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

Chapter 67 The Advancing Da Mengzi

"Brothers, they're almost here."

"Get ready to move."

The four of them got out of the car and kept an eye on the movements across the street.

The fat man had already crossed the middle of the road, and now he was slowly making his way around from beside the wreckage of the cars with a dozen workers in tow.

As the distance closed, their excitement grew.

It had been too calm inside the mall for far too long.

When the dignified woman on the TV announced that the country was entering a state of emergency and required all citizens to cope with the crisis at hand, everyone's heart felt like it was ignited with fire.

It burned more fiercely as time went by.

Eventually, under the pressure of despair and fear, it twisted into a powerful desire for destruction.

It seemed only through this could they vent the dissatisfaction and anger in their hearts.

Now, the opportunity had come.

The man in the lead spat on the ground.

His three companions immediately chuckled and shuffled a few steps forward.

The wooden sticks in their hands were uniformly studded with nails, and with just a powerful swing and a fierce yank, the nails would instantly tear through human skin.

The dozen workers were absolutely disregarded by these men.

Merely laborers who moved bricks.

What was there to fear?

These men were known to be honest and easy to bully, their high-pressure work environment making them all extremely tolerant.

Even if the manager shat on their heads, they would smile and praise him for being amazing.

But something seemed off.

They were too quiet.

Especially the fat man leading them.

He walked towards them with his belly thrust out, his red cap drooping to one side, looking lethargic.

His footfalls were slapdash as if he was wearing slippers.

But who would wear slippers at a time like this?

Was he courting death?

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One of the men curiously looked toward his feet, his pupils suddenly shrinking to pinpoints as he hurriedly stepped backward several paces.

Pointing at the fat man who was almost upon them, his hand trembling, he said:

"It, it, it!"

"It's dragging its feet while walking!"

This sentence was like a thunderclap exploding beside the others' ears.

Dragging its feet... walking?

Could it be—

"Help, I don't want to die!"

The driver cried out for help, but his body was uncontrollably dragged out.

Seeing this, the leading man hurriedly pulled the door shut.

The key was already in.

Vroom—rumble rumble—

The moment the car started, the shovel smashed down once more!

The man swiftly ducked to one side, countless shards of glass pelting his face like rain, and the passing shovel cleaved into the adjacent seat!

He didn't have time to hesitate and floored the gas pedal firmly!

The car lurched forward!

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At this time, Zhang Ye was at the southern gate of the residential area.

Luo Xin and Liu Qingqing had already returned with the transportation department's people.

The two almost left at the same time as Zhang Ye, except their destination wasn't the generators, but the fuel to power them.

As the power consumption of the villa area increased, the demand for fuel naturally grew.

Luo Xin, as the head of the energy department, was not only responsible for fixing generators but also tasked with leading her employees to find fuel.

Previously, they had always sourced it from the fuel tanks of abandoned vehicles nearby.

But now that was clearly inadequate.

Too little supply for the workload.

So she and Zhang Ye decided to target a privately-owned gas station nearby.

In less than half a day, they brought back three trucks full of fuel.

Given the current consumption of the generators in the villa area, even if they ran twenty-four hours a day, the fuel would be enough to last for two to three months.

And that gas station, naturally, became the property of their company.

To prevent people from stealing fuel while they were away, Liu Qingqing specifically left a few zombies to patrol there. As soon as someone approached, they would run back instantly.

There was only one purpose.

To send a signal.

There was no choice, as the company was short on manpower.

Most of it was allocated to the engineering and security departments, with the energy department taking up much of the remainder.

To talk about setting aside a dozen zombies to watch the gas station, even the few designated signalers were carefully handpicked by Liu Qingqing from the zombies at the gas station.

The selection criteria were simple: preference was given to those with longer legs and the ability to run fast.

The chosen zombie was named Niu Xiang.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye was momentarily stunned.

That name sounded familiar; wasn't it the same as his former boss's?

He was often involved with other men's wives but was never caught.

All because he could run fast.

In the underworld, he was known as "the flying bull."