You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 111 Yellowstone Beach Hydropower Station

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time flew by, and another five days had passed.

by then, it had been exactly two months since the zombie crisis broke out in sanjiang city.

with no internet or electricity, and the highways completely blocked by car accidents, the survivors struggling within the city had completely lost contact with the outside world.

gradually, even the radio was filled with long stretches of random static.

occasionally, a few human voices could be heard.

"we hope... all citizens... during this difficult period..."

"together with the government... unite to get through..."

"...the srbd crisis..."

"beep..."

upon hearing this, wang hu clicked his tongue and turned off the radio.

sitting next to him in the passenger seat was the woman he had previously demanded from zhang ye, named du mei.

"bro hu, why'd you turn it off?"

"we've finally got some news these past few days, don't you want to know what's happening outside?"

wang hu placed his hand on her exposed thigh and said with disdain,

"what's the use of listening to that bullshit!"

"is there any rescue?"

"in the end, besides the name of a virus, there's nothing useful, just a complete waste of time!"

as he spoke, he turned to look at the woman beside him, a flash of dangerous expression momentarily crossing his eyes.

"du mei, don't you forget."

"the reason you're alive today isn't because of anyone up there."

"it's because i gave you food to eat, and i begged the boss to let you join the transport team. without him, both you and i would have to eat shit, you got that?"

the woman tensed up, then gradually relaxed.

she nodded her head and said no more.

at that moment, they were on their way to the industrial district.

behind their truck were three more of the same heavy-duty type, each with twenty zombified workers loaded in the cargo hold.

the workers were all dressed in uniform, even their smiley face masks were uniformly printed.

then, they used the legendary 502 glue that sticks to nothing but skin, directly adhering the masks onto their faces.

the bonding was highly effective.

no matter how much the zombified workers' bodies swayed, the masks remained tightly attached to their faces, which had long since stopped decaying, ensuring not to frighten the management personnel half to death.

these zombies were all prepared for the destination they were heading to today.

it was the same at this moment.

xu lin was leading the combat team in clearing out the zombies around the reservoir, while zhang ye was fishing by the reservoir with a few women.

seeing the convoy arrive, he immediately sent a bodyguard to call wang hu over.

"ah hu, was the journey here smooth?"

wang hu smiled and nodded, stealthily patting the buttocks of the woman next to him, signaling her to quickly greet the boss.

du mei's gaze darted, still somewhat fearful upon seeing zhang ye.

"zhang, zhang..."

she couldn't utter the word "director" after a long pause.

the man before her, smiling genially, was a full decade or more younger than she was.

yet it was this young man, who gave off the vibe of a bright and sunny young guy, who had cleanly slaughtered zhou tao and the others who had barely escaped from the shopping mall.

had wang hu not pleaded on her behalf, she might well have died at the hands of those zombies.

while she was thinking, her face had already been slapped.

"slap!"

she instinctively covered her cheek and looked to the side, only to see wang hu's icy gaze upon her.

"did glue stick your mouth shut?"

"is it that hard to greet the boss?"

the woman realized that now was not the time for reminiscence and sentiment, and she quickly bowed and said, "director zhang, good day, director zhang, good day!"

zhang ye smiled indifferently and then turned to wang hu, saying:

"ah hu, what's with the agitation?"

"hitting a woman is not good."

no sooner had he spoken these words did he feel ai bing's gaze on him become even more gentle.

wang hu chuckled, said he understood, and then began to describe the situation on their way here.

the convoy hadn't come directly from the city.

instead, it had taken a detour.

the three heavy trucks were all standard semi-trailer designs, large in size, with six pairs of load-bearing wheels in total, making it extremely difficult for them to navigate on some roads.

since the main roads leading directly to the industrial district were mostly in a state of semi-blockade, it was impossible for trucks to pass.

therefore, they had to travel via the relatively unobstructed old city area.

and what zhang ye wanted to know was exactly the situation of the old city areas they passed along the way.

since the company had established its base in the central villa district, there had been no exploratory actions in several surrounding administrative districts, so there was a natural lack of understanding of these areas.

the only thing known was that the population density differed from one area to another.

accordingly, the number of zombies varied as well.