nervously from the sidelines. Although Moore was a member of their camp, no one said a good word for him.

It's clear how unpopular Moore was in the camp. While not exactly hated, he was definitely disliked by everyone.

"You won't shoot, you're a cop."

Despite having the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against his head, Moore showed no fear whatsoever, speaking with an air of confidence.

Rick put away his pistol upon hearing this, but stared directly into Rick's eyes, then said in a low voice:

"Right now, all I want is to find my wife and children. Anyone who stands in my way will die. I'll give you some time to think it over."

This time, Moore dared not say anything more.

Because he could clearly sense the murderous intent in Rick's eyes, and a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, Uncle Moore wasn't afraid, he just had a brain.

Seeing that Moore was no longer being defiant, Rick suppressed his murderous intent and began searching Moore's body to prevent him from hiding any other weapons.

However, Rick simply pulled a spiked cigarette from Moore's body, flicked it against his nose, and asked.

"...Would you like to try some more?"

In the past, he could have used this to deal with him.

"What are you going to do to me? Arrest me?"

Seeing his treasure taken away, Moore was displeased and mocked again.

This is the apocalypse, so the law doesn't really work anymore.

Rick got up from the ground, walked to the edge of the building, and flicked his finger to send the cigarette flying.

Seeing this, Moore panicked and immediately began to struggle on the ground, shouting loudly:

"What are you doing? That's my private property!"

Rick merely glanced at Moore and walked away, completely ignoring his furious rant.

He had figured it out: he could no longer use the old ways of doing things; he had to let go of the constraints of his identity in order to survive in the apocalypse.

Having reached the other side of the building, and looking down at the densely packed corpses covering the streets, Rick pondered how to leave the city.

"You're not an Atlanta police officer, where are you from?"

Morales walked over, stood next to Rick, looked at him, and asked.

He was very curious about the background of this police officer who had suddenly appeared.

"The other side of the road."

Rick said that he had begun to learn to hold back some things from people.

"Ah... a friendly police officer from the other side of the road."

Morales realized Rick didn't want to talk about it in detail, so he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he turned to look at Rick and said:

Welcome to the big city.

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"My God, it looks like Times Square down here."

On the other side, Andrea looked down at the countless zombies below and couldn't help but sigh.

How's the signal?

Morales asked T-boy.

"Just like Moore's head, it's terribly damaged."

T-boy looked smugly at Moore, who was handcuffed, and felt secretly pleased.

This madman, who's the biggest and second-in-command of all, has finally been dealt with. If he weren't currently surrounded by zombies and the timing wasn't right, he would have burst out laughing.

Upon hearing this, Moore also gave him a gesture of international goodwill.

"Keep trying."

Morales said he didn't have any good ideas right now.

"Why bother? They can't do anything, they're completely useless."

Andrea said.

Expecting the people in the camp to rescue them is ridiculous; those people even make excuses to go into the city to find supplies.

"..."

Morales was speechless. Seeing Rick looking around with his head up, he knew Rick was looking for the legendary helicopter, so he shattered Rick's fantasy:

"The priority is to get out of this city. There are no shelters at all. Don't even dream about it."

Rick fell silent upon hearing this, realizing there truly was no such thing as a safe haven. After a moment's thought, he addressed the group:

“She’s right. We have to rely on ourselves and find our own way out.”

"......Good luck."

Moore chuckled upon hearing this and made a boastful statement: "With just these few burdens in front of me?"

It was the funniest joke he'd heard all day.

"As far as I know, this part of the city isn't very safe. Right... Sweetheart?"

As Moore spoke, his shifty eyes darted to Andrea, who was tidying up the items beside him, finally settling on her alluring curves. He said in a flippant tone:

"Baby, can you help me unlock these handcuffs? Let's find a place and have some fun, we're going to die anyway."

Andrea glanced back at Mor, then continued packing her backpack, muttering disdainfully:

"...I'd rather die."

"Okay, I know, you're a tough nut to crack..."

"I said awkwardly."

He had been lusting after this blonde woman for a long time, but she never gave him a chance.

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"It's not safe to go out on the street."

Rick looked at the shadowy figures on the street and felt somewhat troubled.

"We all agree."

Morales gave a casual reply, which was obvious.

"What about underground? Do we go through the sewers?"

Rick had a sudden inspiration and came up with a good idea.

"......etc."

Upon hearing this, Morales also thought the method was reliable. He turned to Glenn, who was sitting to the side in a daze, and said:

"Glenn, look over there in that alley, see if there are any manhole covers."

Glenn got up upon hearing this and jogged to the other side of the building. However, he was somewhat disappointed when he looked down. Apart from a few scattered zombies, there wasn't a single manhole cover in the alley.

"No, it must be on the streets full of zombies."

"Not necessarily. Large 20th-century buildings like this often have drainage pipes on the second basement level for flood control, leading to the sewers."

Jacques, who had been quiet all along, suddenly spoke up.

"how do you know?"

Glenn asked in surprise, noting that he had indeed seen a well on the second basement level when he explored the building earlier.

"This is my job, it used to be..."

Jacques looked at everyone and explained:

"I work in the city planning office."

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