End of the World

The Longyan team captured the remaining four or five American soldiers, but the three traitors on the Z-9 helicopter still put up a desperate resistance. They knew that they would be dead if they fell into the hands of the special forces.

The rebellious traitors were quickly suppressed and no casualties were caused to the Longyan team.

"You barbarians!"

The captain, with his hands tied behind his back, was accusing Long Yan of his atrocities.

"You will pay the price!"

Hua Zhaoxing chuckled.

"Hehe, killing you might cause trouble, but that's for later!"

"I believe you all know why we are here!"

"Huh, I will never betray my country. I'm not like you!" The captain did not forget to mock, and of course he was referring to the Z-9 gang.

"Maybe, but they are dead now!" Hua Zhaoxing said with a shrug.

This sentence had a deterrent effect on several American soldiers. They did not believe that Long Yan would have any concerns. After all, it was a tacit understanding.

"No, you thugs, we surrender and you must abide by the Prisoner of War Protection Convention!" The captain still shouted, with a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Hua Zhaoxing was so angry that he laughed. Who would follow any convention? The important thing is that it was the American military who said this, which was very ironic.

In the current international order, all conventions have lost their effectiveness.

"Prisoners of war? No, we don't take prisoners. This would be a good place to bury our bones!"

"No, you can't do this!" The captain was so angry that he was shaking.

Hua Zhaoxing was too lazy to argue with them anymore, so he asked his men to separate a few American soldiers and interrogate them separately.

"Where's your other Seahawk?"

"Damn it, how should I know? That damn pilot was killed by you!"

Faced with the black muzzle of the gun, the captain quickly surrendered. He was only ordered to refuel the helicopter on the mission and knew nothing else.

Hua Zhaoxing and Sun Changyu looked at each other and felt that he was not lying. He should be unaware of the Sea Eagle's mission.

Unfortunately, the few remaining American soldiers were the crews of the Sea Stallion helicopters, and the crews of the Seahawk helicopters were all killed in the resistance.

"What damn bad luck!" Sun Changyu couldn't help but curse. Obviously, the target had been shifted.

"Captain, what should we do now?"

Hua Zhaoxing spread out the map without replying. After studying the Seahawk's route, he felt that the target had already been diverted by other means. The Seahawk was just a smokescreen, and they should have thought of it long ago.

"The American army is divided into two groups, we still have a chance!" said Hua Zhaoxing.

"But we don't know where they are, and we're afraid it's too late!" said Sun Changyu.

"Look at the map. If the US troops are trying to escape in the valley, then the other US troops will most likely choose to bypass the valley, and the distance will more than double!" Hua Zhaoxing said, circling the map several times.

"If the US Navy carrier is in the Indian Ocean, they will definitely pass by this coast!"

"Latin America? Are we still in time?" Sun Changyu asked after taking a look at the map.

"I can only say that time is very tight and it depends on luck!" Hua Zhaoxing couldn't guarantee it, as they were already in a passive position.

"Give the order! It would be great if there was a faster plane!" Sun Changyu waved his hand. It was really uncomfortable to be in a hurry.

After a few gunshots, two Black Hawks carried the Longyan troops to fly south. Hua Zhaoxing predicted that the next opponent should be real SEALs, and he was looking forward to meeting them to complete the mission.

The zombies outside the alley resumed their aimless wandering as the helicopter left, and gradually left here, but there were still a few who did not seem to give up and still wandered around the crashed Seahawk.

"Good news, a lot of the zombies outside have dispersed!"

Wu Bin and his companions were still trapped in a building that looked somewhat shaky. What they were most worried about was Chen Guangjun's injuries, as he had already started to have a high fever.

The three of them ignored Ding Zhiwen who walked in, and He Yuxin was still helping Chen Guangjun treat his wounds.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Ding Zhiwen shook his head and found a place to sit down. These people were still resentful of him and his team.

"It's getting dark now. We must leave here tomorrow at the latest. I guess this is some place where the pastries are made!" Ding Zhiwen said to the three people.

"We are of no use to you anymore, just leave by yourself!" Wu Bin said in a deep voice.

Dafeng also glanced at Ding Zhiwen, then wiped the machine gun removed from the helicopter without saying anything.

"This is beyond the plan. Can you guys trust me for once?" Ding Zhiwen couldn't stand the suspicion of the three people.

The three of them continued to remain silent, which was actually a response.

"Forget it, I'll take a look outside!" Ding Zhiwen knew it was boring, so he walked up to the half-collapsed roof.

"Brother Bin, what should we do next?" Dafeng asked.

"We need to find some medicine and wait for Brother Jun to recover!" Wu Bin replied. They had already left the country and there was no point in rushing back.

Both of them nodded. They really needed to rest, and they still had to think more about the journey back home. It seemed that there was a terrorist group in the pasta, but it was not usually obvious.

"Let's find some food tomorrow...!"

Nothing happened during the night. After dawn, Ding Zhiwen went to find the three people.

"Are you sure you don't want to leave?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't leave, but I don't want to follow you!" Dafeng replied indifferently.

