The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

"Master, we are escaping from the city. There is really nothing in the car. If you don't believe me, come and see it. If there is anything, I will give it to you!"

A tall, strong man explained with a frown, his body language was very rich, he gestured towards the carriage, and his words and expressions showed that he was very anxious.

"No, no, the rules of our village are that you can't cross without supplies. Take another way, or you can cross on the river bed. According to the rules, we only guard the bridge and don't care about the river!"

The people guarding the bridge shook their heads and were very principled.

"I am traveling with a disabled person who has leg problems. It is difficult for him to walk across the river bed. Please be accommodating. I really don't want to cause trouble!"

The tall man's eyes narrowed and he touched his waist. Before he could pull out his gun, the other party had already pointed two blunderbuss at him.

"I advise you not to think wrongly. If we in Xidaying Village dare to collect tolls here, we won't be afraid of causing trouble!"

The bridge guard looked serious and pointed the gun steadily at the tall man.

"Don't say you are one or two people, even if there are ten or twenty people, we are still not afraid. We advise you to calm down!" Another person echoed.

"What the hell..."

The tall man looked embarrassed and looked back at the way he came, as if he was worried about someone catching up behind him. Just when he was about to open the door and get in the car to leave, he suddenly saw several figures walking from a distance on the opposite side, and among them The two of them asked him to stay on the spot.

"You, you are... you..."

The tall and muscular man pointed at Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu who had walked across from Juma. He was speechless for a moment, with disbelief written on his face.

"This person..."

Zhang Su also frowned and looked at the tall man opposite him. He looked familiar, but there were some scars on his face, and there was a diagonal scar on the bridge of his nose. His appearance had changed a lot, and he couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

Seeing this scene, Ma Changshou quickly asked several of his men to put away their guns, in case the man opposite was an old acquaintance of Boss Zhang. Now at this critical moment, it is better to do less than to do more. The tolls are not much, but don't let it happen because you are young. Li formed a feud with Zhang Su and his gang...

"Brother Su, he is, he is, holy shit, he is a physical education teacher!"

Zheng Qianyu's eyes widened and she pointed her baseball bat forward.

"Duan Wuhu?"

Zhang Su blurted out, and in an instant, a large number of memories came to his mind.

A tall and strong figure suddenly appeared at the door of the unit while fighting zombies. He stood by the window and greeted him to take a last look at the house that was engulfed in flames. He took out instant noodles and exchanged them with Qin Ya to ease the atmosphere...

Those scenes seemed like just yesterday, but they were already so far away.

"801!"

The tall and muscular man was Duan Wuhu who once lived in the same unit as Zhang Su. After such a long time, he had forgotten the names of Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu, but he remembered that the couple opposite lived in 801!

Like Zhang Su, Duan Wuhu also had scenes flashing through his mind at this moment.

"You are the two of 801!"

Duan Wuhu pointed at Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu with some excitement.

"Quickly, make way for this boss!"

Ma Changshou was very alert. Seeing that Zhang Su and Duan Wuhu knew each other, he immediately asked people to move Juma away.

"Wait a minute!"

However, Zhang Su waved his hand to stop the working villagers and looked at Duan Wuhu with a complicated expression: "Your surname is Duan, right? A physical education teacher at No. 7 Middle School!"

"Yes, it's me, little brother, I'm sorry, I forgot your name..."

Duan Wuhu shook his hands slightly embarrassed.

More than two months later, when they met again, Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu's appearance had not changed much, but they had not been cleaned up and their skin was a little rougher, but Duan Wuhu seemed to have changed his appearance.

This made Zhang Su feel sad and doubtful about Duan Wuhu's experience, so he didn't let anyone move away immediately.

"Teacher Duan, how many of you are there? Where do you come from?"

Zhang Su asked cautiously.

Duan Wuhu didn't care about Zhang Su's caution. He had been struggling in the apocalypse for so long and had understood many things. He said: "Brother, there are only two of us. Alas... a lot of things have happened. I can I’ll tell you slowly. Can you let me go now? Find a place and we’ll talk slowly!”

"I can hand over all the weapons to you, and I guarantee that I won't cause any harm to you."

While talking, Duan Wuhu took out a pistol from his waist. In order to dispel the other party's concerns, he grabbed the muzzle of the gun and threw it directly opposite Juma.

Zhang Su stretched out his hand to catch it, his eyes still locked on Duan Wuhu. There was so much intrigue, who knew if he might take out another gun while throwing it away.

Zheng Xinyu followed Zhang Su around, and her suspicions became more and more serious. She inserted the baseball bat into her backpack and was aiming the gun at Duan Wuhu...

"Brother, this beauty... I only have a gun, nothing else. Damn it, you have rifles, you are so awesome!"

Duan Wuhu shook his hands and patted his body everywhere to show the other party that he really didn't hide anything.

