Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

Chapter 161 119: The Bridge Is Gone!

"Brother Su, if there's a chance, we should stock up on more medicine."

Zhong Xiaoshan looked at the scene in front of the Third Hospital and thought that medicine would become extremely precious in the future.

"If you've thought of it, let's get started! There's not much else around here, but there are plenty of pharmacies. Look, over there, two big pharmacies side by side... and judging by the signage, they haven't been raided yet, so let's go there!"

With that, Zhang Su made a turn, and the car pulled onto the side road and stopped.

Along the way, Zhang Ya sat in the corner looking out the window, clearly distracted. She held a white medicine bottle in her hand, struggling with it. Just as she was about to open the car window to throw the bottle away, the car stopped, so she quietly stuffed the bottle into her bag, a determined look in her eyes.

The zombies wandering on the nearby streets weren't many; only seven or eight came following the sound of the car and were quickly dealt with by the group.

"Brother Su, I just... uh, hehe..."

Zhao Dezhu walked up to Zhang Su and awkwardly scratched his Big Head.

"I'll settle this with you later. First, let's sweep the pharmacies, everyone go, take as much as you can. I'll unload the sports car, and we'll use the whole garage for loading medicine! Remember to have someone stand guard and watch out for zombies!"

"Got it!"

Before getting out of the car, everyone had already seen the two pharmacies and knew what parking here was for; they quickly ran to the pharmacies, executing efficiently.

Zhang Su returned to the RV and opened the garage door. After studying it for a while, he finally found out there was no auxiliary equipment to unload the car...

In the end, with everyone's concerted effort, they forcibly pushed the sports car out, and the sports car worth two or three million was thus flipped over on the roadside.

Making the car-loving males in the team feel a pang of heartache.

With over ten people working together, they quickly emptied the two pharmacies. To save space, they even dismantled the extravagant packaging and used plastic bags.

By the time they set off again, the two RVs were filled with various medicines, practically turning into a mobile pharmacy of the apocalypse.

Zhang Su and his group were busily watched from a nearby office building, leading to some discussion.

"They... their lineup is something else, with two RVs, two rugged off-road vehicles. Brother Heng, let's join them!"

"You think you can just join them? It looks like they're planning to leave the city. Even if we can catch up, you can't think they'll just accept anyone, do you?"

"That's right. No matter what safety organization we join, we have to have some skills. Otherwise, even if we get in, we'll just be cannon fodder. I'd rather starve here than be cannon fodder for someone else."

"Well, if I could get a few full meals before becoming cannon fodder, that wouldn't be so bad."

The RVs are big targets, and the whole convoy is an even bigger target. Until they find a safe place to stay, that's unavoidable. All the supplies go with the vehicles; wherever the vehicles are, that's the temporary camp!

Under the setting sun, Zhang Su leisurely held a cigarette in his mouth, driving north. No matter how good his hearing was, he couldn't hear the sounds of survivors hiding by the roadside.

"Let's see if there's any new news..."

He extinguished the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray. As usual, Zhang Su turned on the car's radio and signaled Zheng Xinyu to tune in.

Before the apocalypse, among Zhang Su's crew, only Yuwen occasionally listened to the radio; the others had never touched it. But now, tuning the radio was second nature to everyone.

Static sounds buzzed from the radio.

"It's been a while since we heard any news from the Olympic Safety Camp; I wonder if something's happened there..."

Zheng Xinyu stared blankly at the frequency band, asking.

Zhang Su thought of Qin Ya's task force and shook his head, "If everything was fine, they should be continuously broadcasting. Setting up an FM transmitter isn't hard, so if there's no news, something might have really happened."

In the past, everyone would naively believe that the safety zones were impregnable, but after witnessing swarms of zombies crossing borders, that belief slowly faded.

Modern weapons can suppress zombies, but there are requirements on the type and quantity of weapons. Facing a siege of tens of thousands of zombies, relying solely on ordinary firearms is almost impossible to win. At least rocket launchers are needed, ideally tanks!

