zombie frenzy

Chapter 884 Generous Cruz
pittsburgh.

There were people coming and going on the street, and some guards were holding guns, walking proudly, loudly yelling at pedestrians on the side of the road from time to time, asking them to untie their bags and check the items inside.

Someone reached out and took out items and stuffed them into their pockets. The owner finally dismissed them with a smile on his face, spit angrily behind his back, rearranged, sighed, and began to think about whether to change the place to continue the business.

There is a lot more rubbish on the road, and the flow of people is much less than before. After the change of owner in the city, many people chose to follow and leave. Although some did not leave, they wandered around the outer city, wanting to see clearly. Then enter the city.

The people in the city are divided into two types. One is to participate in receiving work. They seem to have turned themselves into masters. Like these guards, who used to be only able to maintain order, but now they have turned into universal administrators. Be polite to the survivors and make a lot of money in troubled times.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking at the city, Smith didn't have the excitement he imagined on his face. It wasn't because the excitement of occupying the city for many days had passed, but because he felt some changes, which were a bit beyond his imagination.

"Sir, there is still no news from the manor." The assistant walked in and said.

"What's the matter? Are they dead?" Smith frowned, "Continue to contact, and what time should they arrive normally?"

The assistant raised his hand and looked at his wrist, and estimated, "I'll be there around noon."

"Remember to let me know when they arrive." Smith said, "Young master is waiting for those materials, you must hurry up on this matter, you understand?"

Those weapons and ammunition were shipped first, and a large number of soldiers arrived at the same time. With their participation, Pittsburgh, which only relied on guards, became much safer, and there was no need to worry about being liquidated by the New York counterattack.

Today, all kinds of important materials are shipped from the manor. With them, a lot of work can continue, such as the core chip of the robot, the semi-finished products of the automatic tank, and the battery components of the laser gun. There are a large number of factories, but Smith walked around and found that the bullets of the electromagnetic gun are produced here, some spare parts of the gun body are also here, and there are many materials here, but there is no battery for the electromagnetic gun.

"No wonder they walked so fast." Smith thought, and then laughed, "Without bullets, let's see how long your weapons can last."

Below the street, a few passers-by started arguing with the guards. The guards surrounded them, pushed and shoved those guys, and smashed them on the head with gun butts. Many people stepped forward to watch.

Smith frowned, and was about to tell his assistant to tell these guys not to make noise, and to stay away if they had something to do, so as not to be seen by the young master upstairs. , The guard's gun was useless, and several people were disarmed in an instant.

The nearby guards rushed over quickly and pointed their guns at the place from a distance. Seeing the commotion, the onlookers dispersed with a bang, leaving only the few guys who took the guns still there.

These people raised their hands, trying to explain something, but they saw the light flickering, and they were killed and knocked down instantly. The guards who had their guns unloaded stood up and kicked the corpse angrily.

"damn it."

Smith nodded with a smile, expressing his satisfaction with the quick response of these people, and ordered the assistant to let these people move quickly to clean up the streets, and then sat down at the table to start the day's work.

Upstairs, in front of the same floor-to-ceiling windows, a young man stood there smiling. He watched with great interest until several people were dragged away, leaving a large pool of blood on the ground.

After living underground for more than half a year, Cruz returned to the city for the first time. He felt that this place was like a paradise on earth. The black smoke rising from the factory not far away seemed wonderful to him.

The apocalypse really came as he had imagined, and he was the only one in the direct line of the whole family to survive. In the first time, he saved decades of time to inherit all this.

He won Pittsburgh with little effort, and New York's retreat also made him feel extremely happy. The only pity was that too many of his subordinates died that night, which greatly reduced his strength, so that Guo Fei stayed behind after retreating. He couldn't control all the cities that came down.

"Damn it, maybe I should have a good talk with the Moses family and the Akers family." The young man pondered.

A week has passed, and he has sent a small number of soldiers to each city to maintain it for the time being, but the number is too small, and those guards have been secretly fluctuating. If he can't pull out a strong team, it is estimated that It won't be long before someone jumps out.

For the Alston family, because they have been walking in the dark for a long time, not many people know, let alone have any awe, Cruz frowned with a headache, "This can't go on anymore, the proxy system It should be abolished, otherwise no one will know who I am."

Another problem that caused him a headache was also in front of him. He had a large number of bases in his hands. After thousands of his subordinates died, he still had a team of thousands of people. In several large bases, the supplies piled up like mountains, enough for them Survive for decades, but these materials are not enough for the whole city, or even the whole country.

