Rebirth: I went back to the day of the zombie outbreak

This boy is quite good at pretending. Is he a boxer?

Meng Ge blocked the boy's way with an impatient look on his face and shouted:

"Hey, you said no last time, and you still don't want it this time. There are only a dozen people left in your group of 18."

"Get out of here! Don't think I'm going back to sleep." The boy seemed fearless and flashed past Meng Ge.

Brother Meng turned around, put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and then let out a scream.

I saw that the boy had already grabbed Mengge's fingers with one hand.

Even though Meng Ge was strong and muscular, he was still forced to bend over and kneel down.

Mr. Jia coughed lightly and said in a dignified manner, "Young man, don't be too arrogant."

"That's right. You don't need people, so you throw these things to us to divide, which also increases the burden on our team." Sister Mei said, looking at me.

Could it still be like this?

I remained calm and kept analyzing the operating logic of this place in my mind.

This kid doesn't need anyone, so it may seem like there are fewer people in the group, but it also reduces the burden.

Moreover, he was able to easily subdue Meng Ge, which clearly showed that he was quite powerful.

I observed the boy. He had a handsome face, but his eyes revealed an imperceptible sharpness.

He loosened his grip and walked away lazily, leaving us all looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Who is this boy?" I asked Sister Mei in a low voice.

Sister Mei smiled slightly: "I think his name is Ai Yichen. Like you, he joined later. Not long after, he became the leader of Group 18. Their group generally does not accept newcomers, so they have always maintained a strong fighting capacity."

I nodded, but was secretly alert in my heart.

If you want to survive in the end times, even in this place, strength is an indispensable element.

I looked at the third floor, where the people from my group were standing, and sighed inwardly.

This Brother Qiang really pulls everyone in.

"Damn it! Don't run, Ai."

Brother Meng covered his fingers, roared, and rushed towards Ai Yichen's back.

Without waiting for Ai Yichen to react, he hugged him tightly with his arms, trying to crush Ai Yichen with his arm strength.

This move is like being entangled by a python. There is almost no possibility of escape. Within 10 seconds, the brain will be deprived of oxygen and the person will faint.

But Ai Yichen remained calm in the face of danger. He moved his wrists and two flying knives appeared in his hands. He then slashed lightly.

Meng Ge screamed again, quickly loosened his arms and took a few steps back.

Blood flowed from his arms and dripped along his fingers.

Several people immediately rushed out from the crowd and began to bandage Meng Ge.

Meng Ge was defeated twice in a row and he must be furious.

Then he said to us, "Hey, there are four of you, why are you letting this guy named Ai mess around like this?"

Sister Mei glanced at the eight new people and said, "Forget it, forget it. It's fine if he doesn't want anyone. I can still choose more."

As she said that, she walked up to the girl, pinched her chin and looked her around.

"It's just you."

The girl was so frightened that she dared not move, and begged softly: "My two brothers, please..."

"We don't keep idle people in our group. Children have to work as well." Sister Mei pinched the cheeks of the two boys and then said to us, "I only have these three. You can take care of the rest."

After saying that, he took the three of them away.

Old Jia and Brother Meng looked at the remaining five people as if they were selecting animals.

"Hey, Baldy, what did you do before?" Brother Meng pointed at Wang Defa and asked.

"electrician."

"Electrician? What's the use of an electrician? Who of you wants to take it? What about you two?" He pointed at the young man and woman and asked.

The man pushed his glasses and said calmly, "We are geologists working in a nearby research institute, but—"

"Well, geologists are useless." Mengge looked disappointed. He didn't even look at the old man. He pointed at the skinny old lady and asked, "Can you wash it?"

The aunt trembled all over and nodded quickly.

"Just her!"

At this time, Jia Lao interrupted and said, "Brother Meng, this is a bit unfair of you, picking out the useful stuff and leaving some useless stuff for us?"

