Baiyueguang professional account

City B port warehouse.

The two vans were full, and Zhang Da, the leader of the team, was smoking a cigarette and leaning against the door, his brows clearly shrouded in a layer of irritability.

"Why don't you come?" He clicked his tongue, and the precious cigarettes in his mouth became stale, "Don't let anything happen."

The eleven of them are all in Zhu Qinglan's team, and Zhang Da is the second in command. Usually, when they collect supplies separately, Zhu Qinglan leads half of them and Zhang Da leads half.

Zhang Da and Zhu Qinglan have a very good relationship, more like brothers who have been worshiped than friends.

Someone at the side comforted him and said, "Impossible, Zhu Qinglan is so powerful, when did he miss?"

"Not necessarily." A person who doesn't have long eyesight said worriedly: "What if the two newcomers who came here today are slowed down? By the way, did you see that handsome man yesterday? I'm sick, and I've been in a wheelchair since receiving my meal last night."

"Really?!"

"I did not see."

"I didn't either..."

Seemingly aware of the importance of the situation, Zhang Da became more and more irritable. He scolded a few team members who were gossiping, then took a cigarette and paced beside the car.

Now that the communication system is paralyzed, they can't contact each other, so they can only worry.

Suddenly, a street pointed to the main road and said in surprise: "They are coming!"

Zhang Da looked over immediately, and saw a familiar van slowly approaching...

Followed by three off-road vehicles and a black armed escort vehicle.

Zhang Da: ...

The overwhelming sense of oppression.

Is this a survivor?Why does it look like it was being manipulated by others.

When the van approached here, Zhu Qinglan got out of the car safe and sound. Although Zhang Da was vigilant about the cars behind him, he was relieved. He came over and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Why is it so late?"

"There was an accident, our car was full, so we don't need to load any more."

Zhang Da's eyes widened in surprise: "There are so many stocks over there? It's good, we can send the things back, and we can come back again."

The implication is that there are still things in the warehouse at the port that have not been cleaned up.

In the past, Zhu Qinglan would have had a gratified smile on his cold face, but today, his expression was particularly solemn.

Zhang Da guessed that it had something to do with those cars.

Since they met and talked, the people in the cars behind have never got off.Zhang Da also noticed that the two newcomers who suddenly joined the mopping team this morning did not get off the car.

A bad premonition welled up in his heart, Zhang Da quietly winked at Zhu Qinglan.

"what happened?"

Zhu Qinglan paused, and said, "Those people are here to deliver medical supplies to Dr. He."

Zhang Da was taken aback, "Really?"

"Really, I checked their goods just now, and they are indeed medical items."

"Isn't this a good thing? Why are you frowning?" It was Zhang Da's turn to not understand. At first he thought it was some evil force, but after a long time of trouble, he found out that the other party was a friendly army.

"They are very powerful." Zhu Qinglan said: "And I had a little trouble with them."

There is no conflict between finding out that the other party is here to deliver supplies and having an unpleasant experience with yourself.

"……That's it?"

"Isn't that enough? They don't look like talkers."

Zhang Da was speechless for a moment, as if he didn't understand Zhu Qinglan's concerns, he changed the subject naturally, "What about the two newcomers? Are you scared?"

Hearing this, Zhu Qinglan raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Da was not polite, so he told Zhu Qinglan what he had heard.

Zhu Qinglan frowned after hearing this, and said in a low voice, "Restrain yourself when you hear this, it's too disrespectful."

"Is it fake that he is in a wheelchair? He is actually sitting and playing?"

"He has an old disease in his leg, which has nothing to do with the present. Being able to survive proves that he is very powerful."

Zhang Da was silent for a few seconds, but did not continue to say anything.

An Mo slept in the car for a while, but his sleep was not sound. After parking the car, he felt nauseated. He frowned and opened his eyes, meeting Xin Lang's concerned gaze.

He smiled palely: "It's okay, I'm fine."

"You look ugly."

"It's mainly because of motion sickness." After An Mo finished speaking, he glanced at the scene outside and the few people scattered nearby, knowing that they had arrived at the port, so he said, "Let's go down and have a look."

Xin Lang was full of reluctance, but he still helped An Mo out of the car.

As soon as they got out of the car, a person got off from the off-road vehicle behind, and it was Si Ang.

Si Ang ignored other people's gazes and walked straight towards An Mo. Seeing that his expression was not good-looking, he frowned and asked, "What's wrong? The wound is uncomfortable?"

"No, motion sickness." An Mo said, "I've been driving very carefully, but I don't know what's wrong, I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach."

"What did you have for breakfast?"

"Porridge and biscuits."

The food was fairly bland and quite satisfactory, Si Ang frowned, stared at An Mo for a while, and said, "Your face is very pale."

"I know, Xin Lang told me just now."

"Oh?" Si Ang raised his eyebrows, and looked at the man who was staring at him, "Can he still talk?"

