Fatty Li didn't worry too much about smoking, but continued to listen to Marcos telling his own story.●⌒,.

"Because I didn't dare to trust others, I missed the opportunity at the beginning. Later, I met some survivors one after another, and they were discussing Manchester. It was they who told me that the army had established a survivor base in Manchester City and persuaded me to go with them."

"Then why didn't you go with them?" Fatty Li asked with a mouthful of smoke rings.

Marcos shook his head and replied helplessly: "Even so, I still can't believe them."

"Then have you ever asked where this news came from?" After living in the end of the world for more than half a month, Fatty Li began to instinctively doubt everything.

"Of course I asked, but no one could say it. They also heard from others, and others also heard from others. No one could say it clearly where the news came from."

Reminding the way those people fled to Manchester blindly, Marcos smiled bitterly.

"No matter what, this news at least gives them hope to survive. Whether it is true or not is not that important."

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Marcos's mentality is very good.

"You can't say that. This news is best if it's true. At least it means that the Empire of Sun-Don't Settling has not been defeated by zombies, and we all have the possibility of being saved." Fatty Li said optimistically.

Although Fatty Li was quite disappointed with the British government and the army because of the helicopter of Arthas and others. However, even though he was disappointed, he still hoped that humans could defeat zombies and rebuild their homes.

This is difficult for the survivor to do so. The only thing that has the hope of achieving this goal is the army.

"Later, I finally decided to leave back to Manchester, and before I set off, I did a lot of preparations." Marcos took Fatty Li to the car, "I found a lot of food, fresh water, medicines, etc. I also prepared a lot of cigarettes, etc. If you need it, I can give you some."

Marcos said and opened the trunk, only to see a few large boxes filled with them.

"Awesome, you got so many things by yourself?" Fatty Li said in surprise.

"Give it." Marcos flipped through a box and took out a camel cigarette and handed it to Fatty Li.

"Thank you. But I can't accept the reward without any merits, so I can't ask for it." Fatty Li politely declined Marcos' kindness.

He hasn't decided whether to help Marcos yet. If he really takes someone's cigarette, how could he have the nerve to refuse someone's request for help? Besides, it's just a cigarette. Just a few small supermarkets can get a big box. There is no need to owe someone a favor here.

"Please accept it, it doesn't matter whether you help me or not." Marcos said with a gloomy face, "I believe you, like me, have seen many incredible scenes. If it were me, I wouldn't have brought a stranger to the road."

After saying that, Marcos stuffed the cigarette into Fatty Li's hand.

"Please accept it. Acquaintance is fate, so I just think of this cigarette as a memory. Anyway, I don't smoke, and I can't use this thing."

After hearing Marcos' words, although Fatty Li still hadn't taken the cigarette, he was a little shaken. As Baosi said, Marcos didn't look like a bad guy no matter how he gave him a paragraph, it was no big deal.

But for some reason, Fatty Li always thinks of the long-haired man in Barcelona who injured Little Hong Kong and escaped in the villa.

If we really want to pursue it, it is not the zombies or Qi Qi who killed the little Hong Kong, but this man named Barcelona Romu. If it wasn't for him who injured the little Hong Kong and escaped from the gate, Fatty Li and the others would not have been attacked by zombies.

Old Yan, Samantha and Belinda will not be missing. They will not be knocked out, and there will be no car accidents that will occur later, and little Hong Kong will not die.

Fatty Li blamed himself in this matter in Little Hong Kong. In the final analysis, the person who is responsible for this matter is Fat Li. If he hadn't trusted the person named Barcelona, ​​how could there be these things that happened next?

One mistake can bring wisdom.

Therefore, when facing Marcos, Fatty Li always kept a little wary. He believed and half doubted what Marcos said.

He doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes, and loses a good brother or a good sister because of his mistakes.

Of course, Fatty Li will not let him go to that man named Barcelona. Although he has his own responsibility, Barcelona must pay the price for what he does!

If Lao Yan and the others had any accidents because of him, Fatty Li would definitely make him worse than death! As long as he is still alive, even if he chases him to the ends of the world, he must make him pay his life!

"Li?" Seeing that Fat Li was a little dazed, Marcos asked with a smile.

"Oh, sorry. I just remembered something."

"It's okay. By the way, do you have any destination?" Fatty Li was asking just now. Marcos hadn't known Fat Li and the others.

