Chapter 255: What Must Come Will Come

"You six-team don't care about points, but I do—don't you ever rush into action again!"

"That's right, fifty points can buy a lot of good cigarettes and liquor—even if our three-team splits it, it's still a lot!"

Lei Zi's indifferent attitude sparked strong dissatisfaction from the other two team leaders.

In the Qinglong Military Unit, points are a high-value currency, exclusively used to exchange for luxuries like tobacco, alcohol, and tea; there are few ways to earn them, making them extremely precious.

Lei Zi waved his hand. "Alright, alright, drag the corpses back—you can get ten points for that. I don't want any, it's all yours. Are you guys going to the United Village or not? Stop being such a pain!"

After speaking, he turned away casually and walked toward the car.

Team Three's leader, Brother Sun, and Team Five's old Hou exchanged a glance, both sighing helplessly, then ordered their men to load the mutated zombie corpses onto the vehicle and returned to their own car.

The convoy set off again, crawling slowly over the bumpy road, especially the box truck, swaying wildly as if it might tip over at any moment.

Far behind, Zhang Su frowned at the convoy—he noticed something strange.

And that little brother who had been with him that day.

Zhang Su didn't know whether the Survivor Alliance had any connection with the Qinglong Military Unit.

The equipment of those unfamiliar people was clearly superior to Zhang Xin's group—their bulging chests and backs suggested they wore bulletproof vests; though the angle was poor, it was clear these men carried rifles—they must be elite squads within the Survivor Alliance!

Their appearance wasn't hard to explain: Zhang Su guessed they were still hunting for Duan Wu and Fu Wei.

"After dealing with the Qinglong Military Unit, I need to get some equipment for Fu Wei as soon as possible!"

Zhang Su pushed his electric scooter forward, lost in thought; when the convoy started moving again, he didn't hurry to follow—there was no need.

"Who the hell are these people now…"

Two other vehicles held people he didn't recognize.

He could even see that, as they passed the intersection, Zhang Xin kept turning his head toward the United Village.

"Could there be some special weapon hidden in the cargo box?"

As for why they came at two-something in the morning, it was probably to avoid witnesses and prevent unnecessary trouble.

The United Village was dead or fled—it had become a death village. Going there now would be pointless. He had no interest in following them, just to avoid having to hide later if the convoy turned back.

"Survivor Alliance people!"

Watching the vehicles drive off, Zhang Su leaned against the second floor of a shop, quietly thinking—Fu Wei had arrived barely a few days and already extracted results from the petrified-skin zombies. Technology really does change life…

Earlier, the box truck had moved smoothly without noise, but now, due to violent shaking, something inside was banging against the walls—thud, thud—clearly heavy and badly rattled.

Better to lie in wait in Beidong Town and use this time to refine his ambush plan.

As the vehicles neared, he heard muffled curses coming from inside.

Zhang Su was planning when he heard the sound of approaching vehicles from the United Village direction—he didn't need to guess; it was surely the Qinglong Military Unit returning empty-handed.

"It seems Fu Wei is highly valued in the Alliance!"

Yet during this ambush setup, Zhang Su suddenly spotted four vehicles racing from the south, headlights blazing, engines roaring loudly in his ears!

Zhang Su frowned slightly—he wasn't particularly surprised; he'd known Zhang Xin wouldn't get away so easily after returning to the Survivor Alliance.

Zhang Su quickly ducked into a roadside shop, feeling deep down that tonight was going to be wild.

Soon, the four vehicles arrived at Beidong Town. As expected, they slowed due to the bumpy road—and precisely because of that, Zhang Su clearly saw inside!

Zhang Xin!

"Fuck, a whole village, left with corpses everywhere, couldn't even hold off zombies—useless, all of you are useless!"

"Shut the hell up, you're annoying!"

"The United Village lost over fifty people—now we've lost a lot of food…"

"People are dead, but the food's still there. We don't have time to pick up trash—after we get back, tell Teams Seven and Eight to come clean it up!"

As they discussed, the vehicle passed the bumpy stretch and headed north—no one knew a small electric scooter trailed behind.

