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In the outskirts, at a strawberry picking farm.
Three Heavy Off-Road Vehicles drove in one after another, turning their cabins to face the iron gate before coming to a stop. The lead vehicle's door swung open, and a Blonde Woman in military attire jumped out, her expression cold and frosty.
Gaoyang straightened up, flicked away his cigarette butt, and walked over, extending his hand for a self-introduction. "I am Gaoyang."
The Blonde Woman did not shake his hand; instead, she frowned as she surveyed the abandoned Strawberry Farm with displeasure. "This is the place?"
Gaoyang awkwardly retracted his hand, adjusting his emotions as he explained, "Yes, this is the best location I could find that meets your requirements." Noticing her hesitation, he waved to the hungry ghosts behind him to step aside and pointed at a row of collapsed Greenhouses. "The area is large enough, and the soil is suitable for planting. The greenhouse frames are still intact; it won't take long to rebuild. Additionally, we can reinforce the walls, and housing can be constructed to minimum standards. There’s a water reservoir in the garden, and I've checked the irrigation pipes; we just need to replace the water pump. Of course, you'll need to provide two Diesel Generators. This place is far from the city center; you must have seen on your way here that it's surrounded by forests with very few Zombies coming around. Even if they do, they can't get in."
"But this place is too far from the main road. Would Survivors bypass protective walls to come here?" The Blonde Woman squatted down and pinched some damp soil, asking, "And your numbers are too few to maintain this farm."
"You don't need to worry about the walls," Gaoyang replied confidently as if he had already considered this. "After today, the walls will no longer be a guarantee. As for population base, didn't you say you could relocate a group of people?"
Her expression darkened slightly as she fell silent for a moment before saying, "There have been some changes; personnel cannot be provided for now. I can supply you with the generators and water pumps without issue, and I can also provide an additional batch of weapons. What’s the situation inside the walls?"
"I opened the city gates and let in a batch of Zombies," Gaoyang sneered. "If nothing unexpected happens, in a few days there will be a group of people coming to me seeking shelter."
The Blonde Woman nodded thoughtfully and turned back to speak with a tall White Person by the vehicle for a few moments before waving back at Gaoyang.
For just an instant, hesitation flickered in Gaoyang's eyes but quickly vanished as he took a deep breath and walked over.
"Is there anything else you want to ask?" The Blonde Woman retrieved a long box from the vehicle, entered a code to unlock it, and pulled out something resembling a handgun. She twisted off the cap at its head and lightly pushed a lever on its side, revealing a slender tube filled with beautiful sky-blue liquid at its core. The long needle at its end glinted coldly.
"What kind of adverse reactions might there be?" Gaoyang asked, struggling to maintain composure as a slight tremor betrayed his nervousness.
She smirked slightly. "Dizziness and vomiting; it won't last long."
"What about winter?"
"Someone will come to pick you up before winter sets in."
"Understood." Gaoyang exhaled slowly and rolled up his sleeves to reveal arms adorned with intricate dragon tattoos.
"Did you do it yourself?" The Blonde Woman asked with a hint of admiration as she observed the vivid nine-clawed dragons coiling around his arms. The dragon bodies twisted around his limbs while their fierce heads seemed alive, moving in sync with his gestures.
"My man, his skills are quite good." Gao Yang glanced back, trying to divert his attention through conversation, yet his gaze seemed rooted in place, watching helplessly as the slender needle pierced the vein, the sky-blue liquid slowly being injected, causing the surrounding blood vessels to momentarily bulge.
The Blonde Woman withdrew the needle, pressed a cotton ball against the injection site, and turned to signal to the people in the car. Seven or eight burly men dressed in tactical vests and wearing sunglasses got out one after another and opened the trunk.
"I need you to send a few people familiar with the terrain; I want to get into the city." The Blonde Woman drew a gleaming Bayonetta from behind her waist, checked the magazine, and asked, "Have any strangers entered here in the past few days?"
Gao Yang was about to say no when he suddenly recalled what Old Five had mentioned earlier. He hesitated for a moment before replying, "It seems there has been."
A sharp glint flashed in her eyes as she coldly said, "Good. Take me there. Now."
Despite Cold Man's constant claims that Song Jiu was nothing to fear, when he saw Song the Official charging forward with blood on his blade, his body instinctively reacted by turning to flee.
Cold Man had initially thought that Luo Yu had rescued the three women and that Song Jiu would no longer come looking for trouble. However, less than half an hour after Luo Yu left, Song Jiu appeared in such a bloody manner. Cold Man considered himself capable; he had once crossed paths with Song Jiu at the camp. Unfortunately, the outcome had been less than satisfactory—though he had managed to knock Song Jiu down, he still bore an unhealed knife wound on his thigh.
"Break in!" Cold Man shouted as he rushed into City Wall, worried that Song Jiu would catch him inside. He picked up a dagger and circled back outside, running around City Wall while hiding behind the Battlements to observe Ladder.
Six Militia members were startled by his sudden shout, thinking a Zombie had surged onto the wall. They rushed out with their knives only to find the wall still empty. Before they could react, they saw a familiar figure leap up from Ladder and immediately threw a flying knife.
"Damn it!"
The Militia members were terrified and quickly scattered like birds and beasts, dodging the wildly thrown knife but looking around without spotting Cold Man.
