In Beijing in September, the scorching sun was still like fire. From time to time, a few weak cicadas were heard in the lush forests in the suburbs. A gust of wind blew, and yellow sand filled the sky. On the road in the forest, a Grand Cherokee, whose original color could no longer be seen, came from the dust.

The windows of the Grand Cherokee were open, and the car audio played bonjovi's "it'smylife", which was deafening. The driver was wearing silver reflective toad mirrors and didn't mind the choking dust at all. The gray-yellow hair was fluttering in the wind, and beads of sweat were slid down the direction of the wind, leaving marks on the dusty face.

A 97 automatic rifle was placed randomly on the bridge, and several magazines wrapped with tape were scattered on the passenger seat. The ground in the cab was full of scattered shells, which were beating rhythmically with the bumps of the vehicle.

With a "bang!", Grand Cherokee shook violently. A ragged zombie was knocked on the hood, staring at her dead eyes, her mouth wide, and her hands stretched out like dead branches and waved in vain in the direction of the cab.

"Squeak!" The Grand Cherokee's tires rubbed violently with the ground, making a sharp brake sound, and the zombies on the hood flew more than ten meters away due to the effect of inertia.

"Uh." The zombie roared, and its already heavily rotten body was broken into two pieces, but even so, it still crawled towards the direction of the Grand Cherokee.

A pair of thick military boots appeared in front of its turbid eyes, and in an instant it stepped heavily on its head. With a "bang", the brain burst, and the dark brown brain tissue mixed with soil, splashed out all the way. The zombie twitched twice and then became completely quiet.

The military boots rubbed against the yellow soil. The fat man took off his sunglasses, took out a cigarette, lit it silently, and looked into the distance.

It took Zhao Qiang nearly a month to arrive in Beijing from Changsha. Along the way, there were raging zombies everywhere, and the survivors were wandering on the verge of survival and destruction. The zombies were hunting scattered survivors everywhere, and many large survivor camps were also doing similar activities and fighting without stopping for a moment.

Wuhan, Zhengzhou, Shijiazhuang, and all cities along the way have become zombies. The more prosperous the area, the more zombies there are. The only thing that makes Zhao Qiang feel full of hope is that through the high-power transmission and reception station on the car, Zhao Qiang can receive various communications from time to time.

This is Zhao Qiang's first self-driving tour in his life. He heads north along the highway, with no toll stations, no speeding fines, and no endless traffic. He drives the Grand Cherokee he picked up from the roadside and gallops on the black asphalt road.

It was not that Zhao Qiang had thought of giving up going north. In the eyes of ordinary people, leaving the protection of the large army and looking for antidote alone is no different from suicide.

The vast majority of survivors left the city center where the most densely populated zombies were and hid in the sparsely populated countryside. One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one,

In Zhao Qiang's heart, this world seems to have not changed much. In the past, it was a world where people cannibalize people, but it is still the case. The only difference is that this world is more real and bloody. In the past, most people put on military uniforms, carried guns, and stepped onto the battlefield without hesitation for the benefit of a few people. Now, there is only one reason left for the war - to survive.

In the eyes of zombies, Zhao Qiang is a large piece of fresh meat that is active, a sumptuous dinner, and they can no longer resist the desire for fresh meat at any time; in the eyes of many people who are ill-hearted, Zhao Qiang is a mobile supply station, guns, ammunition, and food, everything is available. Just a bullet or a small dagger can be exchanged for a sumptuous reward; in the eyes of those survivors who are almost desperate, this fat Mavericks bring them hope and let them understand that those zombies are not invincible.

In dealing with the bloodthirsty zombies, Zhao Qiang took simple and rough measures. Most of the time, in order to save ammunition, two heavy and sharp stainless steel hand axes would turn into the crazy dancing sickles in the hands of the god of death, harvesting the souls that should have belonged to it.

Most of the time, there is not much difference between those who are ill-hearted and those who are desperate. Some are extremely vicious, some are lewd, and some are scattered and waiting to die, but no matter what, they cannot hide their inner despair. Every time Zhao Qiang appears, he almost breaks out of the zombie group, and the dark red stainless steel hand axe is filled with murderous aura that cannot be dissolved.

Most people will be shocked by this breath, become the desperate survivor in Zhao Qiang's eyes, and eventually get an unexpected wealth. Only a few madmen who are desperate to collapse will use various means, hoping that when they turn this fat man who seems not so difficult to deal with and the supplies he carries with him into a part of his own wealth without the consent of the victim, they finally understand that those seemingly precious bullets are so worthless, at least for the dead, those bullets have no value.

Go north! Go north! No matter how many difficulties there are along the way, it still cannot stop Zhao Qiang from going north. At the foot of the emperor, there is a place of good fortune, not to mention that there is a temporary government that can send rescue teams outside. Perhaps everything will become different.

With a "bang", the car door suddenly closed. Zhao Qiang habitually turned on the radio and carefully adjusted the frequency of the radio.

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"Yunpeng, how are you doing today?"

"Just for the pure water distribution station, he has killed two wise men!" The radio waves were filled with sporadic gunshots, and the man called Yunpeng laughed and scolded: "Haodong, you should pay the box of beer you owe me, right?"

"Isn't it just a box of beer? As for what you say all day long?" Haodong muttered: "Today, my buddy buys one free one, and I just got a car full of roast duck from Jude. We two will stop drunk at night!"

"Your uncle, it's been half a year since I haven't seen a single bird. Where did you fucking the roast duck?" Yun Peng's tone was a little surprised.

"Your uncle! You don't know that there is a technology in this world called vacuum packaging!" Haodong said disdainfully: "Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Dog god zombies also want to eat roast duck. I'm working!"

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Chapter completed!