"Well, good luck to you!"

Ding Zhiwen spread his hands, packed up his things, and said to the three people: "If you want to go back, head roughly northeast!"

The three men did not respond, so Ding Zhiwen jumped down from the second-floor balcony and killed several zombies who surrounded him with a dagger. He fought and retreated, and his figure soon disappeared in the north of the alley.

"Okay, it's time for us to get going!" Before Wu Bin finished speaking, several gunshots were heard from the north, and the zombies below were attracted away by the sound.

"Why... did he shoot?" He Yuxin said slowly. With Ding Zhiwen's strength, there was no need.

"Maybe it's safe now, so I'll just do it!" Wu Bin looked in the direction of the gunshots. The gunshots were not rapid and were obviously intentional.

"I won't thank that bastard!" Dafeng shook his head and was not impressed by the special forces.

"Okay, Yuxin, you stay here to look after Brother Jun, Dafeng, come with me to find some food and see where there is a pharmacy!" Wu Bin arranged.

"Okay, be careful when you go out!" He Yuxin knew that someone needed to take care of Chen Guangjun, and it was obvious that Wu Bin would definitely not let her go out.

Wu Bin was holding an M4 with half a magazine left, while Dafeng had no other weapons, so he dismantled a stool in the house and used the stool legs as a weapon. Dafeng's strength was enough to deal with the zombies.

Bullets were very precious. Wu Bin wanted to find a cold weapon, but he couldn't find one. He didn't know how many times he had returned to the time before liberation.

"Oh!"

"laugh!"

Dafeng knocked the zombie away, then smashed the back of its head into pieces. This was the fifth zombie, and Wu Bin did not take action once.

"Damn it, why are there only chicken intestines? I can't understand a single one!" Dafeng looked at the old billboard and had no idea what was being sold.

If it was in English, He Yuxin could understand it, but pastries have their own language and she couldn't understand it either.

"Isn't this a pastry country? Why is there nothing here?" Dafeng said. The villages here should be considered relatively developed, at least there are concrete houses.

"They mainly rely on agriculture, so farmers should have food at home!" said Wu Bin.

So the two of them broke into people's houses, but they couldn't find any food.

"It's really hell, even mice would leave in tears seeing such conditions, are they all going to starve?" Dafeng smashed the clay jar containing rice, but did not find a single grain of rice.

"Sure enough, there are people who are poorer than me!" Wu Bin was really surprised. This house was bare of money.

"Ho~ho!"

Maybe the sound of Dafeng smashing the jar was too loud, which attracted the attention of the zombies. They were angry at Dafeng's destructive behavior and wanted to catch the two of them.

"Little comrade, you don't take even a single needle or thread from others, but you smash the jar that holds the northwest wind from them!" Wu Bin couldn't help but say.

"Oh my god, Brother Bin, why do you sound a bit like Qiao Lihua!" Dafeng said in surprise. He was naturally talking about Qiao Xinghua. Every time he had an argument with him, Dafeng would always argue with him.

"If you say that, Qiao Xinghua's 40-meter-long sword won't be able to be retracted!"

"Brother Bin actually hid a knife? I suggest you use the 40-meter-long sword to knock down the zombies!"

The two of them talked but quickly left the house.

There were at least five or six zombies looking at the two of them. Wu Bin didn't want to shoot, so he could only run quickly to shake them off. The zombies' joints became stiff, and their speed had slowed down compared to the beginning, except for the mutant zombies.

"Brother Bin, they haven't caught up with us, let's take a break!" Dafeng was breathing heavily. He didn't eat anything and felt a little weak.

"Okay!" Wu Bin stopped and looked around. He was already outside the village.

A light breeze blew across the fields. It wasn't snowing here, but it was still a little chilly. Wu Bin thought that the disaster had occurred before the rice was harvested, so naturally there was no reserve and no one was harvesting the rice, so it should have rotted in the fields.

The two of them rested for a while, identified the direction and then headed along the main road. Although it was called a main road, the road surface was still a dirt road, which was worse than the village road in Wu Bin's hometown.

After walking for about an hour, the two finally saw buildings again. They were far enough away from each other, which had an advantage: the zombies also dispersed.

"Brother Bin, have we traveled through time? Why isn't there a single car on the road?" Dafeng suddenly thought that he had never seen a single car here.

"Look, there's a car over there!" Wu Bin pointed to the flatbed truck on the side of the road.

There was a building next to the flatbed truck. The two of them couldn't understand the billboard outside, but there was a red cross. It seemed to be a clinic, which was very strange, as there was no village or shop nearby.

"Brother Bin, what a coincidence, there is a hospital here!" Dafeng said in surprise, marveling at its scale.

"Okay, it has probably been searched!" Wu Bin glanced at the half-open wooden door.

The clinic is right on the roadside, there are no zombies, and the locals are not stupid.

The two entered the clinic, which was extremely messy. The medicine shelves had been knocked over, and there were many packaging bags and even smelly medicines on the ground.

"What a waste!" Dafeng looked at the medicines on the ground, feeling grief-stricken. He would normally pack them all up and take them away.