Song Jiu didn't stop after missing his target; he lifted his shirt hem and drew another sharp blade while running and cursing, "You worthless piece of trash, come out!"
The Militia members exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond as they watched Song Jiu approach rapidly.
At that moment, Cold Man suddenly jumped out from behind City Wall and shouted, "Kill him!"
The Militia snapped back to reality and mustered their courage to charge at the oncoming Song Jiu. Hearing Cold Man's call, Song the Official abruptly hit the brakes and swung his serrated blade toward the Militia before turning back toward Cold Man. Cold Man cursed under his breath and turned to flee without hesitation but suddenly remembered something and shouted urgently, "Effie is not with me!"
Song Jiu paid no mind to anything else; he sprinted after Cold Man and kicked him hard in the back, sending him crashing to the ground where he rolled several times.
Cold Man scrambled up in a panic while retreating and shouted, "Luo Yu has already taken them away; we don't need to do this!"
Song Jiu remained silent, cracking his knuckles as he stepped closer and suddenly grabbed Cold Man by the collar, tripping him to the ground with a swift motion.
"With your attitude, who gave you the courage to challenge me?" Song Jiu was both angry and amused as he yanked Cold Man's hair and slammed him down against the battlements, cursing, "I've let you off a few times, and you think you can just throw your life away like this?"
" Brother Jiu, Brother Jiu, I give up, okay? I surrender!" Cold Man completely abandoned any resistance in that moment. Just seconds ago, he had been burning with rage, but now it crumbled under Song Jiu's menacing grin, leaving him unable to muster any defiance.
A few Militia members had just rushed over, staring in shock at the scene. Their raised machetes were reluctantly lowered. At that moment, Lin Daozhang, who had fallen behind, climbed up panting heavily, his robe stained with blood and looking quite impressive.
"Hey, it's done," Old Lin grinned widely. He turned to glance at the wall below and his smile faded as he said angrily, "How are we supposed to get out of here?"
"Old Lin, go check inside the City Wall to see if Dream Fan and the others are there," Song Jiu shouted without turning around. Seeing Cold Man's cowardly demeanor made him lose interest in beating him further. He shoved Cold Man aside and pointed at the Militia members who were frozen in place, shouting, "A bunch of idiots."
The Militia members turned red with embarrassment; they were all older than Song Jiu yet none dared to retort. They exchanged glances filled with shame.
"You've made quite a name for yourselves rebelling. If you want to split off, just say it honestly instead of stabbing each other in the back like this."
""
"No one is inside; only my stuff is here." Lin Daozhang staggered out, shaking a bag of crispy noodles vigorously before tilting his head back to pour some into his mouth.
"Where are the Ladies?" Song Jiu frowned as he approached the Militia members.
"They left," Militia A avoided his gaze.
"Who did they leave with?" Song Jiu pressed on.
"Luo Luo Yu," Militia B replied quietly.
"Really? Seven of them didn't accomplish anything," Lin Daozhang said with seasoning crumbs all over his mouth as he walked over with a Steel Saw Blade tucked under his arm. "Why aren't you guys resisting?"
The Militia members looked at Lin Daozhang as if he were foolish. They didn't speak but their eyes involuntarily shifted toward the parapet.
"Oh," Lin Daozhang suddenly realized and waved his hand dismissively. "It's just us two left."
This time it was Song Jiu who was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Old Lin and muttering, "You traitor."
"Kill him!" Cold Man suddenly perked up, using all his limbs to distance himself from Song Jiu before rushing towards Ladder. Sure enough, no one had come out of the vehicle; it had been completely overwhelmed by the Zombie.
"Dodge!" Song Jiu hurriedly sidestepped to avoid the blade coming at him, cursing in frustration. He grabbed a hand that was offered to him and threw a punch into the armpit of Militia A, swiftly snatching the dagger and plunging it into Militia A's chest.
Militia A seemed taken aback that Song Jiu would actually go for the kill, his expression still one of surprise. However, the other Militia didn’t see this; they only thought the burly Militia A had subdued Song Jiu, so they all rushed in with their short blades, leaving Lin Daozhang out of the equation.
Song Jiu pulled out the dagger and pushed the corpse towards the blades of the Militia, glancing over to see Cold Man diving into the City Wall. He quickly shouted, "Grab him!"
After a moment's hesitation, Lin Daozhang tossed aside a garbage bag. His hunched body suddenly straightened as he leaped forward, kicking one of the Militia in the wrist and sending their blade flying. With a shake of his shoulder, he flung out the Steel Saw Blade tucked under his arm, catching the handle with his right hand. As he retracted his leg, the blade swept through a fan-like arc, leaving a deep gash on several Militia behind him.
The Militia, feeling pain in their backs, slowed their movements. Taking advantage of this, Song Jiu, who was dodging in front, rolled away to create some distance. Just as he was about to turn back and charge, he saw Lin Daozhang leap onto the Battlements, executing a mid-air flip. As he landed steadily on the ground, blood sprayed from his blade like an arrow.
"You go after him," commanded Lin Daozhang, standing tall with his blood-stained robe billowing in the wind. The tip of his Steel Saw Blade pointed towards the ground, droplets of blood falling from its edge.
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