novelzi Chapter 4 Who but me to be the security chief!
Chapter 4 Who but me to be the security chief!
Zhang Ye felt that he was beginning to get accustomed to this.
At first, when he saw those zombies with blood-smeared faces, sometimes even missing half their skulls, he had been somewhat afraid.
Who wouldn't be scared after seeing that?
Those eyes, like red glass marbles, seemed as if the blood inside was about to spill out.
Catching a glimpse would make him shiver in fear.
But seeing them over and over changed things.
Every single zombie was fervently dedicated to the task in its hands.
Even though it was already pitch-dark outside, there was no sign of them resting, just mindlessly repeating the task of carrying things.
The entire first floor was quickly filled with supplies.
"Crunch, crunch."
Munching on a biscuit, Zhang Ye waved his big hand, and the two "security guards" standing at the door immediately closed it.
The production line from the supermarket to his front door was instantly cut off.
On the whole employee chart, only the two zombies upstairs in charge of generating power were still working; the rest of the numbers had turned into a faint grey.
This meant that those "employees" were resting.
"Hahaha!"
"I truly am the chosen one!"
"With so much food, it should last for at least ten days to half a month!"
Zhang Ye, in high spirits, took a big pile of snacks upstairs, then checked the battery on his phone.
Ninety-eight percent.
Not bad.
Seems they didn't slack off.
He unplugged his phone and swapped in the power bank, then contentedly lay on the bed and started reading his novel.
"What the hell is this messy crap?"
Zhang Ye frowned at the content on the screen, which read:
"At this moment, the temperature had fallen to sixty degrees below zero, but Zhang Yi felt as though he was so hot that his mouth was parched and his tongue scorched because he had long since installed a fireplace in his house?"
"What a bunch of nonsense!"
"Sixty degrees below zero in a house over a hundred square meters, heating it with a fireplace and still sweating from the heat?"
"And he even lives on the twenty-first floor?"
"Stupid author."
"Complete lack of common sense."
Zhang Ye scorned in his mind, but when he saw the author's hundreds of thousands of readers, he couldn't help feeling envious.
That must be making a ton of money!
If I had that much money—
Zhang Ye was about to indulge in his fantasy when he suddenly heard a loud crash from downstairs.
A faint sound of shattering glass could also be heard.
This is not good.
From the sound of it, it couldn't be that his own door had been broken down, could it?
Without hesitation, he grabbed his stun baton and ran downstairs, only relaxing when he saw the intact front door.
It was fine as long as the door hadn't broken.
Outside, there were far more zombies than the few listed on the employee chart.
Next, three more silhouettes approached, the "security guard" in charge of manning the door and the two "delivery guys" carrying water buckets.
In the end, even the two generators upstairs joined in.
After all, it was a matter of life and death.
The more people, the better.
The workers quickly surrounded Zhang Ye, forming a protective circle in the middle.
The new directive was simple.
Whoever comes over, just push them away.
A zombie with its belly ripped open was the first to reach the supermarket entrance.
But before it could enter, it was dragged aside by a "security guard" who rushed up from behind, and the already tottering body instantly fell to the ground.
Eight big feet had no mercy as they trampled over it.
"Ugh, aah..."
"Crack."
The sound abruptly ceased.
Zhang Ye looked down at the mush beneath his feet with disdain, mentally deducting points from the "security guard" upfront for path clearing.
This guy's brain didn't seem to work very well, huh!
Couldn't he have thrown it further away?
What if he accidentally stepped on it and got bitten?
The directive for the seven employees immediately included an additional one.
When pushing people, the harder, the better.
The effect of this directive far exceeded Zhang Ye's expectations.
He felt like he had instantly become a superstar in the spotlight, and the five employees surrounding him were his bodyguards clearing the way.
The encircling zombies were like fanatical fans, being pushed over one by one to the ground.
The stairs in front of the supermarket were quickly covered with bodies strewn about.
Zhang Ye was naturally very satisfied.
"Well done!"
"From now on, you are the team leader!"
The most ferocious No. 010 employee heard these words, and the fervor in his eyes surged even more.
A small security guard with big dreams!
A soldier who doesn't want to be a general isn't a good soldier!
A security guard who doesn't want to be a team leader naturally isn't a good security guard!
It spread its arms, its body like a crab holding its pincers high, placing itself squarely in front of Zhang Ye!
Those former colleagues are the greatest enemies!
Security team leader!
If not me, then who?
010 glared at the surrounding zombies with bloodshot eyes, but suddenly got pushed aside.
"What are you doing?"
"Standing at the door like a post!"
"Don't you know I, the boss, need to enter?"
Zhang Ye gave No. 010 a stern look, marking a big red cross over it in his mind.
With such a lack of insight, and you still want to lead?