The Famo Company's grain transport convoy was parked in the freight yard in the northeast corner of "Fire Flame City".

The surroundings of the five green-coated trucks are equipped with a five-mm thick protective deck. Through the canopy gap surrounded by iron wire, you can see white grain bags piled up in the carriage like hills. Judging from the smell, it should be corn and barley flour inside.

Along with Lin Xiang, a total of twenty-two people signed up for the escort mission. There were two more people than the rated 20 people required.

A strong man in a light gray combat suit and over two meters tall was sitting in front of the first truck. His body was covered with high and bulging explosive muscles, and the unique yellow skin of Asians was solid and tight, revealing a cruel hideous feeling.

"My name is Wang Biao, and I am the captain of this transportation mission."

A zigzag scar connects from Wang Biao's left cheek to his neck, making the whole face look even more ferocious. He glances back and forth at the employer in front of him, and his cold eyes quickly fall on a stout man with a long, homemade knife in his hand.

"You, go out-"

"Why can't I do it?" The man whipped his solid chest muscles hard, staring at him and roared: "I have strength-"

"I don't even have a gun, and I'll die in vain if I go." Wang Biao glanced at him and said coldly: "Get out! I'll take on the mission next time, remember to get a gun first."

"I have a knife, I can kill any guy who dares to block the road. Take me with me, I need money and food!" The man roared angrily.

"Bang--"

The crisp gunshots interrupted the man's endless entanglement. He lowered his head, looked at the big hole in his chest that was constantly oozing out blood, and opened his mouth and fell to the ground.

"You, come out."

Wang Biao didn't even look at the twitching corpse on the ground, and called out another young man from the crowd, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old and had a fearful face.

"roll--"

"I, I have a gun." The pale young man raised the old-fashioned gunpowder in his hand tremblingly.

"I'm telling you to get out--" Wang Biao roared, and his black and hard fist hit the opponent's abdomen and smashed it hard. The huge force hit the young man's body backwards, screaming and falling to the guardrail more than ten meters away.

A very simple and effective screening method. A team of twenty people is enough.

The destination of the convoy is the "Iron Slag City" more than 500 kilometers away.

The tires roughly rolled over the dust floating on the ground, bringing up yellow and gray all over the sky. From the asphalt road left by the old era, countless small and irregular gaps were cracked. Occasionally, you can see the wreckage of cars like metal skeletons. The peeling shell of the paint surface exposed dense traces of acid erosion. A few scattered human bones fell in the corner of the hidden frame, surrounded by unknown insects as rare food, desperately gnawing out hundreds of small holes in succession.

Sitting in the shaking carriage, Lin Xiang broke off a piece of baked cookies made of corn flour and rye paste, put them in his mouth and chewed them slowly.

In addition to the five hundred yuan remuneration, each person involved in the escort can also get two kilograms of this blocky food.

The dried and hard corn pellets are very rough in the mouth. The uncleaned wheat bran makes the mouth hurt. Slight bitterness and numbness come from time to time from time to time on the tip of the tongue. Even so, people still eat very well. Occasionally, a little bit of residue falls off, and they will dip their fingers in saliva and stuff it back into their mouths.

It is very difficult to grow clean crops on contaminated land.

When in Yanshi Town, Lin Xiang once saw refugees farming. They used simple equipment to dig up the radiation layer on the surface, took out the soil from below two meters, and watered it with clean groundwater. The impermanence of the climate and too strong ultraviolet rays made the crop harvest usually only half of the old era. The radiation dust and acid rain deposited in the air will form new pollution. After the harvest season, new soil must be dug again and repeated monotonous and heavy labor.

Compared with the various exquisite foods from the old era in memory, this rough biscuit is simply garbage in the water. But in the eyes of people who are almost crazy, any light radiation food that the body can accept is the greatest reliance on for survival.

Lin Xiang did not question Wang Biao's cruel behavior. The value of the five carts of food was almost equivalent to the same amount of gold in the old era. Men without guns and thin young people were indeed not suitable for such extremely dangerous actions. Instead of suffering from it at that time, it is better to completely cut off the signs of chaos as soon as possible.

This is the same as untrained civilians will never be incorporated into elite combat units.

The broken road winds into the distance.

The fleet maintained a uniform speed of about 80 yards. The front ends of these specially modified cars are equipped with an angled oblique bucket made of all steel. Any obstacle that dares to block the road will be torn to pieces by huge impact force and sharp shovel tips.

