Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

“Damn, where did these unlucky brats come from?!”

Lu Yubo saw the boy in the funeral clothes and couldn’t help but complain.

Zhang Su frowned slightly and said, “Come here!”

After the two slowly walked over, Zhang Su said, “When did you guys arrive, and what were you hiding in the store for?”

The boy in funeral clothes squinted and said, “We’ve been here for a while, just rummaging for food in the store. Why, you guys can come, but we can’t?”

“Damn, you’re quite gutsy. Are you looking to get killed?”

Pang Dakun raised his eyebrows and directly put the barrel of his gun against the forehead of the boy in funeral clothes. He was the king of the kids in the village, and even the older kids called him Master Kun. Seeing someone more defiant, naturally, he had to teach them a lesson.

“Dakun, knock it off.”

Zhang Su waved his hand, gesturing for Pang Dakun to stand aside, and continued to ask, “Where did you guys come from?”

“Have you heard of Beita Camp? You don’t look like you’re from the area, so mentioning it probably won’t mean much to you.”

The boy in funeral clothes had a cooperative yet rebellious attitude.

“Beita Camp.” Zhang Su mumbled and suddenly pointed to the mobile phone store, “What is your relationship with the dead over there?”

“Hm?” The boy in funeral clothes looked confused in the direction Zhang Su pointed. “There’s a dead person over there? I didn’t know. Xiaohu, did you see any dead people over there before?”

The boy who came out of the tableware rental store shook his head blankly, “The streets are full of bodies. Is seeing dead people that unusual?”

Zhang Su stared at the two boys for a while and said, “Are just you two little punks out here looking for supplies?”

“What are you talking about? I’ll be sixteen after this year, how am I a little punk!”

The boy in funeral clothes tried to act tough, his nose flaring and eyes bulging.

Zhang Su chuckled and glanced at Pang Dakun, “Isn’t this just like you back in the day?”

Pang Dakun’s face showed a constipated expression, then he lifted his leg and kicked the boy in funeral clothes hard.

“Ouch, damn you!”

The boy in funeral clothes, unprepared, was knocked down on the spot. He got up, ready to fight Pang Dakun.

“Stand still!”

Zhang Su made a move to intervene.

The boy in funeral clothes saw things were not going well and didn’t act tough, obediently standing firm while glaring at Pang Dakun.

“If you’re not looking for trouble here, just go!” Zhang Su didn’t want to say much and needed to hurry with the work.

“We won’t go, we haven’t gotten any food. We’re staying put, you do your work, we’ll do ours. It’s such a big town, you can’t clean it out entirely, can you?”

The boy in funeral clothes was stubborn.

“Hey, kid, is there no one left at Beita Camp? Just sending you two little guys out for supplies.”

Zhang Su asked, seeing how insolent they were.

“What a joke, our village has over a thousand people. The adults went to Qing County and Qin City District to bring back supplies. We’re just out for fun!”

The boy in funeral clothes proudly stated, looking up at the sky with his nostrils.

“Over a thousand people? A thousand souls maybe!”

Qi Xiaoshuai’s expression turned strange as he pursed his lips. Currently, all survivors in Qing County combined might not even reach a thousand people. How could a single village have so many survivors?

“Ha, shark arm.” Lu Yubo couldn’t help but laugh.

Zhang Su saw the boy was about to argue, waved his hand, and said, “I don’t care if you want to gather supplies, but we killed all the zombies in these stores. You can’t take anything from here; if you want supplies, clear up ahead yourselves!”

“Tch, then we’ll just sit here waiting for you to take yours. You have to leave at some point, and when you do, we’ll take ours. If you’ve got the guts, keep guarding here forever.”

With that, the two sat down on the roadside, blew their noses, and threw the tissue on the ground.

They’ve seen arrogant folks, but never someone like this playing dirty…

Zhang Su and his team exchanged glances. Dealing with such insolent and stubborn kids was tricky — killing them felt wrong, yet leaving them alone was frustrating.

