Chapter 156 Texas Adventure
Because of his eccentric and unsociable personality, not long after he was discharged from the army, his wife left him with their children, leaving old Downey a real loner.
After the zombie apocalypse broke out, Old Tang, you relied on the fighting skills honed in the war to fight your way out of your hometown and came to Georgia by chance.
He did not believe in the Human Rights Alliance and did not think that this organization founded by survivors was as noble and upright as they advertised.
He believes that this organization, like the companies formed by smart and wealthy people in the past, is just a tool used by wealthy people or officials to exploit the lower class people.
However, the safe environment in Georgia and the fact that the ASWJ did not exclude outsiders from exchanging labor for supplies allowed the old man to stay. No one does not want a comfortable life.
That day, he went to Farm No. 3 as usual to help the farm manager Krim with work in exchange for contribution points.
Suddenly, he noticed that many free survivors who were doing odd jobs on the farm like him were not busy working, but were chatting around the bulletin board, which made him curious.
Old Donny walked up to Cream, took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his fur coat pocket, handed one to Cream, and asked:
"What are they looking at, old man?"
Almost instantly, Old Donnie figured out the reason. He spat on the ground and said with a sneer:
Professor Mallock said this, coughed lightly, and said solemnly:
"This is a brand new monster. To prevent unnecessary danger, you'd better wear the protective clothing I taught you throughout the process and avoid any direct contact with this zombie."
"Now that guy is in his 50s or 60s, he is as strong as a young man in his 30s. The old injuries he suffered when he was young have also been repaired."
Then it was the middle-aged couple. They didn't say hello to anyone else and just drove away on their own.
With the trial and error of these idiots, Old Donny no longer dared to approach any building that might be hiding a large number of zombies. Instead, he circled around the suburbs of the city or some isolated buildings that were isolated from other buildings, trying to find a lone zombie in these places.
Old Donny was a little surprised. He didn't expect the Human Union to offer such a high reward. But then he thought, no matter how high the reward is, if there is no life, wouldn't it be equivalent to getting it for free?
It was a thin zombie wearing a white woolen sweater. No features or expressions could be seen on his face. A brown mushroom that was bigger than the zombie's face was growing wildly on his forehead. It was almost bigger than his head. The whole zombie looked like a mushroom man with legs and a body.
He used his body to squeeze under the wheels of these modified vehicles and forced the three cars to stop.
"Last time we met at the main base, we went to the bar for a drink together. That old guy fought against many of us alone and got six of us drunk."
Although Downey didn't talk much and seemed a loner in the past, he was very caring towards this old guy who was also a Vietnam War veteran, and the tasks he assigned to him were generally easier.
Old Donny immediately gave up the idea of continuing to follow. While the zombies' attention had not yet shifted to his vehicle, he quickly turned the car around and drove away from the city.
As time passed, they got closer and closer to Texas, and the three groups ahead of Old Donny went to different areas according to their respective plans.
"It is said that after the injection of the drug, most of the damage in the body will be repaired, and some diseases can be effectively controlled."
He approached the wooden holiday home cautiously and observed the zombies inside through a hole caused by a collapse.
When everyone arrived at the temporary base in Arkansas, a tall, muscular bald man who looked like a bodybuilder came to the members of the suicide squad under the escort of a guard team.
It was very quiet along the way. It might be the hot and dry climate unique to Texas that affected the spread and vitality of those fungal viruses. They drove for two or three hours and did not see a single zombie wandering under the sun.
However, Old Downey scoffed at their idea. The bald professor named Mallock had clearly explained that these strange zombies were very sensitive to sound and their hearing was even better than that of ordinary people. But these guys actually wanted to form a group and fight together.
Faced with this lone zombie, he drove his modified car and circled the wooden house several times. After finding no other traces of zombies, he carefully put on his special protective clothing, picked up a Remington m870 shotgun from the car, and got out.
Old Donnie frowned, looked at Krim strangely, and asked:
It was almost noon at this time. The members of the suicide squad enjoyed a sumptuous lunch prepared for them by the base staff, then each received their equipment and supplies and prepared to set off.
Cream held up three fingers, shook them at Old Donny, and said:
But no matter what, they probably won't be able to return to their base in Arkansas alive.
The power of close-range shotgun shooting is amazing. Remington is indeed an internationally renowned brand. The steel balls bursting out from the muzzle directly shot the skinny fungus zombie in the head. More than a dozen metal bullets penetrated through and hit the wood behind it, creating more than a dozen light-transmitting holes in the already rotten wood.
"It's equivalent to more than a year's income from working here."
When he saw from afar that the three people's car had just driven into an empty street, dozens or even hundreds of agile zombies immediately rushed out from the buildings on all sides, moving at a very fast speed and fearlessly attacking the three people's car.
"We all thought he was dead, but we didn't expect that he would work very hard for the top management there, and was highly regarded and injected with that drug."
Maybe the car's defense isn't as strong as imagined, and those three idiots will be caught and eaten by the zombies like canned food.
Old Donny also became interested and asked:
"Oh why?"
Finally, three hours later, old Donny found a half-collapsed wooden holiday home in the suburbs dozens of kilometers away from the city. From the broken windows and the gaps in the fallen eaves, he found a skinny zombie trapped in the wooden house, unable to escape.
Krim took a slow puff of his cigarette and said with a smile on his face:
"I know an old fellow named Kuberis, who is now serving as a squad leader over in Florida."
Seeing the other three people slowly coming together and starting to talk tentatively, Old Donny knew that these people also wanted to form a simple alliance to explore Texas together. After all, more people means more strength.
