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

Chapter 215 Not the Government

Zhao Sen's eyes lit up with a hint of surprise, and he even seemed a bit impatient.

The young nurse beside him was constantly nudging him with her elbow.

"Doctor Zhao, who knows if what he says is true?"

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The woman's voice dropped, but Zhang Ye still heard every word clearly. The look he cast their way suddenly contained a hint of amusement, while Zhao Sen's response was more comical still.

All he did was yank his arm back and said sternly,

"Don't pull and tug at me."

"I don't think Director Zhang has any reason to deceive us, after all..."@@@@

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the soldiers beside Zhang Ye, fierce as wolves and tigers, the meaning in his eyes unmistakable.

The others naturally understood this reasoning, and they all looked a little disheartened.

The uniforms on these people were obviously homemade.

They certainly weren't soldiers of the Shen Zhou government.

But one thing was undeniably real.

Guns and bullets.

With these two items, they, the doctors and nurses, had no means of resistance; in other words, even if the other party weren't good people, what could they do about it?

Better to choose to believe this young man's words than to be killed off like dogs by someone else.

What if the safe zone he spoke of was real?

With this thought, many felt their fear and unease lessen significantly, replaced by an increasingly strong anticipation and excitement.

They had initially been trapped here, and even though they later had the means to leave, they rarely went out.

The survivors they encountered were mostly bandits and criminals.

Engaging in killing and robbing at will.

Even so, the survivors they met were few and far between.

Now, hearing that someone had established a safe zone outside, their hearts instantly filled with longing to return to human society, and without even waiting for Zhang Ye's urging, they took the initiative to propose gathering the supplies here.

Zhao Sen had relaxed as well.

He couldn't even remember how long it had been since he last took a hot shower; was it half a year ago?

The availability of hot water indicated that the safe zone not only had water but also electricity.

And these two things were just what medicine needed most.

They were also what survival needed most.

If Zhang Ye had said no, it would have meant he was just bluffing. Perhaps this so-called safe zone wouldn't be any better than the hospital.

But now, this worry could obviously be put aside.

It had medicine, it had doctors.

There were also plenty of supplies.

When Zhao Sen extracted an unknown liquid from the bodies of zombies for the first time, the entire hospital entered a period of security.

Zombies wandering in other buildings were lured and imprisoned, becoming new experimental subjects.

The supplies in the cafeteria were also collected and redistributed.

This place was like a haven.

Even if occasionally outsiders would break in, they were mostly scared away by the zombies locked in the rooms.

They thought life would continue like this until the government people came back.

But half a year passed, and nothing happened.

Nothing at all.

But what did Doctor Zhao just say?

"Safe zone?"

"You, you're from the government?"

An especially aged woman tremblingly asked.

Upon hearing this question, the others couldn't contain themselves any longer, and suddenly the room turned chaotic like a marketplace.

"You come now after my wife and child are dead! They're all dead!"

One person cried and wept as if crazed.

Others were skeptical, their scrutinizing gazes measured Zhang Ye, finally focusing on his young, privileged face and asked:

"Your father wouldn't happen to be xxx, would he?"

Someone instantly spat on the floor nearby.

"Fuck!"

"Damn rich second generation!"

"Shen Zhou has turned into what it is today because of scum like you!"

Zhang Ye's two bodyguards, like iron towers, stood in front of him, holding back everyone trying to rush forward, while he himself became somewhat impatient.

"Bang!"

The gunshot sounded abruptly.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a small hole appeared in the ceiling.

The two bodyguards stepped aside, and Zhang Ye slowly advanced, sweeping his indifferent gaze over the crowd: "You might have misunderstood something."

"The one who established the safe zone,"

"It's me."

"Not the government."