Pull Out First

"Captain, Long Qingying is right. It must be that b*stard who brought those soldiers here. Otherwise, how could they be so fast? We've only been here for a while, but they've already found us."

Reminded by Long Qingying, the rest of the team was inclined to believe in that possibility as well.

"So, what should we do now? Perhaps, they haven't found out that we have a level-four zombie nucleus," Du Yuanxing still had a slight hope in his heart. 

A level-four zombie nucleus could buy a large amount of food. In the post-apocalyptic era, zombie nuclei were the best kind of treasures. 

However, this chaotic era had no rules or laws; power was the only principle here. The weak were the prey of the strong, and only the strong ones could survive. 

Therefore, when one was holding a precious zombie nucleus which could buy a large pile of food, it would be normal for the others to cast their eyes on them.