Self-Help Group Campsite

  "What's wrong, Commander?"

  As they saw Zhou Feng suddenly accelerate and stick to the wall, flashing into another street, Zhang Han and others' faces showed a puzzled expression. They had just cleaned up this road when they came, and there was no danger on the road, so why did Zhou Feng show such a vigilant appearance?

  "Nothing, let's just keep going."

  After closing his eyes for a few seconds, Zhou Feng slowly opened them, shook his head, and motioned to let Zhang Han continue leading the way.

  As a mercenary, especially one who has been through countless bloody battles, Zhou Feng was extremely sensitive to killing intent. Just as he was about to leave the alleyway, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis, as if he was being stared at by a venomous snake. This cold and deadly sense of crisis was very familiar to him, because it meant that he had already been locked onto by someone, so he suddenly accelerated his pace, using speed and the cover of his surroundings to break free from the other person's range.

  "Was it that guy who was always hiding in the shadows?"

  As he followed Zhang Han forward, Zhou Feng quietly recalled the sudden sense of crisis that had just occurred, and slightly furrowed his brow.

  It wasn't long after Zhou Feng left the pharmacy that he began to feel a sense of being followed, but due to the fog's sensory blockade and the follower's strong concealment techniques, even Zhou Feng couldn't find the guy. This was also why he chose to rest in the small supermarket when the fog dispersed. He wasn't afraid of competing with anyone in endurance; if Zhang Han and others hadn't arrived suddenly, he would have been willing to continue resting in the supermarket until the follower couldn't bear it and revealed a flaw.

  However, Zhang Han's appearance disrupted Zhou Feng's plan, and compared to finding the hidden tracker, he would rather integrate into the survivor forces as soon as possible and reorganize his own Viper Mercenary Group. He had already wasted four days and must speed up his own plan.

  Although Zhang Han and others had already cleaned up the zombies on the road, they still encountered a few zombies on their way back. After all, with their ability to clean up a few small alleys was already very good, as for the zombies in the houses on both sides of the alley, they didn't have the ability to completely clean them up yet.

  This time, at Zhang Han's request, Zhou Feng did not take action. After all, these dozen or so survivors who had experienced multiple strengthening would not have made it this far if they couldn't even handle three zombies. Moreover, he also wanted to see how these ordinary survivors dealt with the zombies, perhaps he could learn something from them.

  "Up!"

  Looking at the three stumbling zombies rushing towards him, Zhang Han's expression didn't change, and he lightly waved his hand. Instantly, the three re-equipped with thick armor meat shields detached from the team first, then one by one charged towards the three zombies.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  The three meat shields were obviously the strongest in the team, aside from Zhang Han. Despite wearing dozens of kilograms of heavy armor, their speed was not inferior to that of ordinary people running. Accompanied by three dull collision sounds, the three meat shields heavily collided with the zombies, instantly stopping their forward momentum. Next, the three meat shields uniformly raised their right hands, using the thick padding on their right hands to block the zombies' heads, and stretched out their left hands to completely fix them in place. Meanwhile, three slender figures also jumped up from beside them, then fiercely stabbed the sharp steel nails in their hands into the zombies' skulls.

  In just a few seconds, the group silently took down three zombies. Their neat and uniform movements, as well as their swift actions, left Zhou Feng involuntarily revealing an expression of continued admiration. It seemed that in these past few days, the other survivors hadn't been idle either. This method of using human shields to block the zombies before letting others attack was a bit cumbersome, but it excelled in being safe and quiet. If calculated this way, then with just two survivors, they could take down a zombie without any risk and extremely quickly. For survivor organizations that didn't have strong overall strength but had a certain number of people, this was indeed the most practical and safest method of killing zombies.