"Well, we are going to return to the camp." Fatty Li briefly explained the purpose of their trip, but he did not mention a single word about the name of the dormitory, the specific location, etc.

He didn't want to expose the location of the camp to others. What's more, there was a vicious wolf next to them, and it could lead to a disaster if you accidentally did it.

"So, you don't know the specific location of the camp now, you are just blindly driving north?" Marcos said in summary.

Fatty Li nodded. Although this sounds a bit unreliable, this is indeed their current situation.

In fact, Fatty Li did not deceive Marcos. Although he had lived in the dormitory in Eua for a while, he remembered the names of the dormitory and the streets very clearly. But now these are useless at all, and they can only grop and move forward.

If they could find that river, they would be able to return to their dormitory today. If they couldn't find it, they would have to spend the night outside.

"Well, if that's the case, this thing may help you." Marcos thought for a while and took out something from his backpack behind him.

"Damn it! Map!?" Fatty Li was stunned when he saw the things in Marcos's hand.

Why didn’t I think about finding a map? Not long ago, Baosi also made a simple map, and that was what I should have thought of at that time.

Not only did he not expect that even Baosi, who had always been smart and proud, completely ignored this point.

Fatty Li remembered the streets of the dormitory clearly. If there was a map of Norwich, they would definitely be able to find them back!

It seems that Marcos has really made a lot of preparations to return to Manchester, which is much more reliable than Fatty Li and the others.

Marcos picked out the map from several maps and found the one from Norwich. He spread the map on the ground, then squatted down and looked carefully.

"Here, this is probably where we are now." Marcos pointed to a place on the map and said to Fatty Li.

Fatty Li squatted aside at this time, trying to find the location of the dormitory. Looking north from the city center on the map, Fatty Li quickly found the dormitory in uea.

Comparing with the place Marcos refers to, they are still some distance away from the dormitory.

According to Fatty Li’s previous plan, they headed north and then looked for the river. This is indeed a good way. But no matter what, having a map is much more convenient and safer than doing that.

"I'll give it to you." Marcos stacked the map and handed it to Fatty Li.

"How can this work? You need it yourself too!" Fatty Li immediately refused. The map is too expensive, and he dared not accept it easily.

"I gave it to us, why don't you?" Baosi suddenly appeared next to her and picked up the map.

Baosi's appearance shocked Fatty Li. Now it's the end of the world, Fatty Li's nerves are always tense. He not only needs to guard against zombies that may appear at any time, but also needs to be on guard against the Marcos in front of him.

Fortunately, Fatty Li didn't react so quickly, otherwise he would have regretted it if he had taken out his gun and sent him a little.

Fatty Li glared at Baosi and asked her why she didn't stay in the car. In front of Marcos, Fatty Li had a lot of things that were inconvenient to say directly, everything was in his eyes.

"Hello, thank you for your map. My name is Baosi." Baosi didn't care about Fatty Li's blame, but greeted Marcos enthusiastically.

"Hello, my name is Marcos. I am a model and I am about to go to Manchester." Marcos briefly told Baosi about the information he had just told Fatty Li.

"Model?" Baosi's eyes began to shine when she heard Marcos's profession.

I saw Baosi watch Marcos again from head to toe, and she still whispered endlessly.

"Patient Li, you said, when will you grow up like this?" Baosi started to tease Fat Li again.

"Thank you, Fatty Master is very satisfied with his current figure and doesn't want to change." Fatty Li sneered and replied in Chinese.

Baosi did not continue to argue with Fatty Li, but smiled and took out her doctor's certificate that had been showing off countless times from her pocket.

"I am a doctor." Baosi said proudly, and Fatty Li, who was standing beside him, curled his lips.

"Doctor?" Marcos's eyes also shone brightly when he saw Baosi's doctor's certificate.

OK, these two people really look like a family. Fatty Li complained helplessly in his heart.

"It's so honorable to know you, Dr. Baosi." After knowing Baosi's identity, the two shook hands solemnly again.

"I didn't expect you to be quite good at it, not like that fool Richard." Dr. Baosi nodded with satisfaction.

"Who is Richard?"

"Passenger, don't mind." Baosi waved his hand and replied indifferently.

Fatty Li couldn't help frowning again. If Richard is a passerby A, wouldn't he be a passerby B? (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!