Apocalyptic Mechanical Chariot

Zhao Zheng ran to the Unimog RV with excitement, and found a man and a woman in the car. They didn't even lower the window glass, and they didn't seem to want to have any contact with him.

However, Zhao Zheng, who has experienced countless ups and downs in the world, did not take it seriously. Instead, he reached out and knocked on the window of the RV and shouted: "This little brother in the car, where did you come from? ?Have you encountered any zombies that bite people along the way? I have been trapped here for two days with a few brothers who are hauling goods together. What is the situation outside now? "

Han Feng, who was sitting in the driver's seat, glanced out the window at the middle-aged man who looked nearly fifty years old and was wearing a green camouflage uniform with an honest look. He thought for a moment before responding: "We are from the devil." Everyone came here, but due to the outbreak of the apocalyptic virus, the order outside is now in chaos, zombies are rampant everywhere, traffic everywhere is basically paralyzed, and the highways are full of crashed cars."

After thinking about it, Han Feng decided to tell the middle-aged man in front of him about the situation in the outside world.

"What! It's such a mess outside! What should we do? Has the country sent a rescue team now?" Zhao Zheng couldn't help but change his face after hearing Han Feng talk about the situation outside. Although he had been attacked by those zombies before, I was so scared that I hid, but I felt that the matter would be resolved in the end. I didn't expect that the gaffe would be so serious.

"Rescue team?" After hearing this term, Han Feng shook his head slightly.

In the current situation, even the military itself cannot protect itself. It is quite good to be able to protect the people near the station from escaping. As for the rescue team, it does not exist at all.

"Now that you have the news you want, can you move the large truck blocking the road in front of you?" After Han Feng informed Zhao Zheng of the current situation outside, he coughed lightly and pointed to the five trucks in front of him. A large truck blocking the road.

After Zhao Zheng learned the news from the outside world, he seemed to be stimulated. He nodded his head somewhat mechanically and said: "I know, let's leave now." Then he walked back in the direction of the large truck in despair.

Not long after Zhao Zheng returned, the five large flatbed trucks that had blocked the road started to move in succession and reversed, leaving the road in the middle for Han Feng.

But just when Han Feng was about to drive through the large flatbed truck, Wang Yingyu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, let out a light 'eh', then pointed at the door of the flatbed truck and shouted: "Han Feng, look at those large trucks." The words printed on the car door.”

After receiving Wang Yingyu's prompt, Han Feng also looked at the door of the truck. He saw that the door of the large truck was painted with white paint and printed with twelve large characters: "Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd."

"Are these trucks from Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd.?" After seeing the white letters printed on the doors of the trucks, Han Feng suddenly felt happy and stopped the Unimog steadily.

"You stay in the car and watch, I'll go down and inquire about the situation." After the RV stopped, Han Feng told Wang Yingyu to guard the car, then opened the door and walked out.

At this time, Zhao Zheng, who had just learned about the outside world from Han Feng, was gathering with several other truck drivers, arguing emotionally.

"I say Qi Laoer, now you know the situation outside, don't be impulsive. If the zombie virus breaks out all over the world, it won't help if you rush back to your hometown now." Zhao Zheng, who was wearing camouflage uniforms, was dying. He pulled a driver's clothes tightly and persuaded him earnestly.

"Old Zhao, please stop trying to persuade me! If my mother-in-law and children turn into zombies like that, then there is no point in living alone. I might as well go with them. Anyway, I have already decided, I must go back to my hometown to visit." The driver whose sleeves were pulled by Zhao Zheng had an anxious look on his face, and he shook his arm desperately, trying to get rid of Zhao Zheng's control.

Zhao Zheng seemed to be unable to hold the young and strong driver in front of him, and shouted to the people standing around him: "I said, why are you all standing there? Why don't you just hold him down? He's like this If a person runs out, he will die."

Zhao Zheng seemed to have some prestige among these drivers. After he spoke, the other three drivers worked together to push the already slightly crazy driver to the ground, temporarily controlling the driver, but the other three drivers also turned towards him. He cast a questioning look, as if waiting for Zhao Zheng's decision.

Just when Zhao Zheng had a sad look on his face, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He raised his head and saw that it was Han Feng who was walking over. A look of confusion suddenly appeared on his face: "Hey, this little brother, we are not You got out of the way, why did you come down?"

But before Han Feng could express his intention, Zhao Zheng's eyes shrank, and a nervous look appeared on his honest face. He saw the imitation 64-style pistol on Han Feng's waist. In the eyes of ordinary people, , no one with this thing hanging around his waist is easy to mess with.

Han Feng noticed that Zhao Zheng was staring at his waist and his expression became tense. After swallowing several times, he roughly knew what was going on. However, he did not point to a few large trucks parked. Said: "I noticed that your cars are all stamped with Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd. Do you work for this company?"

"Yes, we usually help Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd. to pull goods and bring some products to the Hangzhou pier. Is there any problem with this?" Zhao Zheng still boldly replied to Han Feng's question.

Han Feng didn't mince words and directly stated his purpose: "No problem, but I happen to want to go to Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd. to get something. Could you please show me the way?"

"This..." Zhao Zheng smiled awkwardly after hearing Han Feng's words.

Does he know how many people were in the factory of Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd. at that time? If the situation outside is really what Han Feng said before, then returning to Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd. now is basically risking his life.

Naturally, Han Feng could see the expression of resistance on Zhao Zheng's face. After thinking for a moment, he pointed his finger at his waist.

"Let's do this, you take me back to Hongda Special Metal Manufacturing Co., Ltd., and I will give you a gun to defend yourself. You know the situation outside, whether you have something to defend yourself or not, the difference is quite big."

When he left the militia station, Han Feng thoroughly cleaned the battlefield and moved all the guns and ammunition into the RV. Besides being portable, this imitation 64-style pistol was useless to Han Feng. Give him one as a gift. There is no problem at all for Zhao Zheng.