Chapter 69: I feel like you're insulting me

"The devils in hell are running wild all over the streets; they don't need you, dog thing!"

Zhang Su spat and then said to the people beside him, "Move!"

Not waiting for the zombies to finish their meal, Zhang Su took his weapon and charged forward first. Zhong Xiaoshan and Wang Guangjun didn't dare to lag behind and followed closely.

"Give it back!"

Zheng Xinyu found her hands empty and snatched the baseball bat back from Pan Ru, rushing forward.

When zombies are eating, they seem to have been injected with a tranquilizer and are relatively much quieter. They didn't react even when people killed their way to their vicinity, which made it almost like a sneak attack, greatly reducing the pressure on Zhang Su and his group.

*Thump, thump, bang. *

In one encounter, Zhang Su and Wang Guangjun each dealt with one zombie. Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan's attacks were slightly weaker, but they also killed two after a few strikes.

By the time the remaining two zombies launched an attack, it was too late. In less than a minute, the six zombies were wiped out by the four of them, falling to the side, lifeless.

*Gurgle, gurgle... *

Ma Xuechuo, bleeding from multiple places, wasn't dead yet. He stared at the people in front of him with dead-fish eyes, a strange sense of regret inexplicably welling up in his heart.

Regret for why he had to go against such powerful people...

If he had really chosen to kill the zombies, would it have been possible to become their companion and live on well?

Unfortunately, there was no chance to start over. He finally closed his eyes, unwilling.

"In this world, you really shouldn't have a shred of sympathy!"

Zhang Su looked coldly at Ma Xuechuo, who had breathed his last, and said to the people beside him.

"I really didn't expect this. I saw he was full of morale and thought he was really going to kill zombies, but he turned around and bit us. This kind of guy is too terrifying."

Zhong Xiaoshan held a blood-dripping iron wrench, a look of confusion on her face. The distortion of human nature was constantly washing over her brain.

"He definitely wasn't the most hateful one!"

Zhang Su took one last look at Ma Xuechuo and then looked outside. The zombies on the street had been cleared, and the further zombies were over a hundred meters away. This gas station was safe for the time being.

He turned to look at Pan Ru, who was shivering in the back. "You go. Go adapt to this new world. Oh, right, that Q5 is too smelly, I don't want it. You drive it away."

Pan Ru looked at the dilapidated and unfamiliar street with a deathly pale face. She could feel that Zhang Su really had no interest in her and no intention of including her in the team. Continuing to beg would be meaningless.

Shivering, she walked toward the Q5. When she brushed past Zhang Su, she paused and looked at him.

"Thank you, you're a good person."

Zhang Su felt like he had been electrocuted, his eyes wide as he looked at the woman within arm's reach. He couldn't even remember how long it had been since he had received a "good person" card.

"Zhang Su, you bastard, you're really black-hearted."

"Zhang Su, you scumbag!"

"Zhang Su, you're a total asshole."

"Brother Su, doing this is really heartless."

These were the evaluations he heard most often...

Zhang Su laughed at himself. "I accept your thanks, but you say I'm a good person—why does it feel like you're insulting me?"

Pan Ru shook her head and smiled bleakly, looking at Ma Xuechuo's corpse. "Meeting you was my luck. You exposed this guy's true face; otherwise, I would have been sold by him sooner or later, and I don't know where I would have died in some dark, sunless corner."

Zhang Su didn't deny Pan Ru's speculation; based on Ma Xuechuo's actions, it was entirely possible. He raised his hand and patted Pan Ru's shoulder lightly. "Go. I hope you have good luck all the way."

"Brother, can I trade something else for that watch?"

Pan Ru said hesitantly, not daring to meet Zhang Su's eyes.

Zhang Su raised an eyebrow, confused. "It can't be eaten or drunk, so why do you want it? And what are you planning to trade with?"

Pan Ru pointed at the Q5. "Anything in the car, whatever you like... That watch was a birthday gift from my mom, and I want to keep it."

Zhang Su sighed secretly. Whether they could live until tomorrow was a question, yet she was still thinking about these external things. However, he felt that having a memento was good; it was a spiritual pillar, after all.

Just as he was pondering, he felt something tap his arm. He turned his head and saw Zheng Xinyu handing him the gift box.

"Trade for something useful..."

Zheng Xinyu felt that if they took someone's only spiritual memento, they would have bad luck.

"I'll go check the car!"

After taking the gift box, Zhang Su walked toward the Q5.

The stench of zombie rot was hard to smell, but the stench of mixed feces and urine was even harder to bear. Zhang Su had just stepped forward to get into the car when he shrank back. He walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, rummaged around, and walked back to Pan Ru carrying a toolbox.

"Do you know engineering and machine repair?"

Zhang Su found a Bosch toolbox slightly larger than a briefcase in the car, which contained various exquisite tools: an electric screwdriver, a hand saw, various wrenches, hammers, etc.

Pan Ru looked at the toolbox suspiciously and shook her head blankly. "I work at a bank, and he was wasting time at his parents' teahouse. It was probably... a gift when we bought the car."

Zhang Su nodded. Regardless of its origin, it was a good thing. He handed the watch gift box to Pan Ru. "One box for one box. Here you go. I got some blood on it, clean it up yourself."

"Thank you, thank you. Thank you all..."

Pan Ru hurriedly took the gift box, held it in her arms, and her eyes turned red. She bowed repeatedly to thank them, not forgetting to thank Zheng Xinyu and the others.

"Take this."

Zhang Su handed the toolbox to Zhong Xiaoshan, then pulled a box of self-heating rice and a bottle of water from his backpack and stuffed them into Pan Ru's arms. He said solemnly to her, "You have to be ruthless, you have to be completely shameless, only then will you have hope of surviving!"

Such rare generosity left Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan stunned. In the two women's minds, Zhang Su was particularly stingy, so his willingness to give away precious food and water was truly rare.

"Is it because this box of tools is very valuable?"

The two couldn't help but think this.

In the past, a 108-piece Bosch toolbox would only cost less than two thousand yuan, and if there was a promotion, it might be bought for just over a thousand, far less valuable than a Cartier watch. But now, it was completely different!

Weapons, food, water, medicine, and tools were critical supplies for survival!

If industry could be restored in a short time, that would be fine, but if the situation continued to be bad, the role of tools would become greater and greater.

The high value of the tools was one aspect, but Zhang Su's meaning was for Pan Ru to take the food and drink and leave quickly—the things in the convenience store had nothing to do with her...

"Thank you..."

Pan Ru didn't have too many complex thoughts. She knew she should leave. Without hesitation, she ran back to the car. Although she really wanted to go into the convenience store to get some more things, she didn't dare to make such a request.

Zhang Su didn't ask where Pan Ru was going, because he couldn't provide more help, and asking would be meaningless.

Pan Ru didn't tell Zhang Su where she was going either, because she didn't know herself. Perhaps she would first get some cold-weather clothing, or perhaps she would first find a decent place to stay...

The car started. Pan Ru waved to Zhang Su and the others, slowly drove out of the gas station, and drove toward the unknown.

Three days, over twenty thousand words in the draft, I'm crying... I shouldn't have forced myself to write when I wasn't in a good state. I'll rest, I'll rest.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 70 =====