“Scram or I’ll cripple you two!”

Recalling the kids who used to steal from his convenience store, Zhang Su got angry, ready to act.

“Please, we are so hungry; let us find something to eat. Actually, in our village, all the adults are nearly dead, and we had no choice but to come out looking for food. Have mercy on us.”

Unexpectedly, the boy in funeral clothes who was boasting earlier suddenly knelt down, pleading tearfully.

With funeral clothes and tear-streaked face, it looked eerie. It would have scared Zhao Dezhu half to death if it were night!

The other boy followed suit, kneeling, bowing, and crying, his face covered in tears and snot.

“Your village has piles of food; there’s no way you have nothing to eat. Trying to fool us? Get lost!”

The reluctance to kill was a shred of conscience, and refusing to help was rational. Zhang Su’s intuition told him these brats were lying.

The boy in funeral clothes stopped crying, tugged at his companion, and walked a few steps away, sitting down again just two shops away.

“Forget them. Let’s get to work!”

Zhang Su didn’t want to waste more time, leaving Qi Xiaoshuai to guard the car in case the two boys tried to cause trouble.

His concern proved somewhat excessive. The two boys sat by the roadside, playing cards, ignoring Qi Xiaoshuai standing guard with his gun, even treating him like a free bodyguard…

Over two hours passed, and Zhang Su’s team finished their work, filling two cars with supplies, while the boys just sat by the roadside, basking in the sun for two hours, their snot had crusted.

Zhang Su realized that today they either had to kill the boys or they’d surely take something from the town. But after calming down, he figured, let them take something — the town’s big enough, how much can two kids take?

Sitting in the driver’s seat, watching the boys stand and stretch, Zhang Su asked, “Brats, how do we get to Beita Camp?”

“Are you trying to stir up trouble in the village? I’m not telling you!”

The boy in funeral clothes stiffens his neck.

“Idiot…”

Zhang Su shakes his head, starts the car, and heads back.

However, as soon as the two cars leave the main street of Niuquanzi Town, two boys rush out of a shop, jump on electric scooters, and chase after them.

Zhang Su drives towards Celestial Horse Island, just around a bend, he catches sight of two figures out of the corner of his eye.

“Those little punks are playing games with me, they are really good actors!”

“What’s up, Brother Su?”

Qi Xiaoshuai asks in confusion.

“Take a look back, they thought they were hiding well. Damn, there’s no one on the road, you can spot them right away. They are indeed fools.”

Zhang Su continues driving forward without any intention to stop.

“Damn, Brother Su, they are pretty stealthy. I wouldn’t have noticed… but why are they tracking us?”

Qi Xiaoshuai scratches his head in confusion.

“There are several possibilities, it’s hard to say for certain what they’re planning.” Zhang Su shakes his head and gives a sinister smile, saying: “But we can mess with them a bit.”

After speaking, he takes out the walkie-talkie and says to Lu Yubo: “Bozai, those two brats are following us. Don’t turn back later, follow me and keep going forward.”

“Huh? Haha, okay!”

Lu Yubo puts down the walkie-talkie and also notices the shadowy figures in the rearview mirror, separated by quite a distance; if it weren’t for Zhang Su’s reminder, he wouldn’t have noticed them.

Soon the cars reach the fork in the road heading to Celestial Horse Island, both cars have no intention of stopping and continue driving forward. To avoid losing the electric scooters, Zhang Su even deliberately controls the speed.

Zzz zzz.

The walkie-talkie crackles with an electric current sound, followed by Tan Huajun’s voice: “Brother Su, I saw two cars heading south on the monitor, is that you?”

Liu Tianji had installed a surveillance camera that could view the highway from a distance, not clear but better than nothing; it could give a general idea of the situation on the road.

