Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

As they were in the middle of their discussion, the sun was already climbing higher.

In a blink, it was noon.

Ju Tianrui and his people had set out at six in the morning; by midday they had reached Huitong in Xiang Province, and had already covered more than three-fifths of the distance.

”Camp Commander, look, there are people coming from the opposite side again.”

Inside the infantry fighting vehicle, a team member said to Ju Tianrui.

Ju Tianrui looked at the dozens of people ahead, all carrying big and small bags on their backs, looking like refugees on the run.

They stared at them in terror and wanted to flee, but seemed to sense that Ju Tianrui had no intention of attacking them, so they only stood far off in the fields, watching from a distance.

Some of them were on motorcycles, some on foot.

Now they were stopped in the wasteland by the roadside, staring at them in some fright.

In the crowd.

A middle-aged man on a motorcycle looked at the infantry fighting vehicle ahead, his eyes a little feverish.

His face was weathered, but as he looked at this unit, he inexplicably thought of the past.

Back then, he had driven this thing too.

After being discharged for many years, he had returned to his hometown, married, and had children.

Life was bland but uneventful, with its own flavor.

But after Doomsday broke out.

Everything changed.

Being uprooted was already hard enough; his elderly parents, not wanting to drag him down, took their own lives together.

Relying on his experience from back then, he forced his way through this man-eating Doomsday with his wife and children.

They had held out in Doomsday for more than two years, he and his family struggling bitterly and living through many stories.

Until one day, those Southeast Asia scammers appeared, and his wife was shot dead.

He hated!

But he was not alone; he still had two children to take care of.

He could only follow the crowd migrating east.

On the back of his motorcycle sat a son and a daughter.

The little daughter asked in a small voice, ”Dad, who are these people? Are they bad guys too? Let’s hurry and go, Mom was killed by these bad people.”

The weathered middle-aged man glanced at his daughter and said softly, ”Don’t be afraid, they shouldn’t be. Anzi, look after your sister, I’m going over there for a bit.”

The boy called Anzi, hearing this, got off the motorcycle, gripping a length of rebar that had been ground sharp.

On his still-childish face, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s.

He was only thirteen, but he had already killed forty-six Zombies—and three people.

His father had told him, you have to take good care of your sister.

If one day your father is gone, you’ll have to shoulder the responsibility.

He had grown up the moment his mother died.

The middle-aged man looked at his son; these past two or three years of Doomsday had already made him mature.

He felt some heartache, but even more relief.

The man walked straight toward the infantry fighting vehicle dozens of meters away, stood in the middle of the road, and blocked Ju Tianrui and the others’ way.

On both sides of the road, some people recognized this middle-aged man.

A gray-haired old man among them shouted to him, ”Dai Jiusheng, are you tired of living? Hurry up and get out of the way, move!”

Someone else warned, ”Go, don’t block the road, don’t drag us down. Who knows where these people are from.”

...

Inside the infantry fighting vehicle, a team member glanced at Ju Tianrui and said, ”Should we drive him off?”

”No need. Director Li already said yesterday that we’d run into some Survivors fleeing from the Southwest along the way. These people don’t look like Southeast Asia folks at all; they must be fleeing Survivors.

Ask him what he’s doing blocking the road.”

”Got it.”

Very soon.

The hatch on top of the infantry fighting vehicle was lifted, and someone turned out from inside.

The team member said to the weathered, raggedly dressed man, ”What do you want? We’re on a tight schedule. If you’ve got something to say, say it quick.”

Seeing that the infantry fighting vehicle didn’t just roll over him, but even had someone asking him questions.

Dai Jiusheng’s heart surged—his gamble had paid off!

This unit was definitely regular army; if it had been some other faction, they’d probably have just driven straight over.

After searching and searching, he had finally found an organization.

So he shouted his old unit designation toward the infantry fighting vehicle.

The team member standing on the front of the vehicle froze for a moment, then relayed it to Ju Tianrui inside.

In the compartment, Ju Tianrui fell silent.

He looked from inside the vehicle at the man outside; he didn’t know how to answer.

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(Asking for a monthly ticket~~)