Women in the last days are miserable. They have to avoid zombies and hunger constantly, and they have to face men who vent their animal desires to them under the pressure of the last days. Zhang Xiaoqiang has found many women, most of whom have been tortured by men. Sometimes even they themselves don't know what's the point of living.
But the women in front of them are not hollow and numb, they are afraid, they try their best to cover up their naked parts, and hide themselves behind their companions of the opposite sex, when they see those combatants with guns on their backs, they look at them unscrupulously When they looked at them, they trembled with fear.
These men in ragged clothes, yellow and thin, were pointed at by countless guns when they came to Zhang Xiaoqiang. These men were like quails that had been drenched in the rainstorm. They dared not do anything except shrink their heads, waiting for the man in front of them to decide their fate. .
Before Zhang Xiaoqiang could speak, Wang Le behind him spoke first. He looked at the slender bald man who was nearly fifty years old and spoke.
"Haha... Isn't this Director Ma? Hey, hey! Why is your big belly, which is said to be a size 43, gone?"
Director Ma didn't know what he looked like before. The clothes on his body obviously didn't fit him. The jacket on his upper body and the pants on his lower body were obviously a lot too big. Others used a belt to tie his waist. He didn't know where to find it. A faded nylon rope was tied to the trousers at the waist, but the trousers were too big, and a large part of them was hanging down. The white lining on the inside of the trousers was stained black with a layer of black oil.
Director Ma squinted his eyes and looked around for a long time. Before the end of the world, Wang Le was cautious. He had a family and children. For his own job, he pretended to be a grandson in front of others. When the end of the world came, he lost everything he could lose, but Relying on the technology in his hands, his life is still more nourishing than those men who eat chicken feed.
After he met Zhang Xiaoqiang, he was lucky. Thanks to Zhang Xiaoqiang's contribution, he was promoted by Zhang Xiaoqiang to be the small factory director of the repair factory. Thanks to Zhang Xiaoqiang's attention, he lived a better life than before the end of the world. He has a little After having authority, there is self-confidence. Now he is in high spirits, and it is difficult for familiar people to connect him with the humble little man before.
"Lezi... are you Lezi?" Director Ma finally remembered that he called Wang Le by his nickname in the workshop. It's his name that no one can remember, and Director Ma naturally calls him by his nickname now.
"No, no, no... I'm not called Lezi. I wasn't called Lezi in the past, and I won't call it in the future. My name is Wang Le, the factory director of the Hot Spring Base Machinery Factory, Wang Le, remember it for me..."
Hearing Director Ma call him a nickname, Wang Le quit. How can he be regarded as one of the top ten people out of more than 700 people
Director Ma's oily forehead immediately seeped a layer of sweat. He did not become the director by pure flattery.
Wang Le's dress is different from those of the soldiers who pressed him. Everyone else is wearing a yellow military uniform, and he is wearing an M1 helmet on his head. Wang Le is fully armed. The face is covered with a police body armor with the words special police, a polymer helmet covered with skin and a police badge tattooed on the head, and a 92-type pistol is stuck in the shiny holster on the waist. It was a Type 5 or 6 submachine gun, but Wang Le carried a strangely shaped sniper crossbow on his back.
All of these let Director Ma know that Wang Le in front of him is not simple.
"Wang... Director Wang...haha, welcome to inspect the work..."
Director Ma was in a hurry, so he took out the old way of welcoming his superiors, and Wang Le's bones were shattered when he was called factory director Wang. Fortunately, his brain was not confused, so he interrupted Director Ma Flattery, introduce the situation to Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Director Ma in front of him was Wang Le's former workshop director. At that time, he was a super fat man. Obviously, he didn't live very well after the end of the world. Other men Wang Le is not very familiar with. His previous circle was not big. He is very low-key, and naturally he doesn't know many people, but with the eyes of his chief technician in the workshop, he can see that there are more than 30 men among them who are workers in the workshop, and the calluses on their muzzles and fingers cannot fool him.
He did know a few of the dozen or so women, all of whom were office clerks, and usually had to go through their hands to deduct wages and issue penalties. Other women should be similar to them, but a woman in her forties made Wang Le I was deeply impressed. Every time I ate in the cafeteria, the pork belly that the woman gave him was half less than others. Thinking of this, Wang Le was so angry that the roots of his teeth itched. After all these years, how much less meat did he eat than others.
