Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

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"Yes, sir."

"...It was worth it."

Moore looked up at the sky, and the azure sky in his eyes seemed very high and very far...

He gradually came to his senses from the daze and remembered that he was still handcuffed on the rooftop.

"No...no...no..."

Moore began to struggle violently again, his legs bracing against the water pipe, pulling hard on the handcuffs, and shouting in terror:

"God, no... Jesus Christ... Merciful God..."

He struggled desperately, the violent movements causing his wrists to rub raw and bleed, but the handcuffs did not loosen even slightly.

"God, save me."

Finally, in despair, Moore knelt on the ground. The once unruly man now looked up at the sky, weeping and pleading with that ethereal being:

"Help me, please help me!"

"help me……"

Bangdang......

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the door on the roof, and Moore turned his head in alarm...

The once tightly closed iron gate had been smashed open by the zombies, leaving a sizable gap. Fortunately, the gate was securely locked with chains, preventing it from being completely breached.

"Heh...heh...heh..."

Three hideous heads bared their teeth and hissed as they scrambled to squeeze through the crack in the door...

"Oh my God!"

"No, please."

"I know I'm a bad person."

“I deserve it, I deserve it, I’ve always been bad.”

"Please help me now, give me a way out."

"Please, save me."

"Tell me what to do, God..."

Mohr completely broke down, collapsing to the ground and weeping uncontrollably, repenting for his life. With all the humility and piety he had ever shown, he pounded his forehead heavily against the ground...

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Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the toolbox lying on the ground. Turning his head, he saw all sorts of tools scattered on the floor, including a small saw.

This gave Moore renewed hope. He took off his belt and swung it repeatedly at the small saw, trying to hook it over.

He kept gritting his teeth and yelling:

"Don't worry about it, you idiot Jesus. I've never asked you for anything before, so don't expect me to ask you for anything now."

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With Moore's persistent efforts, he finally managed to hook the belt onto the small saw, and by pulling the belt back, he managed to bring the small saw a little closer to himself.

Seeing that the method was effective greatly boosted Morden's confidence.

He continued to swing his belt while shouting excitedly:

"I'd rather die than beg you. You don't need to worry about it anymore. I'll never beg you again..."

Finally, the small saw was pulled up to a position where he could reach it with his hand.

Mohr loosened his belt and reached for the small saw.

Then he sat down by the water pipe, and with his left hand, he used a small saw to saw hard at the iron chain in the middle of the handcuffs.

However, the small saw's teeth couldn't cut through the tiny iron chain at all. No matter how he tried, he could only make a few scratches on the chain.

"Heh...heh...heh..."

At this moment, the howls of the zombies kept coming from the crack in the door on the roof, like a death knell, as if they might break out at any moment.

Moore looked back at the few hideous zombies and knew he had been driven to the brink of despair, with no other choice.

So, he made a difficult decision.

He placed the scorching hot saw blade on the back of his handcuffed wrist, gritted his teeth, and pulled the saw hard, about to sever his own hand.

"what......"

In a single swift motion, a gash appeared on his wrist, blood gushing out and dripping onto the ground. He couldn't help but let out a scream...

"Ho..."

Just then, the howling of the zombies at the door suddenly stopped. Moore looked up in surprise and doubt, even temporarily forgetting the pain in his wrist wound...

Wow...

A series of clattering sounds rang out as an iron chain fell to the ground.

Then the iron gate was pushed open by a large hand, and an Asian man emerged from the shadows, carrying a blood-stained crowbar, with dark blood dripping down his face...

Even though Moore had always looked down on people of color, he had to admit that this man who suddenly appeared was just as cool as 007 in the movies.

As the man walked out of the building, an Asian woman followed him out. She was very beautiful and was carrying a pair of wire cutters.

The people who arrived were Li Ailun and Susan. They waited until the group of zombies on the street had been lured away before they calmly moved over.

They only encountered scattered zombies blocking their way, which they dealt with one by one.

Li Ailun walked straight towards Moore, while Susan stood guard at the door, vigilantly observing the situation in the corridor, wary of any walkers taking the opportunity to rush up.

"Help me...please help me..."

After a brief moment of shock, Moore quickly dropped the saw and asked the Asian man walking towards him for help.

"I love China, please help me, my friend!"

"..."

Li Ailun stood a few meters in front of Moore, looking down at him.

When he saw the blood-stained saw on the ground and the wound on his wrist, Li Ailun's eyes narrowed slightly.

[Tsk...that's a tough character.]

He didn't immediately unlock the handcuffs for the man who had shown a docile attitude; he had witnessed his ferocious side through binoculars before.

Li Ailun squatted down in front of him, keeping eye to eye on Moore, and asked:

"Tell me, what's your name?"

“Moore, Moore Dixon…”

"Why are you handcuffed here? You were with those who left, weren't you?"

"...Yes, I had a conflict with them, I...I'm a bit of a loner."

Moore behaved very honestly, especially when he saw the iron crowbar in the other person's hand that was still dripping black blood. He answered every question without hesitation.

