Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

“Hey!”

Ma Changshou opened the car door and got out with a cheerful smile on his face, as if he’d just become a grandfather, looking so happy.

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties got out from the driver’s side.

However, as soon as the two got out of the car, they were stunned.

Ma Changshou saw someone standing behind Zhang Su, someone whose face looked extremely familiar to him. Not long ago, there was some unpleasant business between them…

“Um… Boss Zhang, you, him, hehe…”

Ma Changshou awkwardly pointed at Guo Dachao and rubbed his hands.

“What’s up?” Zhang Su pretended not to understand, then suddenly realized: “Oh, oh, oh, I got it. Dachao left the city before, and you charged him a toll, right?”

“Right!” Guo Dachao pointed at Ma Changshou unhappily and said: “It was him, he had people take a lot of things from my car!”

“Oh, little brother, how was I supposed to know you knew Boss Zhang? If you had said his name earlier, I wouldn’t have asked you for anything. It’s all a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding!”

Ma Changshou turned his head to the people beside him and said, “Quickly get back the toll from the Haranda last time!”

“Hahaha, thanks then, Village Chief Ma. My little brother here was just unfortunate, having just left the city! A little misunderstanding, everything’s fine after it’s cleared up.”

Zhang Su stepped forward, pulled a plastic bag out of his pocket, and handed it decisively to Ma Changshou, saying: “Here’s what you wanted, count it.”

“Ah, Boss Zhang is a man of his word. Five, ten, fifteen…”

Though he said he trusted Zhang Su, his hands quickly opened the plastic bag, poured the pills from the bottle into his hand, and began counting. This medicine was too important to him to make any mistakes.

Zhang Su didn’t mind this little matter; his gaze wandered through the village, spotting some busy villagers but noting nothing suspicious.

“Right, the quantity is correct, Boss Zhang. Come, look at the big fat pigs!”

With that said, Ma Changshou opened the van’s rear door.

Zhang Su and the others all moved to the back of the van, inside which stood three big-bellied sows neatly in a row, cramped even though the rear seats had been removed.

“Even the stench seems kind of fragrant, haha.”

Lu Yubo dramatically sniffed the air without a hint of dislike. In these times, if you want to taste pork, you have to first smell the pig feces.

“Nice.” Zhang Su took a look, closed the tailgate, clapped his hands, and said, “Village Chief Ma, just like we said before, when the pigs are giving birth, you’ll need to lend me a professional in postnatal care for sows, haha.”

Since the other party hadn’t mentioned the Cyan Dragon Corps, he definitely wasn’t going to bring it up.

“Lending is no problem, but Boss Zhang, we had a meeting today and I have a decision to tell you.”

“Your village’s meeting decision needs to be told to me? Does it concern me?” Zhang Su was intrigued.

Ma Changshou waved his hand and laughed: “Here’s the thing, you see, now there’s this Survivor Alliance in the city, mainly roping in survivors from the north. Fewer people are leaving the city, sometimes you won’t see anyone for days, and those who don’t have a car just wade through the river. We’re stationed here, and there’s no gain.”

“So after discussion with the village cadres, we decided to move north, maybe explore near Qing County.”

“Qing County? There are quite a few people in the county. Are you really going?”

Zhang Su raised an eyebrow. Ma Changshou wouldn’t say this without reason; it was obvious West Camp Village decided to join the Cyan Dragon Corps!

“We don’t have to go to the county itself, just find a place with fertile land and water. Don’t worry, Boss Zhang, I know your camp is near Niuquanzi Town; we definitely won’t set up nearby.”

Ma Changshou said confidently.

Zhang Su pursed his lips, slightly regretting: “We’re losing a good neighbor. When does West Camp Village plan to leave?”

Ma Changshou glanced at the village and said: “As soon as we harvest this crop, we’ll leave, at the earliest in ten days, or at most half a month. Winter is coming, we must hurry.”

“When you leave, what about this place, and that…” Zhang Su pointed in the direction of the bridge and said, “You don’t want it?”

