I sell Coke in the doomsday

"No, you don't need these human beings."

"That kind of weakness, that inherent defect, must be abandoned, otherwise you will not be able to defeat Su Li."

Mo Li looked at the pair of star-like pupils, his body suddenly trembled, and his hair stood on end, but he did not look away. Instead, he continued to look at the young man and said coldly.

"I don't think I'm any worse than him. I won't lose to him."

The young man's pupils slowly returned to normal. After a moment's silence, he shook his head and sighed.

"I really shouldn't have taken away his arrogance and given it to you."

"I thought arrogance was a human virtue, but I didn't expect it to be an incurable flaw."

Mo Li sneered, his eyes full of contempt and disdain, and commented on his other self with a mocking tone.

"Without a doubt, the only good thing about us is our arrogance."

"Without his arrogance, he is nothing more than a cowardly and incompetent guy."

The young man smiled without saying anything. He looked at Mo Li and kept shaking his head. After a long time, he suddenly asked.

"Have you thought about what wish you're going to make after everything is over?"

Hearing this, Mo Li looked dazed. He looked at the young man in front of him, then looked at the body that had already frozen not far away. A trace of confusion suddenly flashed across his eyebrows, and he spoke in a daze.

"I...seem to have nothing left."

……

Another month later.

In the factory hidden in the Chaishan stronghold, smoke was slowly rising.

All traces of snow disappear here, and the solar panels used to generate electricity stand in the winter, adjusting their angles as the sun moves.

A bearded man sat on a wooden bench, holding a steaming potato in his hand. He looked at the black smoke rising from the chimney in the distance with cloudy eyes, lowered his head, and took a bite of the potato in his hand.

The man had some difficulty eating, as if he was very tired of the taste of boiled potatoes. After taking a few bites, he could not help but let out a long sigh and murmured in a lost voice.

"I really want to have a lamb stew."

After saying that, the man took a look at the potato in his hand, but still gritted his teeth and quickly ate the potato in his hand.

After eating the potatoes, the man reached out and grabbed a handful of snow, put it into his mouth, and sucked the melted snow water.

Just at this moment, another figure walked out slowly, holding a somewhat old thermos cup, and sighed to the man.

"You really are not afraid of freezing your tongue. Come, drink some hot water."

The man looked back, still sucking snow water in his mouth, but saw a middle-aged man with gray hair standing behind him, also holding a boiled potato in his hand.

Seeing this, the man spat out the snow in his mouth, but did not take the thermos cup. He wrinkled his nose and said.

"Forget it, Uncle Wang, your thermos has a weird smell, not as sweet as the snow here."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled helplessly, holding the potato in his hand, squatted beside the man, took a bite of the potato in his hand, and then sighed.

"I really want to eat some lamb stew."

The man smiled when he heard this, but there was no smile in his eyes. He clapped his hands, wiped the water stains on his dirty and old clothes, and said softly.

"Uncle Wang, when do you think our life will end?"

The gray-haired middle-aged man glanced at him and replied unhappily.

"You ask me and I ask who to go to."

"But there is no hope in this life."

The man's eyes dimmed, and he scratched his messy hair in distress. He looked like he had no place to vent his emotions, so he could only pull his hair hard.

"I've had enough. I want to get out. If I stay in this damn place any longer, I'm going to go completely crazy."

The middle-aged man called Uncle Wang frowned, took another bite of the potato in his hand, then put on a stern face and tried to persuade him.

"Xiao Yang, don't be stupid. Don't you know what the world is like out there?"

"There are zombies everywhere. We are trapped in this factory. Although it is a bit boring, we have farmland and power generation equipment. At least we won't freeze or starve to death."

"If you go outside, you will be eaten clean by the zombies outside."

The man lowered his head, his hands still grabbing his hair, looking struggling and speaking in pain.

"But I've had enough."

"We've been in this hellhole for several years. I think Aunt Song, who lives next door to me, is pretty now."

"I ate potatoes every day. I wasn't starving, but I couldn't eat any more."

As he spoke, the man suddenly raised his head, looked at Uncle Wang on the side, and asked.

"Uncle Wang, do you know how many people there are in our factory?"

Uncle Wang was stunned when he heard this and didn't answer, while the young man spoke slowly.

"One hundred and thirty-seven people. I've seen enough of all of them. I'm tired of seeing them."

"I want to see other living people."

Uncle Wang suddenly gave a bitter smile, took a long sigh, picked up his thermos cup, took a sip slowly, and said softly.

"After saying so much, you are homesick, right?"

The young man's expression froze, and then he lowered his head dejectedly and said nothing more, but Uncle Wang spoke slowly.

"I remember that when the news about the zombie virus first appeared, it was your holiday."

"I thought this matter could be resolved quickly, but in the end your vacation was completely ruined and you stayed here with us."

The young man moved his lips, suddenly closed his eyes, and spoke in a dry voice.

