Your Highness, zombies are coming

This scene was a bit strange. After Luna appeared, the slow-moving registrar stood beside the lady, showing no intention of sitting down. According to that respectful attitude, if there was a fully manual coffee machine here, he might Go straight to the freshly ground coffee beans.

This is not quite right, Issa thought, and he looked at the girl who was sitting casually on the side again. Her face was sweet and her smile was just right. Issa is clear, just like the ones he encountered in his missions, some politicians who don’t want to be named, or financial bigwigs who are about to flee in order to avoid justice, their eyes will reveal the same thing, being controlled The desire to get just right, and the desire to control all the time.

As for Roman, Issa doesn't feel the need to study aliens.

"I'm very glad that you can join the Keren Forest Base," Luna said. Her honey-colored eyes kept looking at Issa. It felt like a she-wolf who had found its prey. The blond young man beside her thought a little uncomfortable.

"We will always give the best treatment to an experienced "hunter" like you." She said, and then motioned to the registrar to start working, as naturally and arrogantly as if the queen was giving the order.

"We just talked about specialties, Mr. Chris." The young registrar turned the question to Roman, and he seemed to be a different person. He sat down nervously, and Issa noticed that he had been secretly He looked at the girl beside him.

"What do you mean?" Roman asked.

"Any aspect."

"..." Roman just opened his mouth, and then realized that the man next to him had secretly kicked him, so he replied with a shy smile: "Actually, I don't have any strengths, I usually play games or something."

The form for two people is very clean, with "none" written on almost every line, and such registration does not take much time at all.

"Actually, I have a plea." Issa looked at Luna, he was very sure that this woman was in a very high position. "My other brother, Carol, is missing. Maybe he's still here."

"I'll send someone to check, handsome guy, I hope you still have my business card, you can use it to meet me." Luna blinked, then she stood up, as if preparing to leave.

It almost feels like the two of them are going on a secret date, Roman thought gloomily, and then secretly thanked that the lady wasn't Issa's type.

Sirius seems to have recovered, and he is filling out the last part of the form: "About your guns and weapons, those need to be handed over to the base, and we will be reassigned to the material collection team and night watchmen by them. For safety reasons, the entire Private individuals are not allowed to carry firearms on the base."

"You can't do this." The man's expression was extremely cold, as if the registrar had abducted his girlfriend-in fact, it can be said that Issa treated those weapons like the other half of his life, Roman thought, while he himself was making the big bag of weapons a competitor.

"Oh, I will keep those guns temporarily, and no one will touch your baby." The girl who had opened the door turned around and said, she was like a tolerant employer, and she tried her best to meet the little demands of the new employees .

"Miss Romchild, you can't break the rules for him alone." The registrar said excitedly, he even stood up, and the cheap plastic chair fell to the ground. "What you are pursuing, the goal of everyone having the same starting point, and the order of the entire base, need to be achieved without violating the Ten Treaties."

"Sirius, right?" Luna finally shifted her gaze to him, she said indifferently: "I set the rules, but they are dead, and only I can change them."

"...I thought you would guarantee absolute fairness, isn't that what you insist on?"

"Unfortunately, even I can only maintain relative equality," she said, and walked out.

Sirius wasn't sluggish. After all, he seemed to admire Luna Romchild quite a lot. The situation just now was almost like the destruction of faith, but everyone will go through such moments, Issa thought, such as graduating from primary school The boys finally know that the pretty girls in the same class also have to go to the toilet.

"It's already eight o'clock." The young man with glasses glanced at his watch, and then showed an exaggerated smile: "It's just time to show our newcomers a tour of the base."

There is a thin layer of mist in the air, and there is no daytime temperature yet. The sun only hits the gray-white buildings and forms an orange halo around their edges. These concrete buildings are tall and cold, and some airflow is blocked. These buildings are compressed and blow on people one after another.

It felt like returning to a usual early morning. He just walked out of the road in the community. There was not even a speck of dust on the road, and the air was fresh enough to make people jog continuously.For the first time, Issa felt that returning to the leisurely life that seemed to be in another world two months ago was not so far away—it was just that in the future he planned, in addition to a well-collected weapon warehouse and a cabinet full of cans , There is also an alien who smiles innocently.

Isa swears viciously in his heart that he must never reveal this idea in the slightest. God knows if that cheeky man who is aggressive will stand directly on the concrete building more than ten meters away and hang a banner, and then put the man's name and the inconceivable nobleman's name. The surnames were lumped together and ended with "wedding," and Issa had no doubts about the dire assumption.

Perhaps because of his idleness, he actually seriously thought about his coping strategies. Before he realized it, someone suddenly dragged him to the corner of the alley. It was a narrow passage between two cement houses. At the beginning of planning, no one was going to pass through it, it was dark and narrow, and the width could only accommodate one person.

Worst of all, he had no way of getting out of here, the only way out was blocked by some nasty blond.

"Step aside."

"You don't look very happy." Roman said, his eyes flicked to the rough walls, looking very embarrassed.

Oh, how could I be happy, first fell in love with a man inexplicably, and then was kissed with hickeys all over his body, living like a pervert, Issa stared at the other party, and he swore that in five seconds, he would directly put this tall obstacle Kick things out.

"It's the first time I cared so much about someone. It's an indescribable feeling. I mean, I don't care who you are, what title or territory you have..."

Is this to express that I am a worthless pauper? Even though he was thinking this way, the man didn’t open his mouth. In a certain part of the corner he didn’t want to admit, those small emotional cells that could roll were beating excitedly in his brain , like some drugged-up orgy, "That bastard boy likes you too," they say in playful voices.