  Looking at the survivors who were cutting open the zombies' skulls to find crystals, Zhou Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of inspiration. This combat method may not be useful for him personally, but it might be useful for his future zombie legion. After all, the zombies in this world, except for their lack of intelligence and extreme bloodthirstiness, had actions speeds and strengths that were almost indistinguishable from those of ordinary people. Moreover, after being infected with his virus, these zombies could also be completely obedient to his commands, so as long as he ordered them to take positions, they might not necessarily perform worse than these survivors.

  Thinking of this, Zhou Feng's gloomy mood due to the unknown pursuer finally brightened up. After infiltrating the Self-Saving Association, he could recruit his own comrades while thinking of ways to create his own zombie legion.

  The location of the Self-Help Association was not too far from the small supermarket where Zhou Feng went to rest, and after more than half an hour of silent rushing, everyone finally entered the control area of the Self-Help Association safely.

  The area controlled by the Self-Help Association is a large building complex newly built in Fangchenggang City, with an extremely wide land area, including eight 32-story residential buildings. However, these residential buildings are clearly not fully completed, and there are countless steel scaffolding and plastic nets and iron wire mesh installed outside the floors to prevent objects from falling from high altitudes. But precisely because this building complex is not yet completed and has no residents moving in, it has become the best place to take refuge.

  The high walls outside the residential area can effectively organize the entry of zombies and reduce the noise transmitted by residents inside the community. The eight unfinished residential buildings in the community can accommodate a large number of survivors, although the houses in the building are not yet renovated, and many places have just been paved with cement. Compared to other places covered by fog that may encounter zombies at any time, these dilapidated-looking residential buildings can already be called a paradise in hell.

  The residential area where the Self-Salvation Association is located not only has a very good environment and location, avoiding the most densely populated areas of zombies, but also has extremely strong defensive facilities. The Self-Salvation Association has obviously strengthened the defense of the residential area, not only using construction site facilities to heighten and solidify the walls of the residential area, but also establishing dozens of simple but effective watchtowers behind the walls of the residential area. Although the visibility range on the watchtower is not far under the cover of fog, it is already enough for everyone in the residential area to prepare before the zombies approach.

  In addition to reinforcing the walls and setting up watchtowers, the Self-Salvation Association also parked dozens of heavy-duty dump trucks at the entrance of the community, which was the weakest point in its defense. As a result, the entire community was completely sealed off, and even if a horde of zombies were to attack, it would be difficult for them to breach its defenses.

  "It seems this self-help meeting still has some effect..."

  Looking at the steel defense line completely blocked by heavy-duty dump trucks in front of him, Zhou Feng nodded slightly. This type of dump truck weighs about 9 tons, and now it's filled with mud and sand, so its weight is absolutely no less than 20 tons. With such a heavy load, plus the thick steel on the surface of the dump truck, even if an iron corpse came to attack, it would probably only be able to destroy these dump trucks without being able to move them away. Moreover, what's most important is that inside the residential area, in addition to the dump trucks, there are also many cement mixer trucks, which are just as heavy and solid as the dump trucks. If the dump truck defense line can't hold up at that time, they can drive these cement mixer trucks to the entrance of the residential area to establish a second line of defense, thus creating time for them to counterattack or retreat.

  Seeing this setup, Zhou Feng suddenly became more interested in the so-called leader of the self-rescue team. Being able to turn this place into such a scene in just four or five days and still having the military strength to rival the Iron Corpse, such a woman was indeed one of his best candidates for future team members.

  "Comrade Commander, our leader has agreed with you."

  Just then, Zhang Han also brought some good news. However, his face looked a bit strange, after all, in his impression, the mysterious leader of the self-rescue meeting would not easily meet with people. Why did she agree to meet Zhou Feng this time? Was it because of his identity as the head of MSS Department 9?

  "I can't wait to meet your mysterious leader either!"

  Upon hearing Zhang Han's words, Zhou Feng's face also revealed a hint of a smile.

  Finally going to meet the mysterious leader of this self-help group!

  P.S: During the rush for the top spot, why is it that I'm so close to the chrysanthemum in front of me but just can't surpass it?