Click.

With a soft sound, Zhang Su unloaded the magazine of his pistol. There were bullets in it. He pushed up the magazine and said, "June 4th, this is a police pistol. Where did it come from? Qin Ya found it for you?"

"Qin Ya..."

As if this name had some kind of magical power, Duan Wuhu fell into thinking and murmured: "No, it's not Officer Qin..."

After saying that, Duan Wuhu seemed to be lost in memories, lowered his head and said no more.

"Boss Zhang, look..."

Seeing the silence, Ma Changshou pointed at Juma in front of him. Does that mean, do you want to move away?

Zhang Su saw Duan Wuhu's dejected look, nodded and said: "Move away!"

"Thank you, thank you brother, what's your last name? Thank you for this, this beauty with a gun..."

When Duan Wuhu saw the other party moving away little by little and refusing to let them cross the bridge, Duan Wuhu's disappointed mood subsided.

"Zhang, Zhang Su. You say it yourself..."

Zhang Su pushed Zheng Xinyu with his elbow.

"My name is Zheng Xinyu. I am Nuyu's uncle. If you want to build relationships, you must at least remember other people's names!"

Zheng Xinyu put away her aiming and alert posture, but still held the rifle in front of her chest. She was very troublesome at first sight.

"Yes, yes, brother Zhang, Miss Zheng, I remember them all... Oh, don't mention them in particular these days."

Duan Wuhu couldn't help but have red eyes when he recalled the scenes in Shengqin's home, and then looked back on the recent days.

Seeing an acquaintance who was not an acquaintance, Zhang Su also felt something in his heart. When Juma moved out of the way, he said: "My car is parked at the entrance of the village in front of me. It's a RV. You can drive the car over and let's talk!"

"Hey, okay!"

Duan Wuhu was very happy. After getting in the car, he quickly stepped on the accelerator and drove slowly across the bridge.

When the car passed by Zhang Su and the others, through the dark car wrap, he saw another person in the back of the car. When he looked at that person, the person was also looking at him. Because of the car wrap, Therefore, it is difficult to distinguish the appearance.

"Wait a minute!"

Zhang Su shouted to Duan Wuhu who was continuing to drive forward.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhang?"

Duan Wuhu responded in surprise.

"That person in the car is your brother?"

Zhang Su doesn't remember Duan Wuhu very well, but he clearly remembers Duan Sihai who drove a train from the underground parking lot to attract monsters.

If it weren't for Duan Sihai, Zhang Su and his party would have left Shengqin's home two days in advance and would not have met the milkman Wang Guangjun.

"no……"

Duan Wuhu was very depressed and shook his head: "It's not Sihai, it's a friend. Brother Zhang, I'll tell you in detail later!"

Zhang Su saw Duan Wuhu wink at him imperceptibly, guessing that he was considering the crowd, so he nodded, pointed ahead, and signaled for him to continue walking.

He was not afraid that the other party would run away with a kick of the accelerator, because he could see some clues in the other party's eyes.

After the car had driven out for a while, Ma Changshou walked up to Zhang Su and said, "Boss Zhang really has a lot of friends. He has friends all over the world, haha."

"Do you blame me for delaying your business?"

Zhang Su joked as he walked forward.

"No way! My old horse is not that stingy."

"Believe you!" Zhang Su nodded with a half-smile.

Early on, Zhao Dezhu and Guo Dachao were on alert when they saw a car approaching. When Zhang Su approached, they asked with their eyes.

"Zhuzi, Dachao, you and Village Chief Ma are going to get things. Remember to pick two decent three-bouncers, not the shabby ones!"

"Oh, okay!"

"understand!"

The two of them glanced at the tall, strong man who came out of the van. Without saying anything, they followed Ma Changshou towards the village with guns in hand. The boss had things to do, and they also had their own work to be busy with.

"Teacher Duan, won't your friend in the car get out?"

Zhang Su knocked on the car window.

"Weijun, please say hello. Brother Zhang is an old friend. We used to live in the same unit in the same community!"

Duan Wuhu put his head into the car and said hello.

Squeaking, the slightly distorted car glass was pulled open, revealing the face of a gentle man. His long, greasy hair had fallen to his shoulders. He was wearing a pair of glasses, but the left temple had been broken and tied several times. adhesive tape.

Even so, it can be seen that he looks gentle and maintains a quiet temperament.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, my name is Fu Weijun. I have difficulty moving my legs, so I won't get out of the car. Please forgive me."

Zhang Su saw Fu Weijun shake his legs. They swung very naturally, without any force at all. It was obvious that his lower limbs were paralyzed.

"Hello, Mr. Fu. You have a good rest. Teacher Duan and I will go to the car and have a chat."

"Please."

Fu Weijun smiled and nodded.