I am the zombie king of the apocalypse

The drunk man walked past with frivolous steps, and the two people who were about to leave quickly moved out of the way for him. However, what the two of them never expected was that this guy stumbled up to them as if he was deliberately teasing them. Finally, he suddenly bent down and vomited all over the floor.

The white sour-smelling substance splashed all over Zheng Minghui's pants. He was about to curse, but the next second he realized his situation and quickly closed his mouth that was about to open.

A man who was not very fond of alcohol suddenly drank so much low-quality alcohol. Even though he was a fourth-level new human, he felt discomfort in his body. His stomach was twitching. After finally standing still, he took a look. Zheng Minghui, who had vomited all over his pants next to him, did not show any arrogance because the other person was an ordinary person. He just raised his hand and apologized feebly: "Sorry, I couldn't control it, otherwise... uh... Ugh~ I'm sorry... Why don't you wait here and I'll... bring you a new one?"

Hearing what the other party said, Zheng Minghui's dissatisfaction subsided a lot. He was not a heinous bad guy. He quickly waved his hands and acted like an ordinary person vividly, saying: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine."

"Then...okay." Looking at his soiled pants, the drunk man bowed and apologized once more before leaving.

After he walked away again, Shen Mingke said with a strange expression from behind: "I didn't expect this man to be quite polite."

"We haven't taken action against him yet."

Shen Mingke shook his head, bypassed Zheng Minghui and returned to where he was before to sit down. When the other party saw this, he said, "Hey, you can't sit like this forever, can you?"

Regarding the complaint, Shen Mingke just glanced at Zheng Minghui and gave him a look, as if to say: "Ask me, who am I going to ask?" Then he looked at a mottled red brick wall not far away and started to complain. Damn, there are a lot of graffiti on the wall. Among them is a text graffiti with four big twisting characters and a huge and conspicuous exclamation mark.

Long live the mayor!

"Long live the mayor..." He murmured these four words in his mouth, and his mind couldn't help but think of the appearance of the only ninth-level new human being, Su Sigui...

In an instant, Shen Mingke seemed to have thought of a certain method, but it was still a little vague. When he was about to continue thinking, Zheng Minghui next to him seemed to have seen something, and suddenly stretched out his hand to shake himself.

"Are you sick? What are you doing?"

"No, look!" Zheng Minghui pointed forward, and Shen Mingke also looked over. At first, he thought it was Zheng Minghui and himself who were thinking of something, but when he saw it, well, it was the drunk man again, but then The guy actually walked towards the store with "Free Supply" written on it.

At the same time, many people around him looked at the man, with different expressions on their faces. Shen Mingke felt a blush when he thought of when he was pushed by Zheng Minghui just now. There were many people looking at him like a monkey just now, right?

What happened to that guy?

Shen Mingke didn't care too much about that man. He felt that he had found a way to break the situation. He needed to think of someone, a person who was threatened by himself and Zheng Minghui a few years ago. At that time, they were able to gain a foothold in Yunxia Base because of that person. But it had been too long, and he couldn't remember who it was for a while. It was a bit blurry, and it was easy to overlap with other people in his memory.

At the same time, one of the people who were warming themselves by the fire behind the wall said, "Look, someone has passed by again."

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the drunken man successfully arrived in front of the store. The soldier inside saw the man staggering and frowned subconsciously: "What do you want?"

The man who heard the other party's words shook his head to wake himself up. He didn't immediately say what he wanted. Instead, he took out a white magnetic card from his pocket, showed it, and then put it away.

"There's no such thing as a hangover cure."

"Are you drunk on purpose?"

"Well, it's a little uncomfortable."

"If you don't like drinking, don't force yourself to drink. There are no hangover cures, but there are some cokes here that should help you."

"That's it then."

The soldier inside nodded, found two bottles of Coke from the shelf at the back, and handed them to the man when he came back. Zheng Minghui, who wanted to see the man embarrassed, was stunned when he saw this scene: "Why is this?"

He glanced back and found that the previous group of people were also watching. He couldn't help but walked over and asked them, "What's going on with that man?"

The group of people all looked at him, but most of them didn't say anything. One of them, who pretended to be well-informed, said, "That man seems to have... a meal... meal ticket, right?"

"Meal ticket?" Zheng Minghui was stunned after hearing this.

"Didn't you see the white card he just took out of his trouser pocket?"

"It seems like..."

When the other party said this, Zheng Minghui immediately remembered what the soldier inside said about the white magnetic card when he passed by?

The card that the drunk guy showed was white.

Is this a meal ticket?

Zheng Minghui, who was extremely hungry at this moment, had been blinded by hunger and did not think carefully at all. He only wanted to fill his stomach, and he had no idea that the person speaking to him in front of him did not know much compared to him. Most of it is bullshit.

"Do you know how to get this meal ticket?" Zheng Minghui asked again, and the other party replied with some uncertainty: "Uh... I don't know, I should go somewhere to apply for it."

"Okay... okay." Zheng Minghui nodded and looked back. The drunk man picked up the two bottles of Coke given to him by the soldier and walked away.

He looked at his pants that had just been spat on and thought of a way in his mind. He ran to Shen Mingke and stretched out his hand to shake it. This move interrupted Shen Mingke's thoughts again.

"What the hell do you want to do? Leave me alone!"

"You're yelling like shit!"

"What do you have to say?" Shen Mingke was furious, not giving the other party a good look at all.

"I have an idea!"

"Is there...what? What can you do?" Zheng Minghui's words made the anger on Shen Mingke's face disappear without a trace in an instant.

Zheng Minghui pointed at the man, and then said something in Shen Mingke's ear. Then, he suddenly ran towards the drunk man. This behavior immediately panicked the people around them who were secretly watching them. Lost in thought, Shen Mingke was also a little dazed, but in the end he shook his head and didn't take it seriously.

[No, the target person is approaching Pilot No. 22 again, stop him quickly! 】

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[The target person is already approaching Pilot No. 22, it’s too late! 】