I sell Coke in the doomsday

I will put aside my revenge against the Shield Organization for now. I need to adjust my condition.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

I stood in the open space, shaking my fist at a tree, and continued practicing my punching movements.

Tongtong seemed to find this very amusing. She stood next to me, imitating me and slowly waving her fists. Her movements were clumsy, and she just punched forward.

To be honest, her movements are quite cute. Of course, it would be cuter if there was no whistling sound when her punches broke through the air.

I consciously kept a distance from Tongtong, for fear that her fist would accidentally hit me and create a hole.

After practicing boxing for three hours, I wiped the sweat off my face. Seeing this, Tongtong imitated me and reached out to wipe her fair and smooth forehead. Unfortunately, there was not a drop of sweat on her forehead.

"Huh?"

Tongtong wiped with her little hands for a long time but didn't wipe anything. She opened her little mouth in confusion and made a puzzled sound.

"puff."

Looking at Tongtong's cute appearance, I couldn't help but laugh. After hearing my laughter, Tongtong shifted her gaze towards me, and then her eyes lit up. She raised her little hand cutely and walked towards me.

Tongtong stopped in front of me, then raised her little hand with a happy look on her face and gently wiped my forehead. Her movements were gentle, and her usual strange strength was totally invisible.

I was stunned for a moment, my eyes avoided, and my expression became a little unnatural. I am slightly taller than Tongtong, so Tongtong slightly tiptoed and leaned towards me.

In this way, Tongtong's body was very close to me. In a trance, my nose was full of Tongtong's scent, like grass after rain, a pleasant and fresh smell.

This smell always makes me feel an inappropriate impulse. I want to hug Tongtong and hold her in my arms right now.

My fingers moved slightly, then stopped moving.

Yes, I chickened out.

I would like to ask a question, if a person falls in love with a zombie, would that person be considered a necrophiliac?

Although, it seems that I can no longer be classified as a human being.

Tongtong didn't know the struggle in my heart and my weakness. She pinched her sleeves very seriously and wiped the sweat off my face.

Tongtong seemed very satisfied with her work, like a child who wanted to be praised by others. She put her hands on her hips in a naive manner and made a sound to me as if to seek praise.

"Ugh!"

My heart felt warm, and I couldn't help but reach out and stroke her little head, speaking softly as if I was coaxing a good child.

"Good boy, good boy."

After more than a month, the four beds of potatoes I planted had green sprouts that had broken through the soil and revealed their little heads.

Potatoes are indeed easy to grow, and I remember the yield was good, but the land was too barren and the potato leaves were slightly yellow, obviously lacking in nutrition.

This gave me a headache because my body wasn't functioning properly and no matter how much I ate, I had no desire to defecate.

Could it be that, in the eyes of that cerebral palsy god, normal excretion is also a symptom of unhealthiness?

wdnmd, beautiful girls all need to poop, but I don’t have this function, and I really need this function now.

I turned my head to look at Tongtong, then I couldn't help shaking my head and sighing. I had never seen Tongtong eat, so it was even more unreliable to count on her.

Perhaps, I can get what I need by going to other human settlements.

It just so happens that I haven't done business in other human settlements for a long time, so it's time to exchange Coke for some supplies.

I was thinking while sitting on the bench. Tongtong followed me very naturally, slightly turned sideways, and leaned her face on my shoulder.

Until now, I no longer blush because of this action, but there is always a warmth deep in my heart that can never go away.

What supplies should I exchange for?

I thought so. As an immortal, I have actually accumulated quite a bit of wealth, and I don’t want anything in particular.

It would be great if I could get a game console, even an old-fashioned card-based one.

My eyes wandered and finally fell on the corner of Tongtong's clothes. When Tongtong noticed my gaze, she immediately narrowed her eyes and responded with a sweet smile.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been accompanying Tongtong recently, but she seems to be a lot more lively than before. Yesterday I saw her chasing a rabbit again, but her head hit a tree and the rabbit ran away.

As a result, Tongtong's clothes were also stained with a lot of mud and became a little dirty.

I stretched out my hand absentmindedly, placed it on Tongtong's sleeve, and gently rubbed a mud spot on it, but I didn't expect that the stain became bigger and bigger as I rubbed it.