Tianmayu, quiet yet heavy with tension—though it was deep night, not a single soul could sleep.

"They're here!"

Zheng Xinyu's voice came through the radio to everyone.

Below the mountain, the convoy reached the self-built road; in the darkness, details were unclear, but the rumbling engines were dense—clearly many vehicles!

In moments, the engine roar grew louder as the convoy began climbing the slope. As the sound drew near, the lead vehicle reached the Shanmen, slammed on the brakes, and a chorus of screeching tires echoed.

"This is the Tianmayu Safe Camp. Who are you? What do you want?"

Qi Xiaoshuai, standing guard at the Shanmen, feigned authority, holding his automatic rifle with exaggerated confidence.

As a duty sentry, if he didn't even have decent weapons, it would look ridiculous!

"We're from the Qinglong Military Unit. It's the scheduled day for grain delivery—open the gate!"

The driver of the lead box truck stuck his head out, speaking with utter entitlement.

"How do you prove you're from the Qinglong Military Unit?"

Qi Xiaoshuai shone his flashlight directly into the speaker's face—no courtesy at all.

Dā dā dā dā.

A string of shots fired into the air echoed through the mountains.

When silence returned, the man spoke again: "Look at the vehicles behind us—aside from our Qinglong Military Unit, who else in this region could muster such a force?"

"Why come to collect grain at night?"

Qi Xiaoshuai feigned surprise, still refusing to open the gate.

"A week is a week—after midnight, it's due. Who cares if it's day or night? Open the gate now, or we won't be polite!"

Liu Lei from the second vehicle pounded on the door, acting brutally, then pointed at Qi Xiaoshuai on the platform: "You still holding that shitty rifle? Who are you trying to scare? Hand it over, or I'll shoot you!"

"What's with all the yelling? Night watch without a gun? That's a joke! We agreed to deliver grain, not hand over weapons!"

Qi Xiaoshuai snapped back, slinging the rifle over his shoulder, adopting an insolent yet reluctantly submissive posture.

"Wait. There's a lot blocking the gate—I'll call for help. Don't rush me!"

Saying that, Qi Xiaoshuai picked up his radio and pretended to make an announcement.

"Still acting all tough, fuck."

The Qinglong Military Unit didn't rush—they knew collecting protection fees required patience. As long as the supplies were delivered, a bit of bad attitude was understandable.

Less than five minutes later, four or five men stormed out from the camp, grumbling, and quickly moved all the roadblocks behind the gate, then opened the gate.

"This place's defenses are actually pretty strong!"

As the convoy rolled in, headlights sweeping the surroundings, Old Hou muttered quietly.

The perimeter wall looked crude, but it was poured concrete reinforced with steel—its defensive capability was undeniable.

The Shanmen was the same—though ugly in design, it was functional, with dense coils of barbed wire and bizarre-shaped barricades. All looked rough, but anyone with knowledge could tell these would be devastating against zombies.

If they hadn't been well-prepared and heavily armed, they'd never dare step into this camp!

"Well thought out—not just defenses against zombies, but if they'd refused to open the gate, we'd have had a hell of a time forcing our way in!"

Hou Changjun scanned the area, watching survivors slowly emerge from the camp, their faces wary.

"What's so impressive? Bring the Type 99 tank and just crush this dirt wall. Barricades? Total bullshit!"

Liu Lei sneered dismissively.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think we can use the Type 99? Even Teams One and Two need approval to use it—your brain's simple!"

"Don't need the Type 99 anyway. Just ram the back of the truck, open the cargo, and they'll all be stunned!"

Liu Lei had extreme confidence.

"You're thinking way too simply…" Sun Jianwei shook his head. Liu Lei had long passed confidence—he was pure arrogance.

Hou Changjun said: "The Type 003 is powerful, but not invincible. If you wreck it, see if the Commander doesn't come after you!"

"Heh, just kidding—I've got it under control!" Liu Lei grinned, saying he had control, yet giving off a thoroughly unreliable vibe.

As over ten vehicles entered the camp, the wide parking lot, dormant since the disaster, buzzed with activity for the first time.

(End of Chapter)