Zhang Su picks up the walkie-talkie and replies: “Yeah, it’s us. Don’t worry about it, we’re just driving around. You guys carry on.”

He didn’t tell his teammates on Celestial Horse Island the precise situation and continued driving slowly forward.

No matter how slow the speed, the journey of a few kilometers doesn’t take long. Soon the car arrives at Beidong Town, where they were previously robbed by United Village. Zhang Su, to avoid the trailing brats losing track, deliberately stops by the roadside for a break, then easily steers towards the gathering area of United Village.

The sentry hiding by the roadside had long seen the Prado and the van that originally belonged to United Village. Seeing the arrival of the ‘god of death,’ they conveyed the message to the village in advance.

“Oh my god… Why are they coming here!”

Upon receiving the message, United Village’s new leader Wang Xingui hurriedly leads people to wait at the entrance of the village. Seeing the Prado approach slowly, his face plastered with a smile, he asks: “Good afternoon, brothers. Have you eaten?”

“I didn’t see you guys in town, so you were hiding in the village. Have you quit the robbery business?”

Zhang Su parks the car by the roadside, jovially jumps out, and casually tosses the automatic rifle over his shoulder. Just as he reaches for his pocket to offer a cigarette, the other party hands over theirs first.

“Brother, have mine. This cigarette is surely fine. I’ll light one up to show you first.”

Wang Xingui casually lights one up, inhales deeply twice to prove it’s okay, then accompanies his laugh: “We’re all good folks here, really not doing those things anymore. We’re listening to what big brother says, growing crops and breeding livestock, much better, haha.”

“Yes, indeed.”

“Plenty for eating and drinking, haha.”

Though stating the truth, it conveys a sense of helplessness. No choice, raising a hand had killed more than ten people, the notoriety is too great!

“What’s your name again?” Zhang Su takes a puff of the cigarette, asks awkwardly.

He had personally named this opposition leader to manage affairs, but now forgot the name.

“Wang, Wang Xingui. Big brother can just call me Xiaowang.”

Wang Xingui, in his twenties, amiably accompanies with a smile.

“No need to be nervous, I’m just here to see how you guys are doing, and to ask you about something.”

Zhang Su leans against the car hood, very casually.

Upon hearing Zhang Su’s words, Wang Xingui pauses briefly and gestures invitingly: “Brother, come in the village for a drink of water and chat slowly?”

“No need.” Zhang Su shakes his head, says: “Earlier in Niuquanzi Town, I encountered a group that mistook us for your people, firing without a word. Any clues about them?”

“Without a word and open fire? Damn, brother, who would have the guts to shoot at you? Are you okay?”

Wang Xingui looks shocked, fearing Zhang Su’s team but not hating them, even has a bit of gratitude as if not for Zhang Su, he wouldn’t have become the leader of United Village.

Zhang Su shakes his head, with a crooked smile says: “Do you think we’d have any trouble? But now I just want to know who hates you guys this much, making me take the blame!”

“Hmm…” Wang Xingui frowns, thinks for a moment, says: “If it’s firing upon meeting… and in Niuquanzi Town, then it’s got to be those people from Beita Camp.”

“Beita Camp?”

Hearing this familiar name, Zhang Su exchanges a knowing look with his companions, all doubts in his heart cleared as he didn’t expect the two little punks’ plan was so deep, truth and falsehood intertwined.

“Yes, Beita Camp is the largest village under Niuquanzi Town. After the disaster outbreak, survivors around gathered there. Previously, they came to our Beidong Town to steal things, we killed three of them, later we also went north to rob food, lost two brothers, and killed one of theirs.”

Wang Xingui simply narrates the grudges with Beita Camp.

“Damn, weren’t you guys able to get enough food?”

Zhang Su is a bit perplexed.

“We didn’t provoke them, they made the first move!”

Wang Xingui’s lips curl with a trace of fierceness, not daring to challenge Zhang Su’s team but still capable of contending with Beita Camp.