But forget about finding tanks; even if a tank were placed right in front of them, no one could drive it proficiently. Moreover, the fuel consumption of a tank is dozens of times that of ordinary vehicles, a burden hard to bear.

"Looks like there's no news."

Zheng Xinyu pouted, and just as everyone thought the radio had nothing new to offer, suddenly a voice emerged—a female voice playing in a loop inside the car!

Zhang Su's expression tensed, and he immediately slowed down the car to listen carefully from the beginning of the loop.

"Hello, survivor. This is the Iron Wall Safety Camp at Funing in Qin City. The Iron Wall Safety Camp offers impregnable defenses, this is your warm home—with food, drink, and even the one you are looking for. Head south along Ninghai Avenue, and when you see the words 'Iron Wall Safety Camp,' you've found us. Come, we are continuously recruiting survivors to collaboratively build the safety camp. I am waiting for you at the Iron Wall Safety Camp!"

...

Everyone was silent for a moment. Zhang Su smirked and said, "The leader of this Iron Wall Safety Camp seems rather humorous. But in such a short time, even with a construction team, I doubt they could build impregnable walls."

"Bluffing—who isn't capable of that?" Zheng Xinyu made a disdainful face, saying, "Can we broadcast too? I could bluff—you'd be blown away!"

"Spare us... doing nothing," Zhang Su rolled his eyes helplessly, admiring Zheng Xinyu's carefree spirit.

Zhong Xiaoshan said, "Brother Su, do you remember those guys using drones to lure zombies into districts when the disaster first broke out? They said they were going to build a safety camp on the road to Funing. Could it be them?"

"Heh, now that you mention it, quite likely."

Zhang Su grinned, "If it's really those guys, anyone who goes is in for bad luck. They're probably a bunch of backstabbers."

"Hehe, Iron Wall Safety Camp, more like Scam Safety Camp..."

Zheng Xinyu fully agreed with Zhang Su's view, while the others, except Zhong Xiaoshan, were clueless about what had happened and looked a bit puzzled.

Zhang Su gave a brief rundown of the situation, and after listening, everyone realized that even safety camps might not be safe, as no one knew if the ones setting up the camps were human or monster!

As they slowly drove out of Qin City District, there were fewer zombies on the road. But the desolate landscape reminded everyone that the disaster was still present.

Suddenly, Zhang Su's eyes lit up as he pointed to the large bridge over the Chuhai River ahead, "Once we cross the front... hmm?"

"What's up?"

As Zheng Xinyu adjusted the frequency, she noticed the car slowing down. Looking up, she was stunned, "The bridge, what's with this bridge... the bridge!"

In front of them, under the golden sunset, the concrete bridge was clearly broken, with a span of about 100 meters missing in the middle, leaving only small stretches of ruins at each end. Rebar jutted out from the bridge, with pieces of concrete hanging down—a vivid battlefield style.

"Someone blew up the bridge!"

Zhang Su's face turned dark. He glanced at the screens in the vehicle, confirming the surroundings before grabbing a weapon and jumping out of the car.

"Brother Su, what the heck do we do now!"

Lu Yubo and the others came up from behind, looking at the broken bridge ahead with worried expressions.

"First, deal with the zombies that followed us!"

Zhang Su frowned and walked towards the zombies swarming up from the fields onto the provincial road.

Bang, bang, bang.

Seven or eight zombies were dealt with by the group, who then walked to the broken bridge and looked around, feeling rather frustrated.

Zhang Su took a deep breath, looking far ahead. Through the woods, scattered houses could be seen, likely indicating a nearby village.

"Two possibilities: either it was done by those leaving Qin City from here, or the villagers across the river blasted it—I lean towards the latter."

Zhang Su walked up to the broken bridge, bending down to pick up a fist-sized piece of concrete and throwing it toward the riverbed with little water. Layered within the riverbed with a drop of over twenty meters were many zombie corpses, and with the river dried up, they couldn't be washed away. It looked quite disgusting.