Chapter 235

"By the way, can you tell me about the internal structure of your Alliance?"

Zhang Su wanted to take this opportunity to gain an in-depth understanding of the Survivor Alliance's situation. After all, Duan Wuhu and Fu Weijun were really at his place. In case of a conflict one day, knowing oneself and the enemy is the only way to win every battle.

"Structure? What's there that can't be said!" Zhang Xin thought Zhang Su was collecting information to judge what kind of official he could be if he joined the Alliance, and very actively spilled the beans on the internal situation of the Alliance.

"Brother Zhang, if you really have twenty people under you and they come with weapons, if you join the Alliance, you'd be at least a deputy regiment commander! You'd be my direct superior, and then I'd have to bow and scrape when I see you, hehe."

"Then I'd better not go, haha..." Zhang Su laughed it off and kept some important information about the Survivor Alliance in his mind.

"Old Zhang, there's one more thing I want to ask you. When you came, what did the people in Xidaying Village tell you?" After laughing, Zhang Su said very earnestly: "Don't lie to me, this is very important to me!"

"Uh..." Zhang Xin's expression stiffened, and he said: "It seems Brother Zhang knows everything. That's right, when we crossed the bridge, we were stopped by a group of old farmers. Later, we went to Xidaying Village. That guy named Old Ma was stubborn at first and wouldn't say anything. Later, a traitor appeared in their village and told me your information, and that's how I knew there was a leader surnamed Zhang in this area!"

Zhang Xin shook his head, a look of memory appearing in his eyes, recalling the zombie hordes he had encountered—all scenes he couldn't bear to look back on.

Zhang Su shook his head: "Haven't tested it, but according to the power, it should be fine. Remember to charge it. If I go to the city, or you come to the north, use this to contact me."

Zhang Su felt emotional and had a new understanding of Ma Changshou. He felt that this neighbor was actually quite good, but it was a pity he had already defected to the Green Dragon Corps; otherwise, he could have been incorporated into Tianma Island like the United Village.

"How would I know... just use it blindly. Wait, I'll find someone to ask for you." Zhang Xin beckoned to someone not far away: "Little Hu, come here!"

"Fine, I'll see you off, and by the way, I'll take the car. Oh, I might as well take these weapons too."

"Right, the radio said the Survivor Alliance successfully repelled two zombie horde attacks. Is that true?" Zhang Su asked casually.

"What happened to that traitor in the end?" Zhang Su asked, keeping his composure.

"Old Zhang, take this!"

"Captain Zhang, what's up?"

"This one, the CS/L2 submachine gun, entered service after being developed in 2004, 9mm caliber, it's the short version of the 05-type, with an effective range of 150 meters, usually equipped for SWAT teams."

"How was it? Just as the little brat was about to say some key information, Old Ma moved fast and blew the kid away with one shot. Damn, it scared me at the time, I thought a big battle was about to break out. Fortunately, everyone restrained themselves and stabilized the situation, damn it!"

"Ma Changshou? That's Old Ma, Village Chief Ma, right? This guy is very deep. Before, I saw him bowing and scraping with a smile, and I thought he was a soft touch. Later, seeing him draw his gun, he's definitely not!"

"Keep it safe, don't let anyone find out and treat you as a spy!"

Zhang Xin took the walkie-talkie, looked at it, and nodded: "This is high-end stuff, a professional-grade walkie-talkie, it should be fine for ten kilometers, right?"

"This Ma Changshou is interesting."

"SWAT team..."

"Damn, you guys are really something, plucking feathers from a passing goose, haha. Fine, I don't want the pistol, this submachine gun..."

He is tough, not stupid, and certainly not unafraid of death. On the contrary, he is living very comfortably in the Alliance now, his courage has been slowly worn away, and he is somewhat afraid of death. After experiencing this, he just wants to hurry back to the Alliance and find a girl to have fun with.

Zhang Xin seemed to have not found someone he could chat with happily for a long time. Facing Zhang Su's questions, he told everything he knew: "The mall is high and low. There are a few smart guys in the Alliance who designed some traps. The zombies can't even think about getting upstairs. Unless they tear the building down, we are absolutely safe up there, and we just need to kill them slowly. As for the scale, the time I was there, there were about ten thousand or so!"

Zhang Su savored the Alliance's tactics in his heart and felt there were merits to them. Hearing the number of zombies, he couldn't help but gasp. Being able to solve so many zombies, no matter what method was used, is very impressive!

"Eh, Brother Zhang, what's going on with the street outside, why is it so bumpy?"

"Leave the pistol for me..." Zhang Xin said quite reluctantly: "There are a few hundred pounds of grain we brought from Xidaying Village in that car, I'll give it all to you, just leave the pistol for me."

"That's right. A little brat, fourteen or fifteen, sixteen, not even fully grown yet, and he wanted to defect and join our Survivor Alliance. He stood up and said Village Chief Ma was lying, saying Xidaying Village had trade dealings with the Boss Zhang who drives an RV. Haha, the faces of those people in Xidaying Village turned green at the time!"

"Fifty or sixty survivors couldn't hold out... it was really miserable."

In the Mercedes, Zhang Su opened the window, leaned out, and handed a walkie-talkie to Zhang Xin, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the Tank 300.

"Originally, there was a village nearby that gathered fifty or sixty survivors, but later it was attacked by a zombie horde and almost wiped out. The marks on the road were left during the battle with the zombies. A few who survived joined my camp."

Zhang Su said, half-truth and half-lie.

Zhang Xin pointed to the submachine gun in Zhang Su's hand.

Zhang Su picked up the submachine gun from beside Deputy Captain Old Yan and frowned: "What model is this?"

Little Hu reported the firearm's data very efficiently.

What he gave Zhang Xin was the walkie-talkie he had previously used to contact United Village. Now that United Village had been incorporated into Tianma Island, he could take back the high-signal walkie-talkie from Wang Longzhong.

Recalling the experience at Xidaying Village earlier, Zhang Xin was still somewhat fearful.

Zhang Xin shook his head with a strange expression, confirming once again that there are no soft touches in this world today!

"He is very shrewd. It's obvious he doesn't want to get involved in the disputes, but it's a pity that in this world today, it's not easy to protect oneself..."

Zhang Su looked at the gun in his hand and continued to walk forward.

"What gun did you say this was earlier?"

Zhang Su's heart stirred, and he tentatively asked: "Traitor?"

Zhang Xin shrugged and said: "That's not a lie, there were indeed two attacks, but I only caught one. The other time I was out on a mission and only found out after I went back."

Zhang Su muttered with a half-smile.

Seeing other factions slowly merging, annexing, and growing stronger, Zhang Su also had ideas and planned to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Ma Changshou.

"Not bad, you guys are quite capable. What was the scale of the attack, and what method did you use to kill them?"

Zhang Xin asked, thinking of the situation in the town.

The young man was twenty-five or twenty-six, very spirited, and ran over to look at the two of them with high spirits.

"The frequency is tuned, right? Fine, got it." Zhang Xin played with the walkie-talkie, feeling very prestigious. This style is only equipped for core members in the Alliance; a small captain like him has no chance.

"Rest assured, Brother Zhang, then... see you later!"

Zhang Su got off the car together and said with a smile.

Then, the two discussed some topics about zombies. After a while, Zhang Xin looked at his watch and stood up: "Brother Zhang, that's it for today, I have to rush back to report. If you have a chance, remember to come to the city to play. The road out of the city is still quite clean!"

"See you later!"

With a simple farewell, the three cars parted ways at the intersection, the RV and the FJ Cruiser heading north, and the Tank 300 heading south.

(End of chapter)