"I bought a very expensive pack of cigarettes for my dad. I wanted to show it off to him, but I ended up smoking all of it."

"I don't know if he's still alive."

Hearing this, Uncle Wang's expression dimmed. He reached out and touched his hair, and spoke softly.

"He must be alive. As long as you don't see his body, you can assume he is still alive."

"When you are alive, you always have to have a thought in mind."

"Unlike me, hahahaha…hahaha."

Halfway through his speech, Uncle Wang suddenly laughed bitterly and touched his white hair. He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, old and lonely.

The young man's expression suddenly became unnatural and he didn't know how to comfort her.

In his memory, Uncle Wang's wife and son were also in this factory, but in the initial zombie riot, his wife was turned into the zombie's son and bitten to death in the fire.

It can be said that... the thought has been completely cut off.

The young man patted Uncle Wang's shoulder awkwardly and said something for no reason.

"Uncle Wang, I will treat you to mutton."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Wang looked at the man with a wry smile, spit and said.

"I almost forgot what a sheep looks like after eating a leg."

The young man chuckled a few times, but a gleam of light appeared in his eyes again, and he spoke with confidence.

"rest assured."

"There will definitely be a day when we can walk out with our heads held high, without zombies, and spend the money you saved."

Uncle Wang rolled his eyes at the young man, snorted, and said.

"Just dream, there will be everything in your dreams."

The young man smiled when he heard this, and stopped talking about going out. Instead, he started chatting with Uncle Wang.

After a long time, Uncle Wang suddenly stood up, holding his thermos cup, and strode towards the gate of the stronghold.

The Chaishan stronghold is very hidden, and there are not many zombies nearby. Over the years, they have been trapped here and have not seen many people. They only occasionally take in some people who have escaped here.

Therefore, in a relatively safe living environment for many years, the guarding of the gate is unusually perfunctory, with only one person on duty, who rotates every three hours.

And now, it is time for Uncle Wang to take over.

The young man didn't think much about it, he just stared at Uncle Wang's back and began to daydream.

boom!

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, instantly interrupting the young man's wandering thoughts. He stood up in surprise and subconsciously looked towards the gate of the stronghold.

But the door slowly opened, and a thermos cup fell into the snow. Hot water emitting white steam flowed out, passed through Uncle Wang's pale palm, mixed with blood, and melted into the snow.

Outside the gate, Wang Quan looked at his men who were shooting in front of him, frowned slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

“There are very few people here, and there are no guns.”

"Why did you shoot?"

Upon hearing this, the subordinate pulled his mouth, revealing his yellowed teeth, and said nonchalantly.

"Didn't Boss Liu Yong say that?"

"As long as we have the equipment here to generate electricity, and the rest of the people, we can let off some steam."

Wang Quan frowned and was about to say something when a figure slowly walked out with a gloomy expression. It was Liu Yong.

"Yes, that's what I said."

"Mr. Wang, do you have any comments?"

Wang Quan glanced at Liu Yong, then at the group of people gathered behind him. His eyes twitched slightly, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

Seeing this, Liu Yong became even more proud. He waved his hand and smiled at the people behind him.

"We don't have enough food to feed idle people in our stronghold."

"Kill everyone inside. Don't leave any alive."

As he spoke, Liu Yong seemed to remember something, and very deliberately pretended to be thinking, and spoke.

"Oh, I forgot."

"Our ancient city's executioner is also here, so we must not steal his limelight."

"Listen carefully, arrest the people inside so that we can find the executioner."

"Kill them all with my own hands."

A cold light flashed in Wang Quan's eyes, and he suddenly drew his gun, pointed it at Liu Yong's head, and said coldly.

"enough!"

"Do you think I really don't dare to shoot?"

Seeing this, Liu Yong did not show any fear on his face. Instead, he put his forehead to the muzzle of the gun, narrowed his eyes, and spoke in a low voice.

"Yes, you don't dare."

Liu Yong raised his eyebrows slightly, his face full of sarcasm, and sneered.

"You know, your sister secretly let some people go before. If I tell this to the Lord Mo above."

"How do you think your sister will die?"

"Was it dismemberment, rape and murder, or beheading?"

Wang Quan's facial muscles suddenly tensed up, and the arm holding the gun trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Liu Yong put his forehead against the gun, took a step forward, and said with disdain in his eyes.

"You and your sister, it's ok that you're not completely good enough, but you're not even completely bad enough."

"People like you are the most disgusting."

Suddenly, Liu Yong's eyes narrowed, he reached out and pressed down Wang Quan's pistol, leaned forward, leaned towards Wang Quan, and said coldly.

"If you want your sister to live, get out of here!"

"You incompetent piece of shit."

After saying that, Liu Yong completely ignored Wang Quan, pushed his body away, and strode forward, leaving Wang Quan alone with a gloomy look on his face.

Wang Quan's face showed struggle and pain, but in the end, he could only look depressed and powerless.