Maybe, I can use Coke to buy Tongtong a new dress. It would be even better if it was a red dress.

I always remember that when I first saw Tongtong, she was wearing a lovely red dress, with a dazed look and empty eyes, and there was a sense of coldness in her for no reason.

She was like a blooming red flower, blossoming in my eyes, captivating my mind in an instant, making me sink and become dazzled.

Suddenly, the sound of wind blew by, and the gentle breeze blew up Tong's long hair, falling on my face, making it a little itchy.

At this time, the weather was just right. The warm sunshine sprinkled on Tongtong and me, making us feel a little sleepy. I squinted slightly and leaned on the bench.

Under the invasion of sleepiness, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and soon I fell into a deep sleep.

I had a very vague dream. In the dream, my parents took me to a very large meadow and flew a kite.

The meadow was really big. The green grass stretched from the soles of my feet to the end of my sight, with no end in sight.

I, a little kid, was pulling the kite's string and running forward with a smile on my face. My parents were also smiling gently and following behind me.

I ran and ran.

I don’t know when my parents disappeared from behind me, and the kite in my hand broke its string, falling from the blue sky and disappearing from my sight.

I wanted to turn around and look for my parents, but the moment I turned around, I saw that the green grass had turned yellow, and bones were exposed under the rotten grass roots.

The little me wiped away my tears and could only move on.

I walked a very long way, and after climbing over many small hills, I saw Tongtong holding my kite and walking towards me slowly.

The dream came to an abrupt end here.

I opened my eyes dazedly, but found that I was not leaning on the recliner, but resting my head on Tongtong's legs. I looked up with some confusion, only to see Tongtong's gentle smile.

In an instant, my heart skipped a beat and my breathing stopped. The reality of the scene overlapped with the dream, making it difficult to tell what was real.

I lay on Tongtong's legs, the corners of my mouth rose slightly unconsciously, and I slowly stretched out my hand as if to touch the sky, but in the end it fell on Tongtong's face.

"Ah, what a strange dream it was."

Tongtong's face is very soft and comfortable to touch, just like touching the clouds in the sky, gentle and fragile.

I really wanted to lie there forever, but the increasingly dark sky urged me to sit up.

In silence, I held Tongtong's little hand, feeling surprisingly peaceful. All the past events, once glorious or covered in mud, seemed to be let go at this moment.

The frivolous gods, the laws of survival that are not stupid but extremely cruel, and me who lives in countless contradictions.

Oscar Wilde once said, we are all worms in the gutter, but someone has to look up at the stars.

When I was very young, I had fantasized about my life countless times, but I never expected that my life would be so wonderful, repeating between climbing and falling.

I never imagined that in such a world, one day, I would hold a girl's hand and walk home with her.

Perhaps, maintaining the status quo is happiness?

I never thought of being a savior, and God did not give me any magical powers. It seems that the only thing I can do is to survive.

So, let's just maintain the status quo.

The night spreads little by little from afar, and the sky is filled with stars, hanging in the sea of ​​clouds, with an intoxicating silence.

In this reassuring tranquility, I slowly sink into my dream. There are no nightmares, no foolish struggles on my part. I am getting closer and closer to a stable life, just as I had hoped.

……

The next morning, after a simple breakfast, I started preparing Coke and became a doomsday businessman after a long time.

After the last fight with the Shield Organization, my arsenal was enriched a lot, but I still only carried the hunting rifle which was troublesome to reload.

Because today I plan to go to a base I have never been to before. If it happens to be a shield base and someone recognizes the weapon in my hand, I will be really finished.

I might be able to use my immortality to kill a dozen fully armed men, but if I go against the entire stronghold, I will definitely be easily captured and tied up.

Let me share with you a little life tip. If your enemy is immortal, don’t try to kill him. Instead, try to trap his hands and feet.

An immortal body does not have three heads and six arms, and once trapped by a rope, it loses all ability to move.

According to my past experience, even if you can't kill him, there are still many ways to drive him crazy.

I tore off all the Coke wrappers and shook them back and forth in the sand, trying to make them look old.