Roman seemed to want to say something, but the registrar seemed to find that two team members were lost, and he shouted outside: "Gentlemen, if you want to exchange feelings, you can wait until you return to the dormitory at night."

With a straight face, the man kicked an alien out.

A few minutes later, they walked out of the path, and at the end was a large gray concrete floor. There were quite a few booths on the ground or improvised with tables, and colorful papers and banners were hung in front of them, just like a middle school student. The bazaar held was chaotic and full of vitality.

"This is an open-air market. It's open every morning. They sell everything except guns and zombies." Sirius introduced, and pointed to the front. He seemed to be performing exaggerated stage plays of the previous era all the time. In the action, there is an indescribable sense of peacekeeping.

Issa was not interested in those things, but there were indeed many kinds of goods, white powder sealed in sealed bags, all kinds of peachy magazines, or blonde girls in scantily clad clothes, it seemed that nothing was forbidden in this temporary market.He thought maliciously, if Roman was dragged to the middle display stand, there would be many people paying the bill, no matter men or women—just thinking of this, Issa turned around subconsciously, and there was no such bastard behind him.

He found Roman in a small shop. The latter was chatting with the shop owner. The other party was an old man with snow-white hair, wearing a dark coat, and his body bent naturally. The age of pity.

There is a table, covered with a piece of brown linen, on top of which is a set of red chestnut wood coffee equipment, the metal part is in the shape of a vine, polished smooth, and at the same time has a little rust.And the name "Cherry Coffee" is hung on a small cardboard in the lower right corner. The coffee shop is not eye-catching at all. When you look carefully, you will feel some old atmosphere, that kind of aimless and peaceful life.

"Issa?" Roman turned his head, he was always so keen, as if the symbiote had installed a detector on him - Issa would not know, and he guessed the truth again.

"This is Miss Carmeline. She makes a lot of old-fashioned coffee. This is the first time I've heard of these things." The young man said in the tone of discovering the New World, and then he dragged Isa to the front of the shop: " Carmeline, this is my brother, Issa."

What he said seemed to be true, and Issa began to regret the brother's setting at the beginning. How many bad things did he do to get two uneasy bastards.

"You don't look alike at all," the old lady laughed, her eyes half-closed, touching those beautiful ironware, and then continued: "Don't pay attention to the nonsense of people my age, my eyes Not so good, but 60 years ago, I made coffee for a lot of important people... What did we talk about earlier, Roman?"

"I think it's Washington."

"Oh, my parents have a little shop there, and when it opens, the whole street can smell of coffee, and the gentlemen of Congress often come with their wives, in decent, beautiful clothes... I Think, there will never be such a particular time in the future." She seemed to be thinking about the past, and the wrinkles on her face couldn't hide those longings, and then she seemed to suddenly regain her senses, and looked at the two customers again.

"...I'm sorry to keep you listening for so long, do you want coffee?"

Roman glanced at Isa secretly, and the latter quickly understood, and at the same time asked a little weakly: "Is cash still accepted here?" All the US dollars on his body were stuffed in the most remote corners like waste paper. Without people, those things have long since lost all value.

Sirius, who had been standing by the side, spread his hands, "I almost forgot to tell you, the entire base only uses tokens." He took out a green plastic coin, which looked like the most commonly used ten-dollar chips in casinos, and then Reluctantly said: "Before you find a suitable job, you are unemployed, so I am very sorry."

"Oh, don't worry, these are free." The old shopkeeper began to turn the iron, and the coffee beans were slowly smashed into pieces. Her hands were small and trembling, but she was doing this. She seemed to have paid all her attention, and she carefully placed the fresh powder under the filter paper, and soon, the brewed coffee ran to the top of the still pot as if by magic.

The sweet and bitter taste pervaded in an instant, and it felt like a gradually yellowing, passing time-no matter how dissatisfied with the past life, when billions of people died, those days were like Forget about the sweetened coffee, and once it's gone, someone realizes: oh, it's such a good thing, I never noticed it.

"It's so delicate, just like I used to..." Roman didn't continue, he turned his head and watched a man who had just arrived at the shop pick up a cup of coffee.

"Ten chips for a cup of coffee," said the old lady, looking up at him, who was a six-and-a-half-foot man in his prime who looked far from a model citizen.

"I won't pay." The man grinned, and he threw the paper cup on the ground, and more than half of the brown liquid spread out: "This tastes like dog poop, even if it's free, I can't drink it go down."

The old woman frowned, she stood stubbornly in the distance, showing no sign of fear.

Issa stared at the opponent's knee, and just kicked it, and he could beat the bastard in front of him into a real dog poop——He just took half a step, and the young man behind him grabbed his sleeve— ——The idiot who made a fuss had fallen to the ground, some white spittle overflowed the corners of his mouth, and a thin metal wire was connected to the side of his neck. Issa quickly recognized this thing, it was a stun gun, applicable The range is only 20 meters.

When the small buckle is attached to the human body, an instantaneous current of [-] volts will pass through the target in less than a tenth of a second, and it only takes one click to bring down an [-]-pound bull .But this kind of thing is useless against zombies, after all, they have long been paralyzed.

"The people from the security team are really slow to come today." The temporary tour guide said with emotion. He didn't even look at the wet floor. Someone had already arrived and dragged the strong man who passed out on the ground. The body is rubbing against the ground, the whole market is full of customers and sellers, no one is surprised, and no one wants to look at him, as if he is used to it.

"What will happen to him?" Roman asked.

"The human resources department will decide, join the advance team, or directly execute, it depends on what the group thinks."

Simple, violent management methods, but effective to make one's hair stand on end.