Chapter 232: The Devil
The sky is bright and the sun is still rising.
But the whole city was already filled with thick smoke, like a bloody hell.
Zhang Yang woke up from his sleep and felt a little bit unreal.
Gunshots could be faintly heard outside, but no cries of the survivors or the roars of the demonized zombies could be heard.
Even looking out the window, the entire street was clean except for the burned and broken-down cars, as if nothing had happened.
No blood, nothing.
Because yesterday evening, there were almost no survivors on the streets.
All the survivors hid in the building, shivering while waiting for possible rescue.
But in the Doomsday Fortress, the scene is completely different.
Fatty Daddy is a high-level talent who is indeed different. Zhang Yang has done a lot of things for him during the time he had just taken a nap, such as recruiting survivors, persuading the group of survivors in the underground parking lot, which consisted of supermarket employees and customers, and organizing the survivors to sort out all the supplies in the supermarkets on the second floor underground and the first floor.
Because of their respective conditions, these survivors cannot be included in the recruitment system of the Doomsday Village Building Order for the time being, but that does not mean they cannot work.
Zhang Yang didn’t have the time or energy to deal with it before, but now it’s just right.
Except for the injured, the weak, women and children, the rest of the more than 500 survivors can play a very good role.
For example, by ten o'clock this morning, they will be able to clear all ten floors of the office building, a task that Zhang Yang's 50 construction workers can complete in one day.
"Zhang Yang, you're awake. There is something I need to discuss with you. This morning I observed that there are still a number of survivors around our office building. We have to rescue them all today. After all, only with people can we have everything."
The fat father came to the door and spoke in a very formal tone.
"Boss, the team is ready."
At this time, Mai Tian came over and spoke.
Zhang Yang gestured to Mai Tian to wait, "Uncle, rescuing the survivors is indeed a big deal, but didn't we agree yesterday to go to the factory area again today? You know better than me how important those supplies are."
"I know it very well, but since we have the ability to save those survivors, why not do it? Saving lives is like putting out a fire. Do we still need to hesitate?"
"That's true, but now is an extraordinary time—"
Zhang Yang was halfway through his words, but when he saw the look in Fatty's father's eyes, he finally changed his words and said, "I'll arrange it."
"Zhang Yang, you have to make arrangements immediately. If you are late for one minute, who knows how many people will die, and they are the most important part of our reconstruction of civilization." The fat father was very stubborn, and seemed to see through Zhang Yang's perfunctory attitude, so he stared at him.
"All right."
Zhang Yang was helpless. As the only senior manager of the Doomsday Fortress, and someone who was not recruited, he did not have the right to give orders to him 100%.
"Maitian, let Du Chao's sniper team scout first. How many survivors are there nearby?"
"No need to scout, I can tell you."
The fat old man looked like a ghost that was still lingering. He pulled Zhang Yang to the window, took out a telescope and stuffed it into Zhang Yang's hand.
"I have already done the scouting for you. There are fifteen buildings nearby, nine of which are residential areas, one is a school, one is a movie theater, and the remaining four are office buildings similar to ours. There are survivors in all of them. Based on my interactions with them, I am sure there are probably thousands of them."
"so much?"
Zhang Yang was stunned.
"A lot? That's not a lot. It means tens of thousands of lives lost in the nearby blocks. If those cauliflowers hadn't done what they did yesterday, there would be at least 10,000 survivors right now."
The fat dad said sadly and angrily.
At least 80% of the survivors yesterday were tricked out, and now they did not become part of the demon corpse, but were all eaten.
Zhang Yang didn't say anything, but just looked carefully with the telescope. He could indeed see sheets hung on the upper floors of the buildings, on which were written the number of people there and words requesting for help.
The demon zombies that were supposed to be all over the streets were nowhere to be seen. They did not disappear, but hid in the buildings, waiting for prey to appear. They are much smarter than ordinary zombies, and their evolution speed is also fast.
"It's so quiet, it feels like a trap."
Zhang Yang suddenly muttered to himself, "What?"
The fat dad didn't hear clearly.
"Uncle, I'm afraid things are more complicated and cruel than you think - so, don't worry about it, just go and arrange the internal affairs. I will handle this. People must be saved, but how to save them requires a method."
Zhang Yang said without question.
The fat father hesitated for a moment, then nodded and left.
Zhang Yang looked at his back thoughtfully, then picked up the telescope and continued observing for a long time. After a long time, he sneered in his heart. It was certain that there were survivors in the surrounding buildings, and their calls for help were real, but the problem was - this was really not a biochemical infection mode.
Now these survivors are like NPCs. They put up distress sheets overnight, and even marked the exact number of people and their locations. This seems normal.
But if a person is frightened, he will hide quietly in a corner like a mouse and will not come out for days and nights.
It is possible that some brave and careful people would hang up a sheet for help, but what about the timid ones? So -
"Lao Qin, do you think we should go and rescue these survivors?"
Zhang Yang asked.
"Of course. Saving lives is like putting out a fire. I don't think there's anything wrong with that."
Qin Mingyue, who was picking her teeth with a toothpick, said without raising her head, "With this look and this tone, there was nothing wrong with it no matter how you looked at it. Even if Zhang Yang hadn't been paying attention, he wouldn't have noticed it."
But if you match Qin Mingyue's tone with that of the fat father, and then connect it to the survivors who appeared outside overnight, Zhang Yang can't help but think of a special kind of demon.
A strange demon that can change a person's inner thoughts invisibly . Of course, it is not a blunt change, but it follows some correct thoughts. For example, at this moment, the survivors think they should ask for help, but not all survivors have the courage to hang out the sheets. However, under the instigation of the demon, they have the courage to hang out the sheets for help.
