16 years

Chapter 150 "How does Joe Eden ask you to contact him?"

He Laosan used the rain to wash the blood stains on his hands, spat on the ground, and cursed secretly.

More than a month ago, he didn't want to distribute the few supplies in his hand to the vampires around him, so he thought of a trick to lure them into the pile of zombies, but now he has no helpers and has to do everything by himself.

I should have known there was one left, he thought.

The longer the doomsday, the fewer people passing by and fleeing for their lives. Mr. He may not be able to catch a fat sheep once in 30 days and half a month. Today, he managed to catch an SUV. Who knew it was a shriveled "bean pod shell", Apart from the car looking good, there are no useful supplies.

There was a young couple in the car. The man looked young, and the woman was sick, lying on the back seat and unable to get up.He Laosan sneaked up on the man while he was getting out of the car to carry his things, then searched the supplies in the car, made fun of the woman once, and threw both of them into the zombie cave as usual.

He Laosan searched the car again without giving up, and finally found two packs of shriveled biscuits in the corners. The expiration date has passed more than a month.

He put the biscuit into his arms in dissatisfaction, and kicked the tire hard.

Ever since he lost his helper, He Laosan had to squat here by himself every day - that stupid foreigner with a lot of money promised him that as long as he could give useful information, he would give him more than he could eat in his lifetime.

At the beginning, He Laosan also thought about whether to use fake news to fool the other party, but he didn't have the guts. He was afraid that when he opened his eyes one day, the black muzzle of the gun would hit his forehead again, scaring him to pee his pants.

So He Laosan could only go out early and return late every day and wait around here, hoping that the rabbit would take the initiative to bump into the tree stump, and also wanted to make some "extra money" at every turn.

It's a pity that in the past month or so, the cases where he didn't get both accounted for the vast majority.

It was raining heavily today, and He Laosan's tattered clothes had already been soaked by the rain, sticking to his body wetly, making him shiver from the cold.

He looked like a water ghost crawling out of a lake to take his life. He walked with the sound of sticky water, and matched with the roar of the zombies in the tunnel not far away, it sounded infiltrating.

Today was another day with no "harvests". He Laosan was in a bad mood, so he casually twisted the water on the hem of his clothes, and found that the twist was not clean, so he did it casually.

He wiped his face, and lost the patience to continue squatting, so he took two packs of "trophies", washed his hands casually in the drain next to him, and walked back with deep kicks and shallow kicks.

It is not an easy task to cross the mountains in the middle of the night, but He Laosan has already walked the mountain road, so he doesn't feel much.

However, because of the rain, it took him a little longer than usual to return to the village. He Laosan walked towards the village with his heavy clothes hanging, passed by several wide-open courtyard doors without looking sideways, and finally entered a new building. Not long ago, a two-story building.

——This was originally the home of the village head, but it was "requisitioned" by him after the end of the world.

There is no water or lighting in the small place, and candles and other things are also very extravagant. On a heavy rainy day, He Laosan was too lazy to find firewood for the fire. As soon as he entered the door, he took off his wet coat and threw it aside, then turned and entered the small cubicle next to the first floor In the meantime, I want to find some wine to drink.

But as soon as he entered the door, before he went to touch the liquor on the shelf in the direction he remembered, he suddenly heard a soft panting sound in the dark night not far behind him.

A dense layer of goosebumps appeared on He Laosan's back, and he suddenly shivered, and the pores all over his body exploded.

"Who!"

He has no parents and teachers to discipline him, he is perverse, violent and cruel, he doesn't even blink his eyes when he kills and sets fire, and he never believes that there are ghosts in the world.

But not believing doesn't mean not being afraid, He Laosan turned around in surprise, his eyes frantically patrolling.

It's a pity that he only saw a pile of discarded vegetable boxes as tall as a person, and nothing else.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, He Laosan spat on the ground fiercely, and took out an iron wrench more than one meter long from the shelf with his backhand.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost!" He Laosan spat two mouthfuls of saliva on his hands, and walked cautiously to the corner, trying to reach out and push the crumbling plastic baskets.

But before he touched anything, he heard a few more footsteps from the living room outside.

He Laosan's whole body was hairy. He held the wrench angrily, and wanted to rush out to find out who was daring to scare him.But before he completely stepped out of the door of the utility room, he felt a sudden cool breeze coming from his back, and then, something approached him from behind, and the breathing sound he heard just now became very close at hand.

Before He Laosan could react, he felt that his raised right hand was being held by someone. The person who came was so powerful that he simply twisted his arm behind his back. on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a burning pain from his wrist to the back of his hand—someone pulled something off his hand.

"Captain." He heard a nice male voice say behind him, "It's simple, I thought he was such a powerful person."

As soon as he finished speaking, the headlights suddenly turned on in the living room, He Laosan was shaken upright, turned his head subconsciously, and narrowed his eyes.