An Mo pursed his lips, restrained his smile, "Don't say that."

Si Ang smiled calmly, "Just kidding, don't be nervous."

"Don't make such jokes in the future. Xin Lang doesn't like it, and I don't like it either." After An Mo finished speaking, perhaps because of his physical discomfort, he let out a long breath, "I want to go over there to get some air."

An Mo was referring to the edge near the sea.

Xin Lang silently supported him and walked over there, Si Ang didn't lose face because of An Mo's refusal, and walked behind them.

When Xiaoxin passed by, the other party hesitated to speak.

An Mo didn't notice Xiaoxin. When he came to the port, he breathed the sea breeze air, and he inflated again like a deflated balloon being inflated again.

"It's much better." An Mo patted Xin Lang's hand and said, "My forehead doesn't hurt anymore."

Xin Lang hummed and said, "Okay."

"don’t worry."

"it is good."

"You look really cute when you're worried."

"..."

Being teased verbally, all Xin Lang could do was turn his eyes away and look at the distant sea with red ears.

A tall figure suddenly stood over from the other side. An Mo looked sideways and found that it was Si Ang.

"Why did you follow here?"

"Can't you come with me?"

"Not really." An Mo turned his head and looked at Zhu Qinglan not far away, "I thought you were going to say something to Zhu Qinglan and the others."

"There's nothing to say, we'll leave the goods and we'll go back to City C." Sion didn't care at all.

Just before getting into the car, Si Ang told the story, roughly meaning that they received a drug support request from the Research Institute of City B a long time ago, saying that they could suppress the vaccine against the zombie virus, because the person who contacted them at that time He is also He Xu's teacher, quite famous, so the Survivor Base in City C deliberated and decided to support him.

Later, when the professor had an accident, He Xu took the top spot, and the person who handed over became He Xu.

This medical support was sent out half a month ago, and the support has only arrived now. The time is not too short. It can be seen that the communication system between cities is gradually collapsing.

"Actually, there was another car, but there was an accident and all of them were killed."

An Mo's face darkened, he looked at the four cars, and after a long silence, he asked, "I heard you say that you were abandoned, what does that mean?"

"Is it difficult to guess? Teacher An." Once learned that An Mo is a kindergarten teacher, Si Ang would call An Mo "Teacher An" from time to time, "We will be held accountable if we are short of supplies. It's better to just drop the pick."

"...What?" An Mo frowned incomprehensibly, "Why are you being held accountable?"

"There are so many less things, of course it is a problem of transport personnel."

"This is the end of the world." An Mo was completely speechless, "It's a fluke to survive, why should you care about those trumped-up charges?"

Si Ang stared closely at An Mo, his dark pupils flickered with tiny rays of light.

After a long time, the corner of his lips curled up, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

"Only you would think so." After a pause, he whispered, "That's great."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards Zhu Qinglan and the others without looking back, obviously he had business to discuss.

An Mo looked at his back with an ugly expression on his face.Even though it is the end of the world, there are more rules than in the peaceful and prosperous age.In particular, the rule of accountability for material shortages is so ruthless that it is outrageous.

And judging from Si Ang's reaction, they acquiesced to this rule, even though this messy logic is simply fantasy in the eyes of ordinary people.

He is not qualified to ask further questions, but after hearing about this incident, he can't pretend that nothing happened.

After a short break, the group prepared to return.

Sitting back in the car again, An Mo's face was still not very good-looking. He was weak just now, but now he is serious.

Xin Lang kept watching silently, his big hand never leaving An Mo's, he put the cool hand with well-defined knuckles in his palm, and held it carefully.

As soon as Zhu Qinglan got into the car, he saw An Mo's expression. He was silent for a few seconds, and asked in a way that didn't fit his character: "What's wrong?"

An Mo came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's nothing...Zhu Qinglan, can I ask you a question?"

"what?"

"If there is an accident in our collection of materials this time, a group of people did not go back, or the materials were missing by one truck, will you be held accountable?"

Zhu Qinglan was expressionless: "What?"

"That is, will you be held accountable?"

"I will break the legs of anyone who dares to pursue responsibility."

An Mo: "...It's pretty good."

This is a normal reaction.

He was obviously making sacrifices for the living, but he was shackled by a layer of shackles of responsibility.

The car started, and this time An Mo was awake, looking at the flashing scenery outside.

Countless images flashed through my mind, experienced, imagined, and presented by the original plot...

Speaking of which, why did Si Ang and the others set up their own mercenary team in the original book?

An Mo vaguely understood the reason.

The Survivor Base in City C was reshuffled once in the original book, because the original government's inaction caused many people to choose to leave the shelter.It was also at this time that Si Ang and the others set up their own mercenary regiment, ready to travel around and make the world their home.

When he saw Si Ang before, he was still wondering why he met the protagonist Gong outside the plot line.

Thinking about it now, everything seems to make sense.