zombie frenzy

Chapter 719

New York City in the evening looks particularly lively.

Strolling in the streets in twos and threes, Times Square is full of people. People who have worked all day are not relaxing until this moment.

The children followed their parents, riding bicycles, pedaling skateboards, surrounded by happily, screaming loudly, and swaying their vitality to their heart's content. Those who lost their families in the catastrophe looked at their interaction with envy .

In less than a month, the gathering place has been divided into many different areas. Some places are extremely lively, while others seem extremely deserted. There was no sound, and beside the busiest Times Square, there was even a pre-apocalyptic disco bar.

A man of Mexican origin was wearing a pair of headphones, his body was swaying to the music, humming all the way and walking in a slightly quiet residential area.

Not far ahead, a white man was sitting alone on the porch, leaning against the guardrail with his legs hanging down, looking at the sky boredly, the cigarette butt in his hand was hung with long ash, he didn't know when it was extinguished, and the expression on his face His beard was full of stubble, and he didn't seem to have the energy to take care of it, his face was full of decadence.

The Mexican man's eyes lit up, he walked up to him in a few steps, took off his earphones, looked left and right, and said furtively, "Do you want some goods? It's definitely a good thing."

The white man looked down at him, stretched out his hand and flicked the cigarette butt away, "What's the price?"

"One dollar." The Mexican man hurriedly took out a small one from his pocket and handed it over, "Although it's a bit expensive, it's definitely worth the money."

The lighter was lit, and the white man inhaled the trial smoke to the bottom in one gulp, circling in his lungs a few times, and slowly spit it out with a satisfied look on his face.

"How is it? Is it strong enough?" the Mexican man said with a smile.

"Give me one." The white man took out a rolled up banknote from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

"Only one." The Mexican man seemed to feel that the trial product just now was a bit wasted. He borrowed the money, looked at it in a dark place, sniffed it under his nose, put it in his pocket, and looked around for no one. , quickly found a cigarette case in his pocket, poured out one from it, nodded, accelerated his pace, and left here in a few steps, then put on the earphones, pretended to be indifferent, and continued to shake, in the community Walk around indiscriminately.

The bill is still the same dollar bill, but with a triangle stamped on it, which outlines the shape of the island of Manhattan.

After killing the huge sea monster, the Institute of Biology accidentally discovered that the blood of this guy has the property of luminous light. After countless tests, they finally selected a matching ratio and used it to stamp on the banknotes as a present. The transaction currency of the stage.

The characteristics of the luminous light, coupled with the rotten corpse and the fishy smell of the sea monster, no one can fake it. After more than a week, the dirty blood dropped by the sea monster has long been washed away. And no one would be bored enough to collect dirty blood, so apart from the biological laboratory, there is no other place where such dirty blood exists, unless someone kills the second sea monster like this and deduces its origin. Only the formula can imitate the stamped pattern. With that time, it would be more cost-effective to find a random place to collect materials.

Five-level treatment, the standard for each meal is one dollar, and all the clothes and daily necessities for accommodation are issued by the organization. It seems that there is no chance to save money, unless people don’t eat or drink.

However, in order to better mobilize people's enthusiasm, in the area where the materials have been collected, Miya opened them up, so that these people can go to search for the missing resources when they are bored at night. Many recycling stations have been specially set up in the city. Specially purchase materials from these people.

The open area is safe, but most of the materials have been taken away by the search team, unless luckily found the hidden safe, or the vision is beyond ordinary people, and precious resources can be obtained from the waste that the search team does not want Otherwise, after one night, you may not even earn a dollar.

No matter when someone chooses to take risks, some people start to cross the safety line, enter the area that the search team has not been to, and bring back those large and small bags of supplies. The price of doing so is not that they will be eaten by zombies, but But once found by the patrol team, he would be shot dead on the spot. After recovering New York, Guo Fei would not be able to control the outside area, but Manhattan, as his old nest, would never let people reach out to find out.

After paying the price of dozens of lives, these people began to choose to cross the bridge and search in the outside area. Guo Fei no longer stopped such actions. Instead, he added a purchase station near the bridge so that they could bring back supplies.

Over there is an area that he has no ability to control for the time being. To revitalize the supplies, get the resources they need, and make the people here live better. Now, some people are able to become rich. Although they still receive the fifth-level treatment, they have started to enjoy the second-level resources with the money they earn. This makes more people start to go out, and various Jewelry and clothing, which were once considered worthless, are now on the counter again, and the materials on Miya's account book are also increasing rapidly.

