zombie frenzy

Chapter 848
Smith sat in the newly opened cafe, sipped his mouth, turned his head sideways and looked at the crowd carrying big and small bags on the street, and shook his head slightly.

At this time, the senator could no longer see his distressed appearance. His suit was straight, his hair was neat, and his fingers holding the cup were clean without any calluses. He seemed a bit out of place with the survivors around him.

In just one month, Smith seemed to have returned to his original life, without bodyguards or assistants, and life did not get worse.

Smith took out a few banknotes with the New York stamp from his pocket, pressed them lightly under the coffee cup, stood up, smiled and nodded with the waiter, and strode out.

At the door, two guys walked towards each other, the three of them shook hands, chatted a few words in a low voice, looked left and right, and left the street quickly.

"This old guy." The waiter came over and picked up the money, looked at it carefully, and stuffed the extra money into his pocket with a smile.

The consumption here is not high, one New York banknote is enough, but every time the old man comes over, the tips he gives are several times the price, which makes her happy, but also can't help but wonder where this man came from money.

Every time I will carefully identify the authenticity. In the last days, everyone here is working hard to support themselves. Otherwise, they can only rely on relief to eat hard bread. The waiter has never seen someone like him Well, if it wasn't for the fact that the unique taste of money could not be imitated, she would have suspected that this guy was printing counterfeit money.

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On the shore, a group of people gathered together nervously. A few guys picked up a piece of zombie flesh with sticks and kept shaking it on the water surface. The companion next to him was holding a steel fork and was cautiously vigilant.

After being caught on a large scale, the number of zombie fish is very small now. In the past, they would jump out of the large group when they stretched out their hands, but now it is difficult to see one for a long time. While it is safe, it also makes it difficult to complete the task. Sometimes these guys are forced to Like throwing fish food before fishing, throw a lot of corpses into the river to attract them.

However, the number of zombie corpses is limited, and New York will only provide them with a few every day. If there are too many, they are worried that they will not only attract huge schools of fish, but also worry about attracting sea monsters.

Not far from the shore, several big men were cutting up the zombie fish with tools, and carefully removed the scales on it.

A guy came down from the embankment, he seemed to be familiar with those big men, he greeted with a smile, and then strode towards the shore.

"How is it? How many harvests did you get today?" the guy said loudly.

His eyes flickered, and the corner of his eyes quietly looked at the big man handling the fish scales, and the guy carrying the flesh said, "There are only two, damn it, they are getting less and less."

"Don't worry, there are endless monsters in the sea, put them down, I will apply to the administrative center for more bait when I have time." The guy said loudly.

Seeing that the person over there lowered his head and stopped paying attention here, this guy leaned forward, as if he wanted to see if there were zombie fish in the water, moved his hand forward, and no one noticed the paper ball without putting it into the pocket of the man carrying the flesh and blood.

"Next week." The guy whispered, and then shouted loudly, "Come on, you can do it."

"Are you leaving?" the big man handling the fish scales raised his head and asked.

The guy kept walking and said with a smile, "Let's go, there are too many things to do all day long, and I have to rush to the factory."

"Why do you care about him?" The companion next to him spat on the ground and said in a low voice, "This guy is not a good person, damn it, and I don't know where he went, but he became our boss. Before the catastrophe, he was A little bastard, he snatched it from the supermarket I was in."

"Okay." The big man who spoke said helplessly, "Now is the end of the world, don't think about the past, he is the leader, remember, he is your boss."

The companion lowered his head and muttered, "Sooner or later, I will take off his mask and let everyone see who he is, sooner or later."

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The days go by, New York, outside the bridge, the colony.

The atmosphere became a little weird. Some sensitive people sensed something was wrong, and took advantage of the opportunity to go out to search for supplies and fled away. Others, who were unwilling to apply for the job before, are now crying and begging to find a job, happy left here.

In the cafe, the waitress looked around, frowning slightly. The old man who came to tip her every day hadn't appeared for a few days, and the huge tip was missing, which made her feel uneasy when she had already made a budget for extravagant consumption. .

Unknowingly, the footsteps of the pedestrians became hurried, and the faces of the patrolling guards became more serious. Although they were still the same as before, when they saw familiar people smiling and greeting, their tone was a bit more blunt.

Some people are talking to each other with their eyes. In the safe outer city of New York, there have been no weapons for a long time, but now, many people don’t know what is bulging under their clothes. The number of survivors participating in the market is also increasing. Slowly In order to ensure that there are stalls, people began to line up all night, so that in the dead of night, a group of people gathered outside the bridge at any time.

The waitress watched silently, her face a little ugly, she looked at the busy boss next to her, hesitated for a long time, wanted to speak a few times, but finally endured it, walked around the store, wiping the tables and chairs.

"Boss, I have something to ask for leave this afternoon."

"What can you do? Don't you just earn a few tips and want to spend them, no approval."

"I really have something to do, please, I'll just ask for an hour."

"Did I say you will die if you don't buy anything?"

