Facts have proven that once a professional who has been trained not to laugh easily is made to laugh, it is impossible to hold back.
"You're so stupid, I'm afraid no one will accept you even if you enter the factory," Lao Wang said, "Dad will introduce you to a good job. Pack your bags and go directly to the set of The Lord of the Rings tomorrow to be Gollum!"
This operation is more than just cooking, it's like growing rice in other people's stomachs.
Li Cang's face was as dark as water,
"Little aunt..."
"Huh? Ah... what's wrong... I'm not smiling..." Qiao Shasha showed a calm expression that met social expectations, "It's just a little lack of oxygen... right? The weather is too hot, maybe she has a heat stroke.
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"..."
Motorcycles are flexible enough and can adapt to harsh and narrow terrains that many four-wheeled motor vehicles cannot reach, but they also have obvious shortcomings: they cannot carry much.
Qiao Shasha was picking and choosing, and had to give up some temporarily. She packed the supplies into two parts and put them on both sides of the motorcycle.
In addition, Li Cang also carried a full plastic woven bag.
After waiting for a while, the riders each appeared with the supplies they had collected, with big smiles on their faces.
"Sister Shasha, there are more than a dozen barrels of diesel in the warehouse in the back yard. They are full. We have to drive that pickup truck out next time~"
"Look what this is! Haha, a big bag of vermicelli weighs twenty or thirty kilograms. I bet the people who originally lived in that house must have moved from the north."
"You are all fucking cheating, I didn't find anything except a box of instant noodles and half a bag of rice..."
"Huh? What flavor..."
“Spicy pork bone...”
"I have five packs of spicy strips at home, how about you two packs of instant noodles?"
"Okay~"
The motorcycle started again, Li Cang said curiously,
"So your...um...public-private partnership?"
Qiao Shasha's muffled voice came from the helmet,
"Generally speaking, people living in our building assume that the entire island belongs to everyone and the resources belong to everyone, but the team members who go out to bring back supplies can keep a small part of them as rewards. It used to be one-fifth. From now on
It has been reduced to one-tenth since last week, and supplies are getting harder and harder to find. Other scattered survivors are not as disciplined as us, and a lot of things have been wasted."
"For example, how many are they?"
Li Cang patted Qiao Shasha on the shoulder and pointed forward.
In the ruins, several pairs of men and women were uprooting radishes that had not yet grown up in a small vegetable patch. Green radishes as thick as a baby's arm were piled into small hills, but there was not even a three-wheeler around them.
Hearing the sound of the motorcycle engine, those people raised their heads and looked over, spitting bitterly.
There was helplessness in Qiao Shasha's voice,
"This island is so big and has so many resources, and you know people are always picky eaters. Once there are more competitors, they would rather let the food rot in their own place than leave any bit to others.
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"Why didn't they run away when they saw us?"
"My team mainly focuses on reconnaissance and collecting supplies, and does almost no other chores. The ones who like to take people back are teams four to nine, and their people are not very serious - there are several teams of individual people outside who attack us.
How many people do they have and what are they doing?"
"Oh..." Li Cang said, "You guys are interesting, I... I said... Hey, run, run, behind you, behind you!!"
Those people only saw Li Cang waving his hands and could not hear what he said at all.
"Bah, you are a pest!"
"A bunch of cannibalistic beasts!"
"What are you calling Nima?"
"Worse than animals...ah...there are walking corpses!!"
Dozens of walking corpses emerged from behind the ruins.
The contemptuous shouts and curses instantly turned into screams, and several couples of men and women ran away desperately.
"Didi, beep!"
Several motorcycles accelerated next to Qiao Shasha. A man in a black helmet who stuttered a little turned his head and looked like Qiao Shasha.
"S-Sister Sha? Let's, let's, let's help..."
The rider in the other car shouted,
"Help, help, help you, don't cause trouble, we have too much to take care of ourselves."
"Stutter, don't talk nonsense, we listen to Sister Sha!"
"But, but, but, she, she, I know her..."
"Sister Sha?"
Qiao Shasha stared at the road ahead, her voice flat,
"We don't have enough people, so we need to speed up and go around."
Each vehicle was loaded with supplies and was extremely bloated. It was impossible for Qiao Shasha to risk her own life by stopping the vehicle to save a few unrelated outsiders.
The group of people were in the ruins on the side of the convoy, followed by a large number of zombies. There were no forks in this road, and there were ruins on both sides. The road was covered with all kinds of messy obstacles. If the zombies rushed up after them,
, the team should not even think about passing through.
"Boom boom boom~"
A hundred meters away was just a matter of twisting the accelerator, and Qiao Shasha and four other motorcycles roared past.
The stuttering boy in the black helmet looked sideways and happened to see a pair of familiar eyes, full of fear and expectation.
"Fuck me, my ex-girlfriend deserves to die!"
Little Stutter cursed in a low voice without any stuttering, but the strength in his hands unconsciously relaxed.
With his slowness, the speed of the motorcycles behind Little Stutter was naturally slowed down by him a lot.
Several teammates shouted,
"What are you doing stuttering..."
"Don't do anything stupid!"
"Go quickly!"
The couple who were driven away by the walking corpses were as desperate as dogs. Seeing the only life-saving straw, the couple had no intention of stopping. The first few motorcycles passed them directly and drove away. They suddenly became anxious and ran wildly while shouting,
"Help me...please, help me! Help!"
"No, let us get in the car, help..."
"Stop, stop, are you beasts? A bunch of beasts that will not save you!"
"Asshole!" A middle-aged man picked up a half-foot-long steel bar in desperation and threw it at the motorcycles behind him. "Stop! Do you still deserve to be human beings?!"
The steel bar crossed a distance of more than ten or twenty meters, bounced back on the ground, and just got caught in the little stuttering wheel.
Boom~
The front wheel of the motorcycle locked instantly, and Little Stutter and the motorcycle rolled in the air and fell out.
The people following behind panicked and braked, causing the motorcycle to slide sideways and crash into a ball.
The couple of men and women were also stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted,
"You deserve it, you deserve it!"
"God's eyes are open!"
"Quick, quick, quick, motorcycle, grab their motorcycle...
Little Stutter's legs were obviously broken, and his helmet rolled to one side. Under the helmet was a face full of shame, self-blame, anger, and blood.
"Quietly..."
Quietly stunned, he opened his mouth in a dull manner,
"me..."
Everything was so sudden that she couldn't understand the situation at all.
She was pushed by the young man behind her,
"Hey, isn't this our childhood sweetheart Jingjing's little stammer, how did he become a will-o'-the-wisp boy? He deserves it! Guys like you who harm your own people deserve to die!"
"Stop looking and get in the car quietly. If it weren't for these scoundrels, how could your dad..."
Less than a hundred meters behind him were dozens of walking corpses. Jingjing was dragged away by the young man without any resistance.
"Something happened," Li Cang shouted in Qiao Shasha's ear, "someone crashed behind him."
"There are rearview mirrors, I saw it." Qiao Shasha said.
"So, why don't you stop for a moment?"
Creak...
The motorcycle left a long black tire mark on the road and drifted.
Qiao Shasha threw off her helmet, frantically plucked her hair into a chicken coop, and screamed,
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
"Did this little brat have shit in his head when he went out today?!"