Manhattan during the day and night are two different concepts. During the day, you can only see children playing and patrolling from time to time. The streets are empty and unpopular. But at night, the neon lights are flickering, people are coming and going, and it is very lively. It wasn't until after midnight that the excitement gradually came to an end. Being in it, I couldn't believe that I was in the last days.

The Mexican man kept walking in the community, the cigarette case slowly became empty, and one bill after another was stuffed into his pocket. Seeing that he had lost his target, this guy shook his body and swaggered towards the gate of the community.

A strong man with a height of more than two meters came out from the side and stopped in front of him. He was wearing only a vest and his body was covered with tattoos.

The Mexican man swallowed his saliva, took a step back, turned his head, and wanted to go back. In the place he just passed, two figures emerged from the corner of the wall where there was no one, blocking him from the left and the right.

"Boy, you've overplayed the limit." The brawny man clenched his fists, his knuckles creaking non-stop, and pushed forward step by step.

"You have found the wrong person. I am just walking around here." The Mexican man said nervously.

The strong man continued to step forward and said angrily, "You have been very active recently, robbing our supplies outside the city, poaching our women, and selling goods in my area. What do you want to do next? Tell me, and I will allow it." gone."

The Mexican man backed away slowly while looking around, "It's none of my business, I'm just new here, and I won't come back next time."

As soon as the words fell, he kicked his feet and flew to the side, his movements were so agile that he could compare with the agility of zombies.

"Leave me."

A figure blocking the road behind danced a rope with a stone tied at each end, danced a few times, and threw it at the fleeing figure.

The Mexican man fell heavily to the ground, his feet were entangled by the rope, and just as he was about to turn around and break the rope, he saw a mountain-like figure appearing in front of him.

"No, don't kill me." The Mexican man screamed.

A piece of rag was stuffed into his mouth, blocking his voice, and two big men lifted him up, one on the left and the other on the right, and quickly walked into the darkness.

The strong man looked up and looked around, and saw someone sitting on the side of the road looking at him in the distance, he nodded with a smile, turned around and followed into the darkness.

Click, click.

The fiercely struggling figure writhed on the ground, and as the soles of its feet were stomped down again and again, the figure gradually became quiet.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." The strong man squatted down, stretched out his hand and patted his face and said.

The Mexican man's face was disfigured from the pain, and all the bones in his limbs were trampled off. The evolutionary has a strong repair ability. This kind of injury is not fatal. He just wants to give the other party a warning, and he is not arrogant enough to kill people in the city. the point.

Reaching out his hand, he took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket, took out the cigarette case, shook it, and felt that there was not much left in it, and threw it to the big man next to him, "Send him back, let Victor I know the consequences of overplaying the boundaries."

The two big men nodded, quickly picked up the man, and avoided crowds and inspections all the way under the cover of darkness, until they walked one or two kilometers away and came to a remote courtyard, and then they threw the man on the ground , found a stone nearby, and threw it at the few people who were chatting not far away.

"Go and have a look." A guy heard the sound, looked into the darkness, turned his head and said to the person next to him.

"Someone pass by, there will be no monsters here."

Muttering softly, a few guys walked over, stood at the intersection, and looked around.

"Um... um... um..."

The Mexican man shouted vigorously, but with a rag in his mouth, he could only make a strange sound.

"Damn it, boss, something happened here."

Immediately, someone found his companion in the dark, stepped forward to check, and shouted in panic.

"Who did it?"

Not long after, a sinister guy came out of the courtyard, squatted in front of the Mexican man, and asked in a low voice.

"It's a member of the Speeding Party." The Mexican man said with difficulty.

"Court death, kill them."

"Head, let's kill them and kill them all."

"It's the speeding gang again. How many times has it against us?"

"Kill him."

The sinister guy stood up, squinted his eyes, looked around from left to right, and in the distance, the two figures shrank in the darkness and didn't dare to move around. After a while, the guy turned around and walked back, "Take him in and bandage him." , don’t get excited, let’s go in and talk about something.”

A simple stretcher lifted the person back to the courtyard. With the door closed, the surrounding area seemed particularly quiet. There were still people guarding the door just now. Now after the accident, none of them stayed behind, and they all retreated to the house. in.

"Bitch, it's time to deal with them like this." A figure said with a mouthful.

"Be careful, there are too many of them." The companion said, "Go, hurry over, I always feel that he seems to have spotted us."

The two figures retreated silently, and within a minute or two, dozens of people approached from all directions, standing where the figure had just stopped, the vicious guy came out of the courtyard at some point, squatted down, stretched out his hand Stirring in the dirt on the ground, he looked up into the distance, "Running very fast, let the brothers know that they are ready to act at night."

(End of this chapter)