This process alone took me two hours. After completing the preparations, I started my pickup truck and drove out of the city.

I sat in the car and started thinking about today's goal. This time, I had to go to a larger base to exchange some things that I had never exchanged before.

For example, arrows, guns, some vegetable seeds, and Tongtong's new clothes.

Regarding arrows, I still have confidence in my archery skills. As long as I have enough arrows, I can hunt some birds and beasts and use their bones as fertilizer.

As for guns, I used them to improve my terrible shooting accuracy. It was too tiring to kill people with an axe every time.

Regarding the vegetable seeds, it was because of my inflated self-confidence. If I could grow potatoes, I could grow other vegetables, at least that’s what I thought.

The shabby pickup truck drove out of the city. The sound of the car's engine attracted the attention of other zombies, but when they saw me, they just shook their heads in disdain and had no desire to chase me.

I was driving a pickup truck, passing by the human strongholds where I used to do business. Some of those strongholds had already collapsed, leaving only bones on the ground and zombies lying inside basking in the sun.

However, some strongholds seemed to have been expanded a lot and became more presentable than before.

Honestly, I am looking forward to seeing how the tyrants in these strongholds will suppress the "riot" after they run out of bullets.

After a three-hour trek, I saw a strange human settlement from afar. When I saw the settlement clearly, I felt a chill in my body.

It is not a Shield organization's stronghold, but a very special one, different from any other human stronghold.

It was a stronghold built on the ancient city, that is... the stronghold that Wang Quan had once established.

I looked at the stronghold with an increasingly complicated expression in my eyes, and couldn't help but sigh at how small this world is.

Dong, dong, dong. I tapped the steering wheel with my fingers to keep the rhythm for myself. Then, I stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the ancient city built on the mountain.

The anger that had been dormant once again caused ripples in the lake of my heart.

But I won’t act impulsively because Tongtong is still waiting for me at home.

I just want to see what that beast in this city looks like.

The pickup truck drove quickly to the gate of the ancient city. The guard on the wall quickly pointed his gun at me and asked loudly.

"who?"

I rolled down the window, leaned out, gave what I thought was a gentle smile, and answered loudly.

"Businessman."

Chapter 26: Dead Pervert (I)

After showing the gatekeeper the Coke in the car, the guys finally moved their guns away. They didn't let me in immediately, but cautiously sent someone back to report.

I sat in the car, waiting somewhat bored, and could only pass the time by looking at this ancient city.

This ancient city is well maintained. The city walls are made of earth and stones. The tourist attraction sign at the entrance has been preserved to this day, but from the outside, the scale of this ancient city is not very large.

As for the city gate, it looks like the one shown on TV back then, a thick wooden board. The moat that existed in ancient times has long been filled in and turned into flat ground after becoming a tourist attraction here.

The earthen wall is very high and impossible to climb, which completely cuts off the possibility of zombies entering. With this high wall, even a force stronger than this stronghold would probably not be able to break through.

It can be said that it is a stronghold with almost perfect defense, but when I looked at the thick city gate, an interesting idea came to my mind.

A medium-sized truck weighs about 7 tons. If you step on the accelerator to the bottom and ram the truck into the wooden city gate, what will be the effect?

The driver in the car might die from the huge impact, but the city gate would definitely not be able to be saved. As for the driver's death problem, this problem could be perfectly solved by letting someone who is not dying drive the car.

"what……"

I suddenly laughed at myself. Why do I have to do all this? Can I break through this stronghold by myself? I don't have any other people.

The city gate finally opened slowly, and a man walked out, waved at me gently, then turned and left.

I started the pickup truck and slowly followed. After I entered the city, the city gate behind me was immediately closed. For a moment, I felt like a bird in a cage, at the mercy of others.

The person who waved to me also got into a car and led the way for me. The car was driving very slowly, and I had the opportunity to take a closer look at the scenery of the city.

Unlike what I imagined, the city was a bit dilapidated and deserted. It seemed that there had just been a fire, and many buildings were reduced to ruins.

The unburned wood was still emitting smoke, dilapidated and dim. Visible bloodstains fell on the unburned houses, and dense bullet holes left indelible marks on those quaint buildings.