Chen Ping

No! No problem! There is still nothing here! Lu Hao slammed his stick on the shelf, venting his anger and disappointment. For some reason, there was no food at all in the convenience store near his house, not even expired milk left, only toys and a few daily necessities.

For the past three days, Lu Hao has been reminding Lu Xiaohu to lock the door every day before going out to search for food. The veteran certainly knew that the limited food at home might not be enough to help the father and son survive this terrifying disaster, so finding more resources was naturally a top priority. Smart people are definitely not just one, every time Lu Hao's goal seems to be like a locust raid, leaving nothing behind.

He couldn't help but sigh, using a piece of cloth to tightly bind the blood-stained iron rod in his hand, and then he was ready to leave to search for the next target. At this moment, a rustling sound suddenly entered Lu Hao's ears.

Monster! Although Landy had confirmed multiple times before entering that there should be no zombies in the convenience store, the whereabouts of those monsters were too mysterious. Even Landy, who was originally a reconnaissance soldier, found it difficult to fully capture their movements. At this moment, hearing the sound of footsteps outside, he tightened the iron rod in his hand, crouched down and walked lightly towards the source of the sound.

The clothes on that monster look quite new. This was Lu Hao's first impression when he saw that zombie. It was wearing a somewhat dirty blue police uniform, but compared to the almost tattered clothes of other zombies, it looked much newer. Lu Hao approached the zombie as quietly as possible, trying not to make a sound.

The zombies seem to be looking for something and have not noticed the sudden threat behind them. A faint smile of luck appeared at Lu Hao's mouth. He raised the iron rod to strike down, but suddenly heard the zombie in front of him speaking. Not facing Land Hao, but the walkie-talkie on his shoulder: "Zhi Jie, you win." There is not even a single mouse dropping here. "

After a few crackling sounds on the walkie-talkie, another man's laughter came through: "Haha, I knew it, come back quickly, Lao Mo and the others have found the gasoline." "

The 'zombie' said 'received', was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat, as a pair of slightly rough hands had already gripped his neck like an iron ring. Oops! I was so focused on finding food that I didn't even notice there were zombies in this convenience store! Am I going to die here?

Just when the "zombie" felt that he was a little out of breath and gradually began to struggle, he suddenly heard the zombie who controlled himself speak: "You are... Mankind? "

The guy behind is not a zombie! The police officer felt a sense of relief in his heart. He wanted to speak but found it very difficult with his neck being constrained. He could only nod quickly, raise his hands, and show his goodwill. Sure enough, after the person behind received the message he conveyed, he released his hands, giving the police a chance, and gasped loudly for breath.

At this moment, the two finally had the opportunity to size each other up. Lu Hao looked at the living person in front of him who he mistook for a zombie, looking very ordinary, like the kind of small police officer that could be seen everywhere on the street. He was probably a police officer from a nearby district who had luckily escaped a disaster. The police were truly surprised when they saw Lu Hao, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with explosive muscles all over his body, giving people a feeling of the x-country version of the Terminator.

"Ahem, hello, my name is Chen Ping." The young policeman named Chen Ping took the initiative to express his goodwill.

Hello, my name is Lu Hao. Lu Hao naturally accepted the other party's friendliness. After telling the other party his name, this straightforward man also did not forget to apologize to him: "I'm really sorry for what happened just now." "

"It's no big deal, that's just the way the world works. If you slip up, you're gonna die." Chen Ping appeared generous, waving his hand to stop Lu Hao's apology, and asked, "Are you from Tianjin?" "

Lu Hao nodded and then realized that the other person's accent did not sound like someone from Tianjin. He asked directly, "You are not a police officer from Tianjin, are you?" "

Hi. We are all from Qinhuangdao. Chen Ping seemed indifferent to the topic and casually said, "We escaped all the way here." "

Escape? Lu Hao was taken aback for a moment, then he understood. Although he couldn't understand Chen Ping's distrust of the government and the military, Lu Hao knew that everyone had their own choices, so he didn't interrupt, just listened quietly to Chen Ping's story.

In their conversation, Lu Hao learned that Chen Ping was originally a police officer at a police station in Qinhuangdao. Many nearby civilians gathered at the police station for help after the zombie outbreak, so they persisted. The good times did not last long. People in the police station finally had a disagreement, with some believing they should stay and wait for reinforcements, while others believed they should leave Qinhuangdao and head to the monster-free southwest as mentioned on TV.

In the end, no compromise was reached between the two sides. Chen Ping and the other two police officers were all in favor of fleeing. They left the police station with about a dozen civilians and drove all the way to Tianjin. As they walked together, Chen Ping noticed that Lu Hao had a strong and robust physique, as well as impressive strength. He thought about recruiting him into his team, believing that having such a powerful ally would enhance everyone's safety.

Therefore, under the guidance of Chen Ping, the two of them arrived near the convoy in a few minutes. But the scene in front of Chen Ping made his heart pound with fear.

A large group of zombies is attacking the entire convoy. Another police officer, Lao Mo, had collapsed in a pool of blood at this point, his life hanging in the balance. The members of the convoy could only rely on the sturdy vehicles to resist the zombie attack with great difficulty. Chen Ping immediately drew the pistol from his waist, fired two shots to bring down the zombies in front of him, and rushed towards the convoy.