Wang Biao was sitting in front of the car cloak holding a bullet-filled assault rifle. Under the thick and hard short hair roots, his blue-gray scalp was exposed. Under his high-rolled sleeves, he bulged with twisted strips of muscles, covered with thick blue veins, as if he was an unusual leech that was deeply rooted on the surface of his skin and desperately sucking blood.

Lin Xiang carefully observed his gun. It should be a copy of the old m5g43. The gun body is light and has a very good distance. Although the appearance is a bit rough, it does not affect its power.

For some reason, he had an indescribable strange feeling about this vicious man. It was as if when he first met Lieutenant Colonel Hawk in Germany, his body would have a subconscious natural resonance.

It is certain that Wang Biao, like himself, is a parasite infected by the virus. As for his specific strength... Lin Xiang feels that this man is much weaker than any opponent he has ever encountered. Even... he still doesn't meet the one-star standard.

Parasites can sense each other, which has been proven in the old days. Viruses parasitize in different hosts in a way that far exceeds the five senses of humans to distinguish their own kind.

Along the way, Wang Biao never spoke to anyone. Even when he was having a meal, his face still maintained a constant arrogance and indifference.

The tiger disdains to talk to cats and dogs, and the weak can never imitate the domineering of the strong.

Lin Xiang was sure that he did not sense his existence.

This is really strange.

The afternoon sun becomes more dazzling, and the sharply rising temperatures dispel the chill left over from the morning. This abnormal weather is rare in autumn, and people's moods become irritable and nervous.

Wang Biao put the assault rifle horizontally on the roof of the car, clenched his fist and hit the cab with steel mesh, and roared repeatedly: "Accelerate, speed up quickly-"

Right ahead, there is an empty plain.

A dense crowd of black people rushed from both sides of the road. They were scrambling like ants, unable to see the edge or the end, and stretched for several kilometers, as if the black river of death extended from hell completely submerged the broken road.

Lin Xiang tightly held the shotgun in his hand.

It was a huge group of corpses with tens of thousands of living corpses.

The skinny body is hung with strands of pulp-shaped fabric fibers, the black and gray skin surface is high with clear contours. They are tightly adsorbed with the bones, and the middle seems to have lost muscles as filling. The originally plump female breasts have completely turned into shriveled wrinkled skins, hanging on the chest like wilted fruits. The male lower genitals are already difficult to distinguish, leaving only a little atrophic and raised part. Occasionally, they will always bring up a few brittle and peeling lumps.

Their eye sockets are deep and the turbid eyeballs have long lost their visual ability. The high and convex nostrils and completely disproportionate ears have given them a strong hearing and a sensitive sense of smell. This creature, which evolved based on humans in the old era, chose completely different evolutionary paths in their own unique ways.

"Run over—"

The engine roared like an angry mad lion, and the accelerator that reached its limit burst out with powerful power, and rushed into the corpse group savagely with fierce inertia that could tear everything apart.

A triangular bucket like a steel knife sets up a gradually expanding path from the layers of zombies. The tilted corners push them to both sides like building blocks. The ferocious zombies raised their thin arms, opened their disgusting and rotten mouths, and used their black and green nails and teeth to tightly clamp any part of the surface of the carriage that could be clinged. They wanted to stop the running steel giant beast, tear them apart, suck the blood of the guardian, gnaw every bone, use fresh meat that they had not tasted for a long time to fill their shrinking stomach, but were dragged away by huge inertia, and pulled them into countless broken bone pieces, and were crushed by the speeding tires into smaller powder particles.

The power of creatures cannot fight against machinery after all.

Five grain trucks drove a path of flesh and blood paved with bone pieces and skins among the corpses. Soon, the convoy that had gone far away had left the sniffing listening range that could be detected by the living corpses. The noisy black corpses returned to their original state. They staggered their feet, staring at the sky with their blank eyes, desperately looking for any information about food.

A pleasant cheer sounded in the carriage. The guards, who were so shocked by the fear scene that they could not speak, whistled and clapped each other to express their inner joy and gratitude.

"Shut up to me-"

Wang Biao, who looked gloomy, wiped the sweat from his face, pulled the gun heavily, and grinned coldly: "Do you think the 500 yuan reward is so easy to earn? Hehehehe! This is just an appetizer before the main meal. It cheers me up. Next, it is the fear of death you really have to face-"
Chapter completed!