Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

Li Yuetong glanced at the fat man and suddenly found his extreme foul mouth quite enjoyable.

She tilted her head, listening intently to his swearing, her expression clearly showing great interest.

She originally intended to shoot, but not at the zombies; she wanted to shoot the man who had insulted Mr. Shen.

Shenhe had no intention of saving them. He wasn't a saint. If the man had run in another direction, he might have killed the zombies. But he was leading the zombies towards them, using them as shields. He was so pathetic as to save them.

Perhaps the man thought he had a gun and could easily save him, which is why he came this way. And indeed, it was just a matter of a few shots, but that was the man's perception.

Shenhe had just been ambushed, and he had no desire to save anyone, let alone think that men should do so!

Upon hearing the man curse at him, Shenhe raised his gun and fired several shots in the man's direction.

The bullet struck the ground in front of the man, sending sparks flying and startling him.

During that brief pause, three zombies behind the man pounced on his back, knocking him down. One of the zombies bit into the man's neck, tearing off a large chunk of flesh. Blood gushed out like tap water from a high-rise apartment building, with considerable force.

Two other zombies knelt beside him. One zombie tore at his arm, leaving a bloody gash, while the other simply stabbed his lower back with its claws, pulled out a string of snail rice noodles, and stuffed it into its mouth…

The man lay on the ground, his venomous eyes fixed on Shenhe's face. "I... fuck... damn it..."

Li Yuetong gripped the pistol tightly, Tang Dashan was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide and dared not make a sound, and Zhang Ran pursed his lips tightly.

The three of them turned to look at Shenhe.

Shenhe remained calm, slowly lowered the muzzle of his gun, and took a step forward, his tone unusually indifferent.

"Hey! Damn it, I missed. Actually, I was trying to save him."

Li Yuetong watched his retreating figure, her eyes instantly lighting up, and her mouth gradually opening wide beneath her mask.

learnt!

Tang Dashan stared at Zhang Ran, wide-eyed. "Is that so?"

Zhang Ran's lips twitched slightly. "Right?"

Mr. Shen's gun's aiming system is so accurate that it won't miss even at 200 meters, let alone at such a close distance!

That's bullshit!

There were fewer than ten zombies on the street, which Shenhe took care of with a few shots. He ignored the people who had been bitten, planning to kill them later when they mutated, which would earn him a few more points.

Even a small mosquito bite is still meat. A few points can buy Li Yuetong several beggar's chickens. She loves chicken the most. She doesn't know how she'll thank him then.

Passing by the dead man, Shenhe turned back to look at Tang Dashan.

"Fatty, take these two packages."

After saying that, he walked towards a barbecue restaurant in front of him.

Shenhe had a very clear plan in mind.

His and Li Yuetong's storage space will be full sooner or later. It would be a waste to leave all the supplies lying around. They would have to find someone to help move and collect them.

Besides, in the apocalypse, survival always depends on sticking together. He may have a gun, but others will eventually gather their own weapons, just like Wang Caidie had a bow and arrow before.

Don't talk about lone wolves, unless he's invulnerable to bullets and blades.

He can kill a hundred people, but what about thousands or tens of thousands of enemies? Two fists can never beat four hands.

Why not take advantage of the fact that the apocalypse has only recently arrived and people's hearts haven't completely rotted away yet, and quickly pick some reliable people to team up with?

Moreover, he has a system that allows him to see how much people like him, and he can nip any ulterior motives in the bud.

At present, Tang Dashan and Zhang Ran seem to be a good match. Although Tang Dashan is timid, he is honest and kind-hearted; Zhang Ran is grateful and reliable. Both of them are good prospects worth observing and nurturing.

Currently, both of them have a favorability rating of over 70.

"Huh? Okay! Don't worry, Brother Shen, leave it to me!"

Tang Dashan's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly ran over, picked up the man's two large bags, and followed behind him with a happy expression.

When his older brother asks him to do work, it's a test for him. He's not afraid of hardship or fatigue, he's just afraid that his older brother won't give him a chance!

As for his older brother calling him "fatty" despite being younger than him, that's a joke! He'd be happy to be called "grandson"!

He was carrying two large bags of things, grinning from ear to ear.

Turning his head, Tang Dashan saw a hint of envy in Zhang Ran's eyes. He thought about giving him a bag so that they would both be working for the big boss, but then he changed his mind.

His older brother hadn't kicked Zhang Ran out, and the two were closer than he was. He'd already taken Zhang Ran in, even though he was a fat guy. Besides, Zhang Ran seemed much more reliable than him. He just needed to do what his older brother had told him to do and couldn't overstep his bounds.

Shenhe walked to the entrance of a barbecue restaurant. The roller shutter door was not down; only the outer glass door was locked. It seemed that the owner had sensed something was wrong on the day of the incident and quickly locked the door and left.

He raised his hand, shot the lock off the door, and pushed the door open to go inside.

Behind her, Li Yuetong saw Tang Dashan carrying a bag and about to follow them inside, so she immediately called out to him to stop him.

"Fatty, you and...?"

Halfway through her sentence, she realized she didn't know the name of the person next to her, so she turned to look at Zhang Ran.

"Zhang Ran." Zhang Ran took the initiative to introduce himself.

Li Yuetong nodded and then gave the instructions.

"Fatty, you and Zhang Ran search this place, I'll go next door. Be careful."

Mr. Shen has storage space, and so does she. She absolutely cannot let the fat man follow Shenhe in and stumble upon the secret.

Tang Dashan nodded sheepishly, "Okay, sister-in-law! My name is Tang Dashan, hehe!"

Li Yuetong remained expressionless. "Understood, Fatty Tang."

She still remembered that Tang Dashan had scolded them both.

"Bang! Crackle!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she shattered the lock on the door of the shop next door with a single shot, leaving the two of them with a decisive and domineering back view.

Tang Dashan paused, then muttered to himself.

"Fatty Tang... that's... fine too."

He then turned to Zhang Ran and grinned.

"Let's go together, Brother Zhang!"

In the barbecue restaurant, Shenhe smiled slightly when he heard Li Yuetong's arrangement. Even if she hadn't said anything, he would have wanted to get Tang Dashan away anyway. He hadn't decided whether to let Zhang Ran and the others know about the space, as it had both advantages and disadvantages.

If they know this, his subordinates might feel more comfortable following him in the future.

But perhaps, this will also lead him to betray.

If outsiders find out, he will be targeted and face endless trouble. A large mobile warehouse—who wouldn't be tempted, especially larger powers?

Thinking this through, he decided to wait until later.

The barbecue restaurant had plenty of stock. The freezer contained beef skewers, lamb skewers, kidneys, pork belly, pork belly, grilled chicken wings, grilled chicken hearts and gizzards, grilled sausages, cartilage, chicken feet, grilled ribs, grilled squid tentacles, whole squid, grilled prawns, garlic scallops, and oysters, each item with a pointed tip filling an entire iron plate.

Aside from being a bit dry and unappetizing, nothing was spoiled, but the vegetables were rotten and watery.

Shenhe stored all the meat in his space, picked out some vegetables, and took two-thirds of the beer and drinks at the door. He found some boxes of frozen beef and mutton skewers and some semi-finished products in the kitchen freezer.

Finally, there were dozens of boxes of charcoal, machine-made charcoal, solid alcohol, lighters, matches, ignition torches, barbecue tongs, iron skewers, stainless steel grill pans, machetes, scissors, thick gloves, large buckets of vegetable oil, plastic storage boxes, packing bags, cling film, aluminum foil, and so on.

He collects whatever he sees.