Lu Hao looked at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but recall the scene when his wife died. With a roar, he rushed into the zombie group and also headed towards the convoy. When the convoy left the police station, after negotiation, they only managed to get three pistols, which were held by three police officers. Old Mo, who had a gun in his hand when the zombies attacked, quickly fell down. Chen Ping was still outside and had not returned, so only Zheng Zhijie, a police officer, was left to support himself with a small Type 54 pistol. At this time, with the return of Chen Ping's gun and the addition of Lu Hao, another strong force, in just over ten minutes, the twenty or so zombies besieging the convoy were completely wiped out.

Seeing that the situation had temporarily stabilized, Chen Ping approached the deceased Lao Mo and gently closed his eyes, silently bidding him farewell. He then took the Mauser C96 pistol from Lao Mo's hand and handed it to another comrade. Chen Ping cannot be described as cold-blooded. Along the way, although they were lucky, only eight out of the sixteen people who set out arrived in Tianjin. If it weren't for others joining along the way, their refugee convoy would have been in big trouble long ago.

The only remaining police officer in the team is a short young man, most likely the Zheng Zhijie mentioned by Chen Ping. He walked up to Chen Ping, quietly reporting the casualties while his eyes kept sizing up the formidable figure of Lu Hao.

Not only him, but all the survivors are relying heavily on Lu Hao. In November, the temperature in Tianjin is already quite low, but Lu Hao is only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, exposing his strong arms. With his nearly 1.9 meters tall stature, and the zombie black blood splattered on him during the battle just now, he really gives off a fierce and imposing aura like a wrathful deity in Buddhism.

Chen Ping, upon seeing the situation, briefly introduced Lu Hao to everyone and then walked up to Lu Hao, asking, "Brother Lu, you are a local here." Do you know if there is a safe place nearby where we can spend the night? My brothers and sisters are all a bit tired, I'm afraid we won't be able to continue moving forward without resting for a night. "

Lu Hao saw a tired look on the faces of everyone in the team, knowing that what Chen Ping said was true. After thinking it over, it seemed that the only safe place he knew of was his own home. Although a bit crowded, it's not a big problem to accommodate about ten people. He explained to Chen Ping on the spot and then led the group to his own home.

Since the outbreak of the zombie tide, Lu Xiaohu has seen so many living people for the first time. The emotions that have been suppressed by life for a long time suddenly burst out. He jumps and jumps at home, as if he has walked out of the grief of losing his mother, and has somewhat recovered his lively and mischievous nature. He keeps pestering one person after another, telling stories from time to time.

Every family has some adorable children, whether they are sons, daughters, nephews, nieces, or even grandchildren. Most of the people who are able to come here alive have already been separated from their beloved children forever. When they see Little Tiger, they think of their own lovely children and unconsciously treat Little Tiger as their own family. They patiently tell Little Tiger the fairy tales they know one by one.

Xiao Hu is happy, but Lu Hao beside him falls into silence. To be honest, Lu Hao did not expect that Chen Ping, who seemed somewhat weak and unremarkable, was actually the leader of the group. At this moment, Chen Ping was discussing with himself about his future plans, apparently wanting to take Little Tiger and accompany them.

Brother Lu, look, Xiaohu gets along well with them. I believe that if everyone follows us, we will all do our best to protect him. Chen Ping tirelessly persuaded Lu Hao, even bringing up the safety of Little Tiger, trying to convince this veteran to travel with them.

It seems that Ke Luhao is not willing to take risks with his son. He believes more in the strength of the military he has served for many years than in the unknown future and unknown safety ahead. He has always believed that the military must have already launched a counterattack against the zombies. As long as they persist for a few more days, the father and son should be able to be rescued, and Little Tiger will also receive the best protection.

After hearing Lu Hao's decision, Chen Ping could only sigh deeply and say, "Brother Lu, since you are unwilling to leave, then so be it." However, I still have one piece of advice for you: never place your hopes on others. The world has changed, and the only one you can trust is yourself. "

Although Lu Hao knew that Chen Ping made sense, he was still unwilling to give up his obsession with the military. He politely declined Chen Ping's kind offer and finally said, "Brother Chen Ping, I know you are right. If it were just me, Old Lu would definitely follow you." But little Tiger couldn't stand this kind of bumpiness. The mother of the child has passed away. I know her last wish was for me to take good care of Little Tiger and take him on adventures. I might as well wait here for a few days. If there is no rescue in a few more days, I may have to bring Little Tiger to find you. "

Chen Ping realized that he couldn't persuade Lu Hao, so he shook his head, gave Lu Hao a police walkie-talkie, repeatedly reminded him to stay in touch, and then stopped trying to persuade him, joining the group chatting with Xiao Hu.

As the sun slowly rose in the sky the next day, Chen Ping's convoy continued southward in the sunlight. After leaving enough food for the sturdy Lu Hao and the adorable Lu Xiaohu to last them three to five days, they began their journey of survival.

Dad, will we see Uncle Chen Ping and the others again? "Lu Xiaohu looked at the departing convoy and asked, looking up."

Yes. We will definitely survive in this world. "Lu Hao patted Lu Xiaohu's head and said with a hint of determination in his eyes."