After careful consideration, Old Downey decided to track the group of young Asian people.
The situation was urgent, and Professor Mallock's team only prepared for two days at the headquarters before setting off quickly.
This made old Donny who was following behind them feel very speechless. If they could get zombie samples by just rushing into the city, what would they need the suicide squad for?
Sure enough, soon he no longer had to worry about these stupid teammates.
"After the mission begins, each of you will be given a car, which will be equipped with special containers for storing samples, fully enclosed protective clothing, supplies, and weapons."
"As long as you are selected, the reward for participating in this mission is 30,000 contribution points."
Klim took out a match, lit his cigarette, took a long puff, and then said:
"It was a recruitment order to recruit a group of brave warriors to go to Texas to carry out a secret mission."
"It's strange. The soldiers of the Human Union are all brave and good at fighting. There are a lot of them who are willing to risk their lives. As long as your president gives an order, they will go through mountains of swords and seas of fire. Why are they suddenly recruiting beggars like us today?"
"You can't bear to part with your own soldiers, so you'll select a group of free men who don't want to join the Human Alliance to die."
Old Donny was stunned when he heard this. He had originally planned to linger on for a few more years and then commit suicide when his cancer became more serious. He didn't expect to hear such news today.
Just when this fungal zombie was trapped in a small space and unable to move in a large area.
"In that case, good luck to you all."
The group boarded a total of six Black Hawk attack helicopters and headed to a temporary base in Arkansas.
"Donnie, actually, I would recommend you to take part in this mission. I have inside information. Not only will the survivors who take part in this operation receive a large reward, but they will also be injected with a special drug developed by the top brass."
As for what happened to those three idiots, Donnie had no idea.
Krim looked at Old Donny with some emotion, and said leisurely:
"If I didn't have grandchildren to take care of, I would want to give it a try."
Maybe they could hold out in that metal box for more than ten hours, until the zombies around them were no longer interested in them, and then find a way to escape.
After the two groups left, there were only four people left: old Donny, a young Asian, a middle-aged woman and a strong white man.
"Don't you have stomach cancer? With current medical conditions, this is a terminal illness and there is no cure, but maybe this medicine can save your life."
There is a lot of fear between life and death. No one is not afraid of death. After hearing what Krim said, Old Donnie asked excitedly:
Old Downey himself was among them. He still couldn't resist the temptation of curing cancer and regaining a new life. He decided to give it a try now while his fighting power had not yet deteriorated.
Old Donny swallowed and inserted the muzzle of the shotgun through the gap in the wall. His past experience in killing zombies made him instinctively aim the muzzle at the zombie's head.
"Don't you have to work today?"
There was no conversation along the way. After everyone's cars entered Texas, the car of the three Asian young men actually drove directly towards a city.
"It is said that the guy used to smoke and eat flour and mess around, which ruined his health. He almost had to rely on painkillers to survive."
There was a loud bang of a gunshot.
The bald man pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, without any greetings, and said directly:
"Gentlemen and ladies, I will not waste my words. Your mission this time is very simple."
"Krim, is your news true?"
As expected, the four dark-skinned guys with hip-hop style didn't waste any time. They simply packed up and set off as a group.
In addition to several of his direct research assistants, he was also accompanied by a guard team of twenty elite soldiers and a death squad of ten survivors.
It seems that he is really not afraid of being chased and robbed by those zombies and dying tragically in a foreign land.
Because he, like Maggie, is from a farming family, is honest, responsible at work, and very familiar with farm affairs, he was assigned to Farm No. 3 and is responsible for managing the affairs there.
However, after arriving at the destination and seeing the other members of the team, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
There were four young dark guys with a hip-hop style who were obviously a group, two middle-aged white guys who looked like a couple, an Asian young man who looked very gentle, a middle-aged white woman, and the only one who looked like a mixed-race strong man who had some fighting power.
Everyone was a little nervous and split into several camps, staying quietly in their own places.
.........
Krim took the cigarette and looked at old Donny. They were both veterans of the Vietnam War, but he was luckier and did not suffer any injuries in the war. After the disaster, although he lost his son and daughter, he successfully brought his grandchildren to join the AFL-CIO.
"Humph, needless to say, this is definitely an attempt to recruit some cannon fodder, right?"
"Once you go to Texas, no matter what method you use, as long as you obtain samples of the zombies with mushrooms growing on their heads, store them in special containers and bring them back, your mission will be completed."
Thinking of this, Old Donnie was about to mock Krim, but suddenly he saw his old comrade's expression change, and he said with a serious expression:
Or smash, or bite, or bump, or beat.
So, after everyone else had formed a team and left, Old Donny drove a modified car alone, following them from a distance, ready to see if there was any chance to pick up any bargains.
It seems that these people most likely did not get any insider information and only came for the huge reward.
"guess what."
Krim glanced at Old Donnie and said without rebutting:
"It's not hard to guess, but do you know why so many people are interested in something so obvious?"
In the half-collapsed wooden house, red, white, black and yellow heads were blown open, and all kinds of sticky body fluids were splattered everywhere, while the thin headless corpse had fallen on its back on the ground, twitching slightly.
Old Donny let out a sigh of relief and secretly thanked his luck. The hardest part had been completed. All he had to do next was send the sample back to his base in Arkansas and he would get the reward he deserved.
He did not dare to delay and immediately found a way to open the door of the wooden holiday home. Taking a bunch of special utensils, he began to collect various samples of fungal zombies bit by bit.
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