Although Moore didn't know why these two Asians had suddenly appeared here, they were clearly now his hope for escaping.

"Are you from the Atlanta shelter?"

"Are you looking for a shelter?"

Upon hearing this, Moore suddenly realized that these were two more survivors who had been tricked into coming here by the news of the shelter, but they were destined to be disappointed.

So he went on to say:

"No need to waste your energy, that godforsaken place has already fallen..."

"..."

Li Ailun fell silent upon hearing this. He turned to look at Susan, who had clearly heard Moore's words as well, and he could see some disappointment in her eyes.

However, Li Ailun was already mentally prepared for this, and he turned back to ask:

"Do you have a camp outside the city? Where is it? How many people are there? What kind of weapons do you have?"

"..."

This question made Moore a little wary. He didn't answer immediately, but instead carefully examined the man in front of him.

It could be said that the man in front of him was the most handsome Asian man he had ever seen. He had sharp features and a distinct military bearing. He was clearly not an ordinary person and was completely different from the Asian man named Glenn in the camp.

Although Moore disliked the people in the camp, it didn't stop him from considering the camp his own territory, so he was somewhat reluctant to expose the true situation of the camp to these two people of unknown origin.

And since his brother Daryl was still at the camp, he rolled his eyes and started making things up:

"Our camp is in the northern suburbs, with over a hundred people. We have a lot of weapons, both light and heavy, and plenty of ammunition, all obtained after the shelter fell..."

"...You're lying."

Li Ailun stared intently at him with his deep eyes, directly exposing his lie.

"Uh......"

Mohr suddenly stopped talking and couldn't continue his story.

"It seems you're unwilling to cooperate properly. Fine..."

Li Ailun stood up from the ground, turned to look at Susan, and said:

"Susan, let's go."

After saying that, he turned and left without any hesitation.

"Wait...wait a minute..."

Upon seeing this, Moore immediately panicked. "Camp? To hell with it! My life is more important!" he quickly said.

"You...you guys help me unlock these handcuffs, I'll take you to the camp. It's safe there, there are no zombies, there's shelter, food, and women..."

Li Ailun stopped, and hearing him still negotiating, turned to look at him and said in a calm tone:

"Not interested in."

"what......"

Moore was dumbfounded. Seeing that he was about to leave again, he hurriedly called out anxiously:

"Please, buddy, help me unlock these handcuffs..."

"Madam, please save me! Please don't leave me alone, please don't go..."

Seeing that the man ignored him, Moore turned to the woman at the door and pleaded.

Women are often more soft-hearted and easier to get through.

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"The camp is located in the West District Reservoir Park, with over fifty people, mostly the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled. They have little combat capability, few weapons, no heavy weapons, and are also short of ammunition..."

Seeing that Li Ailun was almost at the door and the woman didn't react, Moore finally panicked and blurted out the whole truth about the camp.

Hmph... those guys left themselves here to die, so don't blame him for trading the entire camp for his life.

To prove his worth, Moore even sold his brother Daryl along with him, saying:

"I can lead the way for you. My brother is also in the camp. If we cooperate from the inside and outside, we can easily take over the camp. From now on, my brother and I will acknowledge you as our leaders..."

Hearing this, Li Ailun finally stopped and turned around. Seeing that he had finally realized the situation and was completely obedient, he gave him a satisfied smile.

"call......"

When Moore saw that he had persuaded the other party, he breathed a sigh of relief. With his fierce determination dissipated, he no longer had the courage to saw off his hand.

"Susan, unlock his handcuffs and treat the wound on his hand while you're at it."

Li Ailun turned to Susan and said.

"Um......"

Susan nodded in agreement. She knew that Li Allen was just manipulating that person, so she didn't say a word from beginning to end. Even when Moore pleaded with her, she didn't respond and just waited for Li Allen's instructions.

Susan walked over to Moore with the wire cutters in hand. Seeing his wrist was a bloody mess, she didn't say much, but instead looked at him and said:

"Just cooperate..."

"OK......"

Moore nodded quickly, cooperating with her actions.

With a snap, the handcuffs were easily cut by wire cutters.

“I...I am called Moore.”

Moore was finally free. He clenched his injured hand and reintroduced himself, hoping to get some information from the woman.

"You are......"

“Call me Susan, and his name is Allen. Don’t worry, we’re not bad people.”

Susan glanced up at him, introduced herself and Susan to him, and then pulled a first-aid kit from her backpack and said:

"...Give me your hand, I'll take care of it for you."

"Thank you......"

Moore thanked him and extended his injured right hand.

Susan didn't respond further. She began to carefully clean the blood and dirt from his right hand wound, then applied medicine and bandaged it with gauze.

On the other side, Li Ailun kept his hand on the gun in its holster, seemingly casual but actually vigilantly watching the situation.

He was certain that if Moore made the slightest move, a bullet would hit him in the head the next second.

Fortunately, Moore had just experienced a rollercoaster of emotions and was not in the mood for any underhanded tactics.

He obediently watched as the beautiful Asian woman in front of him treated his hand injury, which inadvertently saved his life...

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