"I'm not shopping. I really have something to do. I know the whereabouts of my aunt. She's in New York City. I want to find her."

"Really? Why have you never heard of it?"

"Really, I didn't lie to you."

"Okay, okay, it's only one hour, remember, you won't use it after the time has passed."

……

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Laura and Pippi sat there like sculptures, staring at the bridge in the distance.

This posture has been maintained for a long time, Miya looked back helplessly, shook her head, and continued flipping through the documents in her hand.

There is no one to play with them. The two little girls are busy with several big markets outside, and they are also busy with the recruitment package. Compared with Miya, it is even more chaotic. There is no way to take them with them, and they have to leave all the time. There is no way for them to come and go, but they can only be locked up with Miya.

"Guo, Guo."

Suddenly her arms were grabbed by a pair of small hands, Laura shouted excitedly, her head pointed towards the direction of the bridge, and at her feet, Pippi jumped up and down, barking loudly.

Miya turned her head and glanced, and touched her little head helplessly, "That's not Guo's car, he changed the car, good boy, he'll be back in a few days."

Laura pursed her mouth, her big eyes were foggy, she walked to the window in frustration with her head down, and pulled Pippi's ears with one hand. The two little guys sat next to each other, watching weakly.

"It's been more than half a month."

Miya looked at the desk calendar on the table, the date on it was circled with a red pen, and there was a black question mark behind it, maybe it was the day when Guo Fei came back, maybe it wasn't, it was just said during the correspondence, No one can be sure.

Aggressive.

"Come in."

Miya rubbed her eyebrows, put down the document in her hand, raised her head, and stood up in surprise, "Aunt Camilla, I haven't seen you come to my place for a long time."

"Aunt Camilla." Laura stood up excitedly, and rushed over with open arms, "Little Cat misses you, did you bring ice cream to Little Cat?"

"My lovely little cat, how could auntie forget you." Camilla said with a loud laugh, raising the bag in her hand.

The two little guys sat side by side, one was holding the ice cream and licking it in small bites, and the other had a big bone at his feet, crunching and chewing excitedly.

"Pippi, do you want to have a bite?" Laura looked at the big bone, tilted her head and thought about it, and stretched out the ice cream in her hand.

Pippi looked at her vigilantly, bit the big bone in his mouth, and took a few steps back until he was away from the claws, then put it down, stared at her and carefully bit the bone.

"Hmph, bad Pippi, I'm ignoring you." Laura swallowed, and angrily ate the ice cream.

"These two little guys."

Miya looked at the two of them with a smile, and turned her head to greet Aunt Camilla to sit down, "Why are you here today when you are free, not just to deliver food to them?"

Aunt Camilla smiled and did not sit down, but walked to the door, slightly opened a gap to look out, then walked back, leaned into Mia's ear and whispered, "There is a situation, the city It's not quite right now."

Miya looked at her suspiciously, and Aunt Camilla said, "I have a relative outside the city. She told me something, and the girls under me heard it too. God, how could these guys be like this? Zombies are all Still wandering in the wilderness, they can't sit still."

"What happened?" Mia asked puzzled.

Aunt Camilla blinked, "What? Don't you know anything?"

"Know what?" Mia felt something was wrong.

As Aunt Camilla told, Miya's complexion gradually became ugly, her face was ashen, she sat beside her without saying a word, clenched her fists, and her knuckles cracked.

"Eugene, Musketeer, you two come over here, now."

After sending Aunt Camilla away, Miya sat there alone, silent for a long time, picked up the walkie-talkie on the table, wanted to contact Guo Fei but stopped, her eyes flickered, hesitating and not knowing who to trust , It was not until a long time later that Eugene Musketeer, who was in charge of the city's security, was notified.

As for Amy and Alice, they will never have any problems, but because of this, she dare not notify them casually.

The appearance of Aunt Camilla can be said to be to deliver food to the two little guys, and to inform the two that they need to ask about work matters, but if there are more people, it will inevitably make people suspicious.

The few of them live together, so Miya doesn't need to find them right now. At night, when no one is paying attention, she has a lot of time to discuss with the two girls.

Who else can you trust?
Miya unconsciously picked up a pen and twirled it in her hand, frowning, thinking secretly.

A lot of people have been sent out. At this time, New York's defense is at its lowest. Guo Fei, Mark and the others went out to fight, and those soldiers and cadets were also upgraded to captains. They followed all over the world, and those who came here first Now he has become the chief of each newly recovered city, and even the lieutenant colonel's command center is left alone, and the rest of the officers have also been sent out.

With the shortage of manpower, the factory has been replaced by survivors recruited from outside. Only the R&D department, the special processing plant is still the old New York survivors, and most of the rest are newly recruited. Even the administrative center logistics center , which are basically the girls who were rescued last time.

In fact, the old survivors are not necessarily loyal, and they were the ones who rebelled after several accidents. Miya felt a chill in her heart, squinted her eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly sneered at the corners of her mouth, "Okay, just right Take this opportunity to catch them all."

(End of this chapter)