The city has become dirty, and he can't afford to hire people to clean it. All the resources are only enough to meet the needs of him and the people below. With Pittsburgh's current grain storage, it won't be long before he will even have workers in the factory. There is no way to feed them.

"Damn New World, damn New York." Cruz clenched his fists and growled angrily.

In Smith's report, there is a mountain of materials here. The materials brought back from all over the place are all here. Taking it is equivalent to owning half of the United States. But when they entered the main city, they were shocked to find that the warehouse They were all full, and there were countless supplies piled up in different categories, but the food they wanted most was very little. No one thought that with Pittsburgh in front, there would be people who would choose to transport food laboriously. Back to New York.

No food, no anti-radiation potion, without these, Pittsburgh became deserted and decayed.

"It won't take long for me to restore the glory here." Cruz thought, looking outside the city.

It's almost noon now, and a large amount of supplies will arrive today, including food, materials, and the oil paintings that he left in such a hurry that day that he didn't have time to take them away.

"Master." Smith knocked on the door and walked in.

"Has the convoy arrived? Why didn't I see it?" Cruz didn't look back, looking at the only way the convoy must pass.

Smith stopped three meters behind him, said in silence for a while, "The manor was attacked last night."

"What?" Cruz turned around sharply.

"Someone passed by and said they saw a corpse on the ruins of the manor, and we haven't been able to contact it." Smith swallowed and said nervously.

Cruz gritted his teeth and said, "Notify the base next to it and let them rush over."

Smith's voice was much lower, "I can't get in touch. I tried just now, and six bases have lost contact."

wow.

Cruz swiped frantically and knocked everything on the executive desk to the ground. His favorite crystal ball fell on the carpet and rolled to Smith's feet with a grunt.

Smith bent down to pick it up, took a few steps forward, and carefully placed it on the table.

"Feel sorry."

Cruz closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, quickly calming down, "Notify the rest of the bases, let them abandon there, and take all the supplies to Pittsburgh."

"Give up?" Smith looked at him in shock, "Don't you want it?"

"We can't stay there anymore." Cruz squinted his eyes and said, "They were able to destroy so many bases in one night, which means someone betrayed us."

'It's not me, I'm finally yours. ' Smith exclaimed nervously.

Cruz looked at him sideways, "Of course it's not you, you didn't know this until you arrived in Pittsburgh, I think someone was captured during the battle that night, and this person's level should not be low, at least he is Instructor-leader-level figures, no, the leader will not change positions at will, it should be an instructor, you can check later, which instructor followed that night."

"The person who betrays me will die a miserable death." Cruz said darkly, "It's a pity, I don't know what happened to the family's crocodile house."

Smith shivered, remembering the execution he saw, and hurriedly lowered his head, "I'll check right away."

"Go ahead." Cruise waved his hand.

Sitting in front of the table, he bent down to pick up the notebook on the ground, thought about it, opened it, and quickly started the program.

The image quickly appeared on the screen, and the two video frames were waiting to be connected. These old-fashioned families have their own communication methods, relying on a large number of bases across the country, even when the electromagnetic waves are most disordered, the communication has not been interrupted. It's just getting a little less clear.

"Hey, my dear Uncle Nader, how are you doing recently?" Cruz said with a smile on his face, and he didn't look angry just now.

"Little Beryl, you are now the leader of the family? Congratulations."

Cruz kept talking.

"There is good news to tell you. I don't know if you know, but I now have more than 20 cities in my hand."

"Yes, it was taken from that new world."

"No, there is no price. There are only three of us left in this world. We need to unite."

"Each family has seven cities. How about an even distribution of those that are settled in the future? Are you still satisfied?"

"I've been in some trouble lately, yeah, I lost a lot that night, and this guy is a mad dog, he's got me."

"Resources, countless food, you know? He scoured all the food in these cities and the surrounding area, and moved them to New York. Don't you want it?"

"Okay, that's it, I look forward to meeting you."

Cruz turned off the screen with a smile. The moment he closed the notebook, his face became gloomy. He suddenly grabbed the crystal ball and threw it out viciously.

Click.

The crystal ball that had just fallen to the ground and remained intact exploded into fine powder on the wall.

Cruz was panting. In order to let the two families make a move, he had to sell most of the cities in his hands. Although under the current circumstances, these cities may not be able to be kept, but the things that fall into the pockets are divided into two parts. He went out, making him feel as if a fire was burning in his heart.

"New world, Guo."

Cruz spit out these words between his teeth, with a fierce light in his eyes, "I won't lose in vain, dare to do something to me, wait, I will throw you to feed the zombies."

(End of this chapter)