I was Bitten by a Zombie

Zombies don't like to be exposed to the sun.

This is the experience that most survivors have gained one after another in the more than two months since the apocalypse broke out.

At this time, the door of the police station suddenly opened.

The zombies who heard the noise immediately rushed towards the thugs who opened the door.

However, the thugs were tall and strong, armed with knives and sticks. They easily took care of the zombies in a short time.

The corpses of the zombies were also thrown to both sides, leaving a way open.

A man with a scar on his eye was directing: "Faster, don't be too slow."

At this time, six thugs got into two cars in the yard.

These six thugs were not the ones I met yesterday.

Moreover, they had no guns on their waists, only sticks and machetes in their hands, and no tattoos on their arms.

It seems that people without guns have a lower status in the police department.

Maybe I got inspiration from that group of rich second generation people.

Two police cars drove out one after the other.

There are a few minutes in between.

A car honks its horn to attract the zombies' attention.

One vehicle is responsible for searching for food and water.

The iron door closed quickly.

On the roof of the third floor of the police station, there was a man looking at the surroundings with a telescope.

It's like looking out for companions who are out.

He also had a walkie-talkie in his hand, always observing the movements of the corpses and the road conditions ahead.

Zhang Cheng found a shady corner, used zombies as cover, and began to record the number of thugs and the time they went out.

About five minutes later.

The police car that had just driven out came back again.

And behind their car were a large group of zombies.

The streets around are not high-end communities, they are ordinary residential areas, so the population is dense and there are a lot of zombies.

The car drove around for a while, not to mention a lot of zombies, and at least thousands of zombies were disturbed.

Although there are a lot of zombies, and every time you go out, you are risking your life, but it is worth everything to survive.

"Open the door quickly!"

When the thugs saw their companions returning, they immediately opened the iron gate.

The car quickly drove into the yard, then the iron door was closed and the iron chain was locked, all in one go.

Obviously, this isn't the first time this has been done.

The trunk is open.

Mineral water, rice, oil, flour...

And a small amount of liquor and beer.

It's quite full.

However, one of the thugs, a fat-headed and sinister-faced man, grabbed one person's hair and cursed angrily: "Don't you understand what I'm saying! Why did you take so much wine!"

This fat man with big ears has a gun on his waist and a tattoo on his back.

The man who was caught immediately begged for mercy: "Brother Biao, there are too many zombies, we have no chance."

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Chapter 32 Set a trap for them!

Based on yesterday's observations.

Zhang Cheng found that the number of thugs was greater than he thought.

Thugs with guns, 13 of them.

The rest of the thugs were armed with iron bars, swing sticks, and machetes, and there were 21 of them.

Moreover, there were 6 scantily clad women inside.

Zhang Cheng didn't know that the day before the apocalypse broke out, he happened to be cracking down on pornography and illegal activities.

Therefore, some prostitutes and prostitutes were taken to the police station and detained.

As for their daily routine...

It's not a rule.

These thugs will clean up the zombies and come out to see them every two hours or so.

Make sure the iron door is strong.

When looking for food, we will come once at noon.

The people sent out to find food were all without guns.

Someone stood guard at night.

However, the people standing guard also did not have guns in their hands.

Thugs with guns obviously have ‘privileges’.

Although they regularly clean up zombies, they never stand guard.

Moreover, they consume a lot of water and food, but never come out to find food.

He would punch and kick people without guns at every turn.

The thugs on guard duty were obviously cowards.

I was so frightened by the zombies that I didn't dare to close my eyes all night. If there was any sign of trouble, I would go in and notify the people in the building.

If Zhang Cheng cuts the chain, the person on guard will definitely find out and notify all the thugs immediately.

Should we wait a little longer, or go ahead and do it!

Zhang Cheng thought for a while and decided to wait.

After all, there are many people on the other side. If they fight hard, although they can succeed, their bullets will definitely be empty.

…

At noon the next day, just like yesterday, the thugs quickly opened the iron gate and cleared the zombies in the alley to clear a path for the car.

Two police cars, one behind the other, set off a few minutes apart.

These thugs are not stupid.

After all, there is a wealth of criminal experience.

At this time, Zhang Cheng was already on the third floor of a restaurant outside the street, observing the route of the thugs.

The thugs had observed with binoculars. They knew where there were many zombies and where the roads were blocked by cars. Therefore, the routes were fixed and rarely changed unless there was an emergency.

For example, if a large group of zombies blocks the road, they will immediately back up.

Today is no exception. The thugs still focus on visiting grain and oil stores.

The rice, oil, and flour in grain and oil stores are more conspicuous and easy to move away.

You won’t waste too much time on the streets.

Zhang Cheng saw all this.

Seeing them getting into the car directly after carrying the rice, flour, and oil, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but muttered: "Would you rather get beaten than go get the wine?"

Thinking of this, an idea flashed in Zhang Cheng's mind, and he decided to set a trap for these thugs.

At night, Zhang Cheng moved all the liquor out of several convenience stores and piled them in front of a grain and oil store.

Moreover, they were all placed in front of a grain and oil store.

This grain and oil store is a store that thugs will definitely pass by on their travel routes.

…

The third day.

Just like dinner, the thugs quickly opened the iron gate, cleared away the zombies, and cleared the bodies away to allow the police car to pass.

The car in front is responsible for honking its horn to attract the attention of the zombies.

The last car left the alley after a while.

Same driving route.

In front of a grain and oil store.

The four thugs quickly got out of the car.

But, why is there so much liquor in front of this grain and oil store today?

I remember not seeing it yesterday.

However, the thugs can't control that much. Four people were beaten badly by Brother Biao recently.

Don’t you just want wine?

They all moved back today.

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Chapter 33: Pie in the sky?

"A pair of Aces."

"Three nines and a three."

"Three queens and a five."

"Wang Zha."

"Take off your clothes, take off your clothes."

"Come on, brothers, let's go."

Inside the police station.

Now it has become a class society.

The prostitute who had no status in the first place has now become a complete slave.

They entertained the thugs.

To be precise, it was for Liu Biao and his group of brothers to have fun.

Liu Biao was once the owner of Kaixing Nightclub. In fact, he was a gangster with a criminal record.

Because of intentional injury, he served five years in prison.

He had been summoned by the police for several homicide cases.

However, they were all released due to lack of evidence.

The day before the biochemical crisis broke out, he was caught by the police and brought back to the station for gambling and pornography.

As a result, things took a turn for the worse.

Anyway, this is the end of the world, and there is no difference between law and waste paper.

Liu Biao was very happy today. Those useless prostitutes actually brought back many boxes of liquor.