In the freezing cold, Tsukahara Miyu shivered as she unbuttoned her clothes and awkwardly said,

"I want to thank you, to give you all that I have."

It's much better to serve a small garrison than a large group of men.

Tsukahara Miyu looked at the small patrol team with tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with hope.

However, the patrol officers walked past her without even glancing at her.

They held their guns, their faces expressionless, and didn't say a single word to Tsukahara Miyu.

They didn't come specifically to save Tsukahara Miyu.

Their mission is to patrol this highway.

After today, the men in their patrol team will be replaced by other garrisons.

Their team has been selected to enter D City to kill zombies.

After D City, they will have stronger physiques and be better able to maintain order at the Xiangcheng base.

As for Tsukahara Miyu, the police will arrive soon to take her away.

This is the procedure; the garrison doesn't need to worry about it.

Tsukahara Miyu's face was still wet with tears. She ran behind the garrison for a short while before being stopped by Yang Honglin, who had received the news.

"Come on, let's go operate the sewing machine!"

Without wasting words, Yang Honglin handcuffed the incoherent Tsukahara Miyu and pushed her onto the special vehicle for fallen women.

She would be sent to a shelter for fallen women, where she would be trained to operate a sewing machine, and eventually be assigned to a factory to operate a sewing machine and make cotton-padded clothes.

Perhaps this is the best ending for Tsukahara Miyu in the apocalypse.

Compared to the actresses who were taken away by Zhong Zimo, Tsukahara Miyu was originally the most unfortunate.

Perhaps they are the luckiest.

I'm running very hard today too. No one can be our support. The only person a woman can rely on is herself.

It will only be myself.

Everyone should work hard to earn money and strive to make things better and better.

(End of this chapter)