Sister Mei on the side also chimed in: "That's right, what's the point of you being able to do it alone? When all our groups are no longer able to do it, can you beat Building A by yourself?"

"Hmph, that's none of my business. Why? Mr. Jia, are you attracted to this old woman? I can't believe you're old but young at heart. Don't worry, I'll leave the young one to you."

After hearing what Mengge said, Mr. Jia no longer paid any attention to him.

Choose the young woman.

The man next to them saw this and protected the woman behind him, shouting, "If you want to choose, choose both of us."

"This boy, is he dreaming? Mr. Jia wants a woman because he wants to have sex with her. What's the use of having a man like you?" Brother Meng watched from the side and kept saying it without thinking it was too much.

Mr. Jia didn't say much, just turned around and walked towards the cell.

At this time, three or five big men rushed out of the crowd and started punching and kicking the young man.

The young man was an intellectual. He had probably been hungry for three days before coming here, so he had no strength to resist.

He was knocked down after two rounds and his glasses flew far away.

The female companion next to her cried and shouted: "Stop hitting me, please stop hitting me..."

As soon as Mr. Jia, who had already walked far away, raised his hand, several big men left the man who was beaten to death and dragged the woman back to the cell.

Now only Wang Defa, the young man, and the old man were left standing in the open space.

So, all these people are mine?

What the hell is this old Bu doing?

Does this require a greeting?

People like Wang Defa are not even looked at by others.

A question suddenly occurred to me: where would these people go if no group wanted them?

"Hey, from Group 16." Brother Meng moved a stool and sat at the door of the cell, holding a cigarette in his mouth and said, "I advise you to choose that young man. There are still nails on the rotten ship. Throw the other two out and let them go to Building F."

Building F?

I don't know where it is, but it's definitely not good.

When Wang Defa heard this, beads of sweat broke out on his bald head and he kept winking at me.

I looked away from him and towards the remaining two men, and began to weigh the pros and cons.

The young man is a geologist.

Brother Meng is right. In the end times, this kind of skill is useless.

However, he overlooked one point: geologists not only study the earth's structure and energy exploration, but also urban construction.

They were familiar with the characteristics of the land and were able to plan the most stable building structures, even those sturdy prisons.

This may not mean anything to other people, but it is crucial to me.

I looked at the old man who had been standing there motionless.

He was thin, but his bones were unusually prominent.

Even in such a harsh environment as the end of the world, he still exudes an otherworldly temperament, like a Taoist immortal.

Based on the experience of schools and hospitals, the key to surviving in the apocalypse lies in people.

Therefore, the art of managing people in a team is also an ability that cannot be ignored.

When they were selecting people before, they were just buying slaves from slave owners, with no dignity at all.

In this case, I said loudly: "Everyone, I am new here and I don't have much skills. I don't want to offend anyone, so these three will join our group 16."

"Psycho!" Brother Meng threw away his cigarette butt, stomped on it twice and cursed, "Your place is already a nursing home, and you still accept an old man there. You can expect a memorial service later."

Sister Mei and Mr. Jia also looked at me suspiciously.

I saw Brother Meng's ridicule and Sister Mei and Mr. Jia's confusion.

But I chuckled and glanced at Ai Yichen out of the corner of my eye.

He was seen leaning lazily on the armrest with a strange smile on his face. Then he yawned and entered the cell.

In Building B, there are undercurrents and complex forces from all sides.

I really don’t know how the man with glasses became the boss of Building B.

Wang Defa ran up to me and pointed at the young man still lying on the ground.

I waved towards the third floor, and the three guys who were beaten into pig heads ran down and carried the man with glasses up.

Finally, I walked up to the old man.

That old friend of mine is in his seventies or eighties, and is the oldest person here.

Before I could open my mouth, the old man opened his thin lips slightly:

"You're in big trouble."

I go?

I still hope that this old man can have some profound skills.

I didn't expect he was a charlatan who reads fortunes and tells faces.