After Wang Le’s narration, Zhang Xiaoqiang understood that Wang Le’s luck was not bad. During that time, the factory’s tasks were tight, and people had to be arranged to work on the night shift. The director asked those who were usually honest and did not dare to prick to work the night shift.
Wang Le was naturally chosen first because of his honesty for decades. Although Wang Le was skilled and solid in his work, he was used to being bullied. Riding a bicycle for two hours back to his home in the outer suburbs, just as he was riding halfway, the virus broke out.
Looking at Wang Le who didn't know whether he was unlucky or lucky, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at these panicked former factory employees.
"Everyone is optimistic, this is our leader, you are not worthy to know who he is now, you just need to know that our leader has nearly a thousand people under his command, and there is no shortage of machine guns and cannons. Those monsters that scare you are killed by our leaders Tens of thousands, we have a rule in our head, if you obey, you will live, if you don't obey, you will die... "
When he had the opportunity to show his face to his former colleagues, Wang Le began to pretend to be arrogant. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't bother to talk to him when he heard this, and walked with a few people to other warehouses. His companions didn't care and just followed behind.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't say a word, and the team members let him follow without stopping him. Wang Le wanted to follow when he saw it, but when he saw the remaining eight anti-aircraft machine guns in the warehouse, he stayed again. He was always a work-oriented man. people.
The benefit of this factory is very good, so there are plenty of materials in the warehouse. Looking at the steel cables in the warehouse, Zhang Xiaoqiang is not interested in these things, and he doesn't make machinery. What's the use of these things
Director Ma saw the displeasure on Zhang Xiaoqiang's face, he stepped forward to get closer to Zhang Xiaoqiang, several black guns were pointed at his forehead, Director Ma's hairless bald head began to sweat again.
Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at him and waved his hand, the team members removed the muzzle of the gun from his head, Director Ma endured the urge to urinate when the gun was pointed at him, and leaned towards Zhang Xiaoqiang again.
"This big boss, are you disappointed when you see these things?" Director Ma flattered and flattered him as he approached.
Zhang Xiaoqiang frowned and looked at the scornful Director Ma, and nodded. These things are used by the base, and they are dispensable things. If there is more of it, there is not much, and if there is less of it, there is a lot. Today's harvest is already very good. Nine 14.5mm anti-aircraft machine guns, plus several well-equipped machining workshops, and more than 30 men who understand machinery, the machinery factory at the base can be said to have turned several steps.
But looking at these materials in the rows of warehouses, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little tasteless to eat, and it was a pity to discard them.
"Boss, I know there are good things there, clothes, food, cooking oil, everything..."
This is an independent small building. What Zhang Xiaoqiang and Xiaoqiang saw before is a product of an era. On the gate of the small building is a signboard with black characters on a copper background, "xxx Cable Machine Factory Trade Union", the gate of the trade union Locked, looking at the ashes in front of the door, it seems that nothing has been there for a long time.
There is a driveway on the side of the small building leading to the back of the small building, and there are several small warehouse-like buildings behind the small building. Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others started to walk to the back, and Director Ma said while walking.
The benefits in the factory are good, and the welfare of the workers is good. Usually, some toilet water, shampoo, toothpaste, and towels will be given out when there is nothing to do. It will be even more serious during the holidays. Rice and cooking oil are the basis, what kind of wine and fruit? , There are also finely packaged mountain-flavored cured products, biscuits and candies, peanuts and melon seeds, etc. These are ordinary workers. All are sixteen dried abalones, not to mention the shark's fin.
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked forward slowly while listening to the hype that Director Ma said. He had already found that something was wrong here. There were some dry zombie corpses lying in some corners. There were no signs of animal bites on the corpses, so there was only one Possibility, these zombies were dragged there after being killed.
Thinking that there are living people here, Zhang Xiaoqiang winked at the team members on the side, and the four team members pulled the bolts in unison. The movement of the team members pulling the bolts made Director Ma nervous again, until he found that no one was aiming at him. It was him who didn't scare the pee out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang found more traces. The road under his feet had been dusted due to no one cleaning it for a long time. There were many footprints on it. The footprints are extremely shallow and can no longer be seen, forming a sharp contrast with other footprints on the side.