“Don’t want it!” Ma Changshou decisively said, “If Boss Zhang has the manpower, you can take over the bridge, but just like I said before, it’s pointless, there’s no one around.”

“Alright, then that’s it. It’s getting late; we should go back to take care of the big sows, haha!”

Zhang Su patted the van and said to Lu Yubo, “Bozai, since you’re not bothered by the smell, you drive.”

“Haha, alright!”

Lu Yubo accepted gladly.

“Boss Zhang, if I may ask, what eventually happened with Beita Camp?”

Ma Changshou had been curious about this and finally asked.

Zhang Su grinned: “There’s no more Beita Camp, it’s gone, all gone. Goodbye.”

With that, he led the group into their cars and left West Camp Village.

“Village Chief… I don’t think they know anything. Has the Cyan Dragon Corps not found their camp?”

Watching the two cars slowly drive away, a middle-aged man who had remained silent quietly spoke to Ma Changshou.

Ma Changshou frowned and said: “Maybe, but as long as they stay near Niuquanzi Town, the Cyan Dragon Corps will find them eventually. There might be a fierce battle then. We have to find a way to get the villagers into logistics roles to avoid being sent as cannon fodder.”

“What can we do… Xiao Ga, Mengzi, they seem like good fighters, surely they’ll be assigned to combat roles.”

“What can we do? We’ll think of something! We’ve gathered so much grain, we won’t have trouble pulling some strings! There’s always a way!”

Ma Changshou believed in avoiding conflict when possible. Surviving safely was the priority, by any means necessary.

Zhang Su drove away from West Camp Village by more than a kilometer. No matter how good his hearing, it was impossible to hear Ma Changshou’s conversation, but it didn’t affect his judgment.

Twenty minutes later, the two vehicles passed by a pile of burning zombie corpses. The sky was a little dark, showing the charred fields and a single pile of blackened material burning with yellow flames—aftermath of a big fire.

“Eh?”

Guo Dachao curiously looked out the window: “Brother Su, are all the zombie corpses burned up?”

Normally, no matter how you burn them, there shouldn’t be nothing left, yet now the fields showed a big black patch with no remnants.

“Looks like it, the burning efficiency of these zombie corpses is a bit odd…”

Zhang Su was surprised. Human corpses couldn’t possibly burn like this, and no one would guess over eight hundred zombie bodies burned here!

“Defies science, not even any inorganic material left?” Guo Dachao, with some common sense, frowned at the fire, puzzled.

“Ha, saying that means there’s no point in studying it. Zombies themselves are not scientific. It’s interesting, so leave it for surviving scientists to research!”

As they spoke, the car turned onto a self-constructed road, soon reaching the mountain.

Several people guarding the gate had received news of the returning car and had moved the roadblocks aside.

The two cars parked, and the camp’s people quickly gathered around. Every return was warmly received.

“Big fat pigs, where are the big fat pigs? I want to see!”

Zheng Xinyu was craning her neck, looking around.

“Woof!”

Corgi Good Fortune grabbed Zheng Xinyu’s pants and pulled her toward the van.

“Sister-in-law, over here, haha!” Lu Yubo ran to the van’s back and opened the door.

Oink oink, oink oink.

The three sows, apparently quite desperately uncomfortable from the bumpy ride, eagerly wanted to get out. But sensing it was a bit high, they dared not jump, needing a wooden plank to gradually get out.

“Hey, don’t run around!”

“Geez, how can they dash like that with such big bellies!”

Nonetheless, when the sows landed, terrified by the new environment and smells, they dashed around rooting everywhere.

“Woof woof! Woof woof!”

While the others were at a loss, Good Fortune deftly darted in all directions, using tactics like nipping at their hooves and tails, and barking to corral the three sows.

“Ha, the cattle dog’s turned into a pig shepherd!”

Zheng Xinyu watched Good Fortune busily rounding up the sows, laughing with delight.

Zhang Su watched the three sows frantically circle the camp and said, exasperated: “Okay, get the pigs into the pen quickly, or they might deliver early!”

Every piglet was precious, and an early litter would be distressing.

Everyone bustled around, and soon the sows were in the pen, and the grain was stored away.