Chapter 192: An Eye for an Eye

"Those whose names are called, follow me!"

Zhang Su feared delays would invite trouble; he didn't want to wait another moment—what if the North Tower Camp moved under cover of night?

Besides, at night his advantage was enormous; exaggerate it, and even if he went alone, he could wipe out every last person in the North Tower Camp, because they were basically blind!

"What?"

"I'm going… Brother Su, this is too sudden—wasn't it supposed to be tomorrow?"

"Hahaha, good, good, good!"

Those called assumed Zhang Su had planned ahead, never imagining they had only ten minutes to prepare—it was far too rushed.

"Mr. Zhang, the victory banquet isn't over yet..."

Yu Wen pointed at the food on the table, barely touched.

"Two achievements, one celebration—isn't that better for conserving resources?"

Zhang Su stood up, looked at Yu Qing: "Any new bombs you've cooked up? I'm going to return the favor!"

"Yes!"

Yu Qing nervously rubbed her hands—she was glad her weapons might finally be useful, but she feared any mistake might ruin everything.

"I told you it was them! Fuck, just wait to die!"

Zhang Su asked.

"Must be eradicated—quickly!"

"Uncertain about the power? Are you afraid it's too strong—or too weak?"

Guo Dachao stood up, his voice thin: "I—I don't have a gun. Maybe I shouldn't go."

Lu Yubo exploded instantly, setting down his chopsticks: "I'll eat when I get back—it'll taste even better then!"

Ten minutes later, in front of the parking lot, Zhang Su was fully armed, giving a pre-battle pep talk.

"Brothers and sisters who've fought beside me know: though I'm heartless, I've always hated humans turning on each other. Even when faced with unreasonable people, I try to reason first. But what have the North Tower Camp bastards done? Everyone's seen it. Shouldn't we eradicate them quickly?"

"If others attack me, I will strike back!"

Of the ten called, the most surprising was Guo Dachao—no one expected Zhang Su would take a newcomer on such a critical mission.

"No gun? No problem—I'll give you a pistol for now."

Yu Qing pursed her lips: "The last one was too weak, so this time… it might be bigger."

Instantly, the Tianma Yu Safe Camp buzzed with activity—those called prepared ammunition, checked weapons, donned gear...

"Brother Su!"

Zhang Su walked out of the dining hall, turned at the door, and said: "By the way, to spare you unnecessary worry, Liu Tianji and I didn't tell you—the horde today was deliberately lured here. Who did it? Figure it out yourselves!"

Zhang Su left the dining hall with a parting remark—he'd spoken at length with Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanjian about Guo Dachao and Yang Wenjie's performance against the horde, found no issues with either, so he left Yang Wenjie behind and brought Guo Dachao along for further testing.

"Big Bù, pack it well—I'll take it with me!"

"I do have one… but the power's uncertain."

"What? Shit, it's definitely those bastards from North Tower Camp!"

Everyone present knew mercy had no value in the apocalypse—even Yu Qing, usually the soft-hearted one, had no objections and even provided a massive thunder bomb—North Tower Camp had been too cruel!

"You're with me—you're family. This place is home to family. When family is bombed and the dead swarm our home, we won't tolerate it. Get in the vehicles!"

At his command, the other ten boarded two RVs, started the engines, and rolled forward slowly.

"Hurry back, everyone—stay safe! I'll wait for you to finish the victory banquet! Fuck!"

Zhao Dezhu stood among the crowd, cursing as he waved his uninjured arm, feeling fate mocked him—ever since setting up camp at Tianma Yu, he'd been injured nonstop. He'd have been safer wandering the wasteland.

He was seething—this whole mess started with him getting shot, yet when it came time to act, he was crippled, and they didn't even take him...

The two vehicles drove off under the gaze of those left behind. On both sides of the mountain road, unprocessed corpses of the dead still lay—under the headlights, they looked like a hellish battlefield, deeply chilling.

"Guo Dachao!"

Zhang Su, driving, called out behind him. In his vision, Guo Dachao's head now floated three bubbles.

【Deep Affection】 【Introverted】 【Strict with Self and Others】

At the victory banquet, he'd used the 【Insight Tag】 on Guo Dachao—and precisely because of 【Deep Affection】, he'd judged the man acceptable; in the apocalypse, few still held onto deep affection.

Whether toward women, brothers, or the team, this trait was excellent.

As for introversion, it wasn't a problem. But the biggest bubble amused Zhang Su—people who were strict with themselves but lenient with others were loved; Guo Dachao, strict with himself and others, was not.

Like a boss who showed up at 6 a. . every day, cleaned the office, and demanded his subordinates arrive at 6 a. . too...

Since he hadn't yet earned the camp's trust, Guo Dachao's trait hadn't manifested yet—but if properly channeled, it could yield positive results.

"Brother Su."

Guo Dachao hurried forward upon hearing Zhang Su call him—he didn't know his traits had already been laid bare. He gripped the driver's partition: "What's up?"

"I heard you and your wife fought bravely today, and you've worked hard these past days. How do you feel about the camp?"

Zhang Su asked.

Everyone in the vehicle fell silent, listening.

Guo Dachao forced a smile: "It feels... warm."

"Right? Feels like home, huh? Hehe!"

Zheng Xinyu teased from beside him.

"Yes, it feels like home," Guo Dachao nodded, sincerely.

Only after enduring hardship and danger for too long did one realize how precious it was to have a stable place to sleep and eat.

Zhang Su glanced at Guo Dachao in the rearview mirror: "Between your supplies, your labor these days, and your bravery against the dead today, the past incident over the car is erased. From now on, you and your wife are official members of the safe camp!"

"Really? Thank you, thank you, Brother Su!"

Guo Dachao had been anxious since leaving—he feared being used as cannon fodder, worried his wife might be threatened. Now, finally, he relaxed—he trusted Zhang Su's status; he wouldn't lie in front of so many.

"Congratulations on becoming a good partner of the heartless one."

Zheng Xinyu clapped Guo Dachao on the shoulder like a buddy.

The others also shook his hand, offering goodwill.

"I won't give you an assault rifle yet—you've never trained, you'd handle it poorly. A pistol's more practical."

Zhang Su, still driving, pulled out an USP and handed it to Zheng Xinyu, who passed it to Guo Dachao, who stared eagerly.

"Don't worry—I'll be careful, extra careful!"

Guo Dachao clutched the cold USP, his expression complex—he'd never held a real gun in his life, not until over a month after the apocalypse, and not from someone he'd once harmed.

"Bozi, teach Guo Dachao how to use a gun."

"Got it! Let big bro teach you!"

Lu Yubo loved being a teacher—too bad chances to show off were rare.

(End of Chapter)