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

Chapter 147 Jiangbei District

Compared to other canned meats, chicken doesn't actually possess higher nutritional value or the attributes of other luxury goods.

But its production is what it is, just around a hundred pounds of chicken meat per week.

Supply and demand determine the price.

Meanwhile, outside the safety zone in a vehicle, a man was wolfing down the canned food in his hands.

He occasionally grabbed the water bottle beside him and took a few gulps.

"Ah—"

"I'm full."

"Got to say, chicken still tastes the best, even if the flavor is a bit light."

The man's expression relaxed, and his unkempt beard grew wildly around his jaw like weeds.

At first glance, it looked as though he wore a fur collar around his neck.

His nickname was indeed Big Beard.

Outside the car window was darkness, and if one looked ahead, they could vaguely see the arcs of the bridge spanning toward the other bank.

He was at the southern entrance to Sanjiang City's cross-river bridge.

"Big Beard, I heard the waters are rough."

"Shall we just call it off?"

There was another man in the passenger seat, who looked to be in his thirties as well, and he stared at the bridge ahead with a look of faint fear.

The incident at the hydroelectric station had already spread throughout the entire safety zone.

The fish and shrimp in the river were very dangerous.

Big Beard glanced at him with a hint of scorn in his eyes, "Call it off? You think you can just call it off because you said so?"

As he spoke, he opened the car door next to him.

"If you're scared, go back on your own."

"I'm not forcing you."

The two were employees of the Market Intelligence Department, so their main mission was to find more survivor settlements for the company.

But by now, they had already been everywhere they could in the downtown area.

The remaining places were all off-limits.

These locations typically concentrated in the busiest areas, such as the business streets and squares near the city government.

Then there were the high-rise buildings with narrow terrain and complex, changing conditions.

Once inside, it was a case of nine deaths and one survival.

In the end, a job was a means to stay alive. If one lost their life, what was the point of working?@@@@

Therefore, the staff of the Market Department never ventured into these places.

Including the two department managers above.

Tian Gou and Zhang Wei.

Although they hadn't needed to put their lives on the line in the front lines for a long time, they still occasionally led the team on search and rescue missions personally, avoiding these places whenever they could.

There was also a faint scraping noise, as if something was rapidly sliding across the bridge surface, and then disappeared into the distance.

Neither of them dared to speak, just silently watching the road ahead.

Shadows on the broad bridge surface were everywhere.

They were the remnants of car accidents.

It took them over an hour to cross the two-kilometer-long bridge.

Luckily, there were no zombies among the wreckage of the vehicles.

Even bones were rare.

But just as the two were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they suddenly heard sounds of combat ahead, faintly accompanied by screams and cries for help.

Big Beard's face lit up with glee, damn, is my luck this good?

We've come across living people just after crossing the bridge?

What a great start!

He didn't even ask his partner for an opinion, grabbed the crooked knife at his feet, pushed the door open, and jumped out of the truck.

Seeing this, the other hesitated briefly but then also jumped down.

"Beard, it's better to be careful," he said.

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Without turning his head, Big Beard replied irritably, "Alright, alright, I get it, Hou Shubin, you're just too timid."

As he spoke, he was already running towards the sound.

The sound was coming from over there.

Hou Shubin's face turned slightly angry, but he didn't lose his temper, instead, he silently followed.

He knew very well that they were partners now.

Infighting would only lead to a short life.

To minimize the chance of being discovered by enemies, both implicitly agreed to leave the vehicle where it was and proceeded alone.

Apart from the two human employees, there were actually two other partners in the truck.

More accurately, they were zombies.

This was the standard configuration for the marketing department when carrying out tasks: human employees and zombie task force members working together.

Typically, each human employee would be assigned a zombie by the department manager.

They could be seen as a single unit.

When carrying out tasks, the main responsibility of the zombie task force member was to cover for their partner, and when necessary, they could also serve as bait for mutant zombies or Mutant Beasts.

The two zombies were wrapped in a thick layer of clothing.

Underneath was a set of light armor.

The clothing was to hide their zombie identities, preventing panic among survivors they might encounter and avoiding unnecessary conflicts.

The armor was to maximize their use as a shield and bait.

The two men and two zombies quickly went around the corner of the building.