A few seconds later, he took a tentative look forward and found several young men and women standing in the living room, wearing the same standard training uniforms, standing upright and well-equipped.

He Laosan's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously wanted to touch the communicator, only to find out that it had been taken away after a while.

"Captain, here." He Fengyang threw the communicator to Fu Yan, and Fu Yan took it straight, and fiddled with it in his hand.

The communicator seems to be the simplest kind of high-end product. Judging from the appearance and model, it is obviously not something used by Joe Eden himself, but a bit like the one used by his mercenaries.

He Laosan's eyes turned around them several times - even if he had never seen the world again, he could tell that these people came for him, and they were well prepared, even he knew he wanted to report the news!

Is this the group?He Laosan thought, this is scarier than that foreigner!

However, he can live to this day because he can judge the situation and be able to bend and stretch. When he rolled his eyes, the sinister expression on his face disappeared in an instant, and changed into a mournful face of his dead father.

His knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop, but He Feng didn't hold him back.

"Uncle People's Liberation Army, I am really forced to do nothing." He Laosan said, "The foreigner asked me to report the letter, but I didn't say anything!"

"You didn't have a chance to say it either." He Feng threw away his hand in disgust, and he didn't seem worried that he would violently hurt others: "The signals within a few kilometers around here are blocked, unless you go out on your legs to let off smoke, otherwise What news can you spread?"

He Laosan rolled his eyes, thinking that he really had a grudge against that foreigner.

Then it's nothing, He Laosan thought, they are fighting with gods, and he is just a small shrimp.

He made up his mind, so he didn't even want to lose his face. Seeing that Fu Yan was the leader of this group of people, he climbed two steps in front of him with hands and feet, begging his grandpa to tell his grandma, crying whenever he said .

"I can't help it, I just want to lie to him for some supplies." He Laosan said with a mournful face: "Uncle People's Liberation Army, don't you encourage yourself to save yourself? I'm saving myself. I'm just cheating foreigners—he Look, he is not a good person! He is wearing flowers and mink, and I am just robbing the rich and giving to the poor."

"Yes, you rob the rich and give to the poor." He Feng sneered, and the barrel of the gun pressed against He Laosan's shoulder blade from behind: "You don't know, we dug up the corpses at the east end of the village."

He Laosan's heart skipped a beat.

He sucked it into his throat, and his mind was spinning rapidly, trying to quibble a few more words, when Fu Yan broke the stalemate.

"Peregrine Falcon." Fu Yan said.

He Feng responded, then stood up holding his breath, and retracted the gun.

He Laosan's heart was full of ups and downs, and he understood in his heart that Fu Yan was the one who had the final say in this group of people. As long as Fu Yan didn't speak, no matter how angry others were, they couldn't kill him.

"I'll give you a chance to pay off your crime." Fu Yan squatted down, holding the communicator in his hand, and shook it in front of He Laosan's eyes: "How did Joe Aiden ask you to contact him?"

He Laosan looked at Fu Yan and hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to negotiate with him.

But Fu Yan's patience was not as good as he showed. He frowned slightly and shouted: "Peregrine Falcon."

He Feng agreed, and loaded the gun. The rifling collided with the barrel, making a crisp sound.

"I, I, I, I said!" He Laosan stretched his neck and shouted: "There is an emergency contact button on the communicator. If you meet you, press that."

"What does it mean?" Fu Yan asked.

"The representative saw you." He Laosan said, "You pass by here."

"That's the only way?" Fu Yan frowned: "Is there any contact method that represents other meanings?"

"Yes... Yes!" He Laosan said: "Send it once first. If you don't find me, you will send it again every half hour. If you temporarily change the route or turn back, you will send two messages in a row after half an hour."

This is similar to Fu Yan's conjecture. He Laosan has no education and does not know how to use high-end communicators, so the message should be concise.

Fu Yan turned on the communicator and took a look. He found that the communicator did not have a password or a fingerprint lock. When he pressed it, it was an icon for emergency communication. Obviously, Joe Eden didn't care much about it at the time, and He Laosan didn't know how to set it up. .

It's convenient, Fu Yan thought.

"Last question." Fu Yan asked, "Are there any other eyes around?"

"I don't know." He Laosan said with a bitter face, "Uncle PLA, I really don't know."

Fu Yan nodded and didn't ask him any more questions, apparently believing his words.

He Laosan felt relieved, and before he could catch his breath, he saw Fu Yan gesture towards He Feng.

"Take it out." Fu Yan said.

He Feng nodded, picked up He Laosan's back collar, and lifted him out.

He Laosan grabbed He Feng's hand and wanted to break him away, kicking his legs violently, couldn't help shouting at Fu Yan: "Didn't you fucking say that I will pay for my merits!"

"You have killed a hundred and ten lives, how many people will be lost with one life?" Fu Yan said.