For example, Fatty Dad and Qin Mingyue, as well as anyone who has compassion for the survivors, as long as they have this idea, they will think that they should rescue them.
Such a confusing demon should be considered a boss level one.
It was encouraging them in this way because it hoped Zhang Yang and the others would rescue the survivors, so this must be a trap.
Without saying anything, Zhang Yang went to the weapons modification workshop on the third underground floor.
"Call Zhao Dagang over to me."
Zhang Yang ordered, this guy was a captain-level machine gunner who was just promoted yesterday.
"Boss, you're looking for me?"
Soon, the burly Zhao Dagang came trotting over carrying his light machine gun.
"Put the light machine gun in and continue to strengthen it for you."
"Ah—Okay!"
Zhao Dagang was stunned for a moment, then he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. His light machine gun was strengthened once last night, and its power was completely different. Now if he strengthens it again, his power may be as powerful as that of a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun.
Zhang Yang had his own ideas. This time he took out 30 units of ordinary iron, 3 units of ordinary copper, and finally he gritted his teeth and took out 0.1 units of ordinary silver and put them in.
After the technical workers operated it, the light machine gun did not change much, but its weight doubled and its power increased by an unknown amount.
Zhao Dagang held the light machine gun in his hands like a treasure, looked at it for a moment, and suddenly shouted: "Something seems wrong. It's integrated and can't be disassembled?"
"Go try outside!"
Zhang Yang waved and took Zhao Dagang to the fourth floor, "Just fire two shots."
Zhao Dagang skillfully loaded the magazine, lay down, opened the bracket, and turned on the safety. But when his finger pulled the trigger, Zhang Yang felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. It was not that there was any danger, but that some kind of power was awakened or opened. This feeling disappeared in an instant, and when he looked at Zhao Dagang again, he seemed to be a different person, and he quickly merged with the aura of the light machine gun and immersed in it.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Zhang Yang suddenly spoke, "Don't try. I'll take you to a place later. From now on, try to hide like a sniper and don't attack easily. But if anything changes, you must obey my orders and shoot whatever I tell you to shoot. Do you understand me?"
Zhao Dagang was stunned, "I understand, boss."
A few minutes later, the convoy responsible for transporting supplies set off.
Zhang Yang and Zhao Dagang were also in the convoy. According to the original plan, today would be a very important day. He was supposed to expand the Doomsday Fortress to level 2 today, which was very important.
But he chose to delay temporarily and instead concentrate his main efforts on going out to collect supplies.
"Li Meng stays, Tian Bo stays, and two armed teams and one engineering team stay."
"I'll give you 800 rounds of magic-breaking bullets and 4,000 rounds of reload bullets."
"Contact us via radio if anything happens."
At the entrance of the underground parking lot, Zhang Yang made some simple arrangements and jumped onto the Doomsday Chariot. Last night, Li Dong and his team had finally modified three Doomsday Chariots that were not recognized by the Doomsday Village Construction Order because they lacked wireless communication devices.
But that's enough.
Four doomsday vehicles, two loaders, and forty-five semi-trailer trucks rumbled out of the underground parking lot.
There are a total of 78 mercenaries, 20 engineers, 20 skilled workers, 20 construction workers, and 60 selected truck drivers.
Finally, with Zhang Yang included, they have to return to the factory area again today. After all, the batch of materials they pulled back yesterday was just a drop in the bucket compared to the entire factory area.
If all goes well, he hopes to make more than three round trips today.
"Help! Help!"
As the convoy drove out of the corner of the street, a man suddenly appeared from the top of a building, waving a bed sheet in his hand and shouting wildly and miserably.
And there was more than one. Survivors emerged from the buildings along the street. Who knew how they had survived last night? On the Doomsday Chariot, Mai Tian, Zhao Dagang and others looked back at Zhang Yang, who was resting with his eyes closed. They were hesitant to speak. After all, they were captains and had a greater resistance to the Devil of Delusion.
"Carpenter, you should go and save them. There is strength in numbers."
Qin Mingyue spoke up. Zhang Yang would not let this guy out of his sight now, so he had to take him with him even when going out.
But now, Zhang Yang picked his ears and asked with a puzzled look, "Can you repeat what you just said?"
"I say - we should go and rescue them!" Qin Mingyue was puzzled, but still said it seriously.
"The engine is too loud. What did you say? Didn't you have breakfast?"
Zhang Yang continued to roar.
"I say, can you save people first?" Qin Mingyue almost yelled.
"What? What did you say? Cure diseases and save lives. Who is sick? We don't have a doctor!" Zhang Yang was even more confused.
"I beg you, Carpenter, that you have chicken feathers in your ears. I say, well, I just said--"
Qin Mingyue was obviously slow, because the convoy had already rushed out of the street at this time.
"You just said that you wanted to save people? Okay, Maitian, give Lao Qin a gun and a few hundred bullets. You are a lone hero. I believe in you. Maybe you can save your son's mother." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"Rescue people? Me, don't be ridiculous. Those demon corpses are hiding in the building, just like ant eggs in an ant nest. Whoever goes in will die. But, maybe I was too tired last night, I'm a little confused. I'm going to get some sleep first."
Qin Mingyue curled her lips and continued to take a nap.
"Mai Tian, from now on you are the commander-in-chief, and Sun Cheng is the deputy commander. Continue to go to the factory area to get supplies according to the original plan. Pay attention to safety. Zhao Dagang, follow me."
Zhang Yang said something quickly, and at the moment the chariot turned the corner, he opened the door, jumped out with Zhao Dagang, and quickly disappeared into a forest.
(End of this chapter)
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