Apocalypse Rebirth: Beauties Surround Me

37  What's going on?

Elijah sensed her slightly awkward response and felt pleased!

However, he didn't push further, keeping his hands to himself.

There were two reasons: the environment wasn't quite suitable, and Daisy was different from Bella.

Bella and Elijah were both experienced in such matters.

When the atmosphere was right and they were both comfortable, things naturally progressed.

But Daisy was obviously inexperienced, and Elijah was afraid of scaring her with too rapid progress. Anyway, there was plenty of time ahead.

After a brief moment, Elijah released Daisy. "

Consider this as today's girlfriend benefit!"

He didn't want her to feel embarrassed and wanted to give her a way out.

"Hmph!"

Daisy wrinkled her nose.

 "Next... next time, don't do sneak attacks!"

"Understood, next time I'll tell you in advance!"

As long as there was a next time, everything was negotiable!

"You rest here! Get a good sleep, and we'll act again tonight!"

Elijah told her as he left the room.

Daisy felt relieved when she saw him leave but then felt that something was off.

"Wait, there... there won't be a next time!" she muttered, but unfortunately, her voice was too low, and no one besides herself heard it.

Elijah returned to the living room and lay down on the sofa where Daisy had just slept, quickly falling asleep himself.

The eighth day of the apocalypse!

The sun was already high in the sky.

Elijah, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened by a loud car horn.

"What's going on?" Elijah got up, alert, and cautiously walked to the window to look outside.

He saw an SUV roaring away, its piercing horn attracting the surrounding zombies to follow behind. How could someone dare to honk madly in a city filled with zombies?!

"Elijah, there are people outside!" Daisy, who had also been awakened by the noise, called out to him.

Elijah quickly walked into the bedroom and looked outside through the window.

It was a narrow alley that could barely accommodate two cars passing.

Their store happened to be at the entrance of the alley, with the bedroom window facing the alley and the living room window facing the street outside.

At this moment, there was a pickup truck parked in the alley, already running and ready to go.

There were four people in the car. In addition to the driver and the passenger, there were two people in the back of the truck.

The car was silent, quietly lurking.

The distant honking was still loud, but it was getting farther away, and the sound was fading.

Elijah was surprised by the scene and instantly understood what they were doing. But soon, he was drawn to the emblem on the pickup truck. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"A badge, POLICE."

"Is that a police car?" Daisy murmured softly.

"But the people in the car don't look like serious individuals!" Elijah squinted, starting to observe the four people closely.

The two men on the truck's bed looked quite normal, one dressed in a shirt and trousers, the other in a T-shirt and casual pants.

Although they held machetes, they seemed timid, constantly surveying their surroundings.

Meanwhile, the two burly men in the driver and passenger seats wore tank tops, shorts, and had muscular arms.

At first glance, you couldn't say they were bad guys, but they definitely didn't fit the emblem on the car.

Well, it couldn't be said they had no association; they could be regulars at the police station, often brought in for questioning.

At that moment, the driver, a muscular and fierce-looking man, checked the time, immediately stepped on the gas, and the vehicle accelerated out of the alley, onto the main road, and raced away.

"What are they doing?" Daisy was puzzled, but Elijah didn't answer immediately, instead gesturing for Daisy to continue looking inside.

Further into the alley were two large iron gates, each with a sign hanging on them, indicating "Neoville City XXX Police Station!"

Behind the gates were two similarly dubious-looking men, one on each side, ready to close the gates at any moment.

"These are a bunch of thugs who seem to have taken over here. They might be armed, and as for what they're doing, think about how I had the zombies drive cars to attract more zombies yesterday night!" Elijah explained.

Daisy became even more puzzled. "Do they also have the ability to control zombies?"

"Why couldn't they be real people? One person drives ahead to attract zombies, while the others take the opportunity to gather supplies from various shops."

Daisy hadn't considered such an operation before. "But isn't the person in front...?"

"They might be dead, they might be alive; it all depends on luck."

Daisy couldn't believe it. "Aren't they all together? How could they treat their own companion like that?"

"Who said they were together? Did you see the two people behind the pickup just now? Their clothing and demeanor were clearly different from those of the driver, the passenger, and the gatekeepers."

"Yeah, those two looked like softies, while these guys look like thugs!"

"So, do you understand now? These thugs force people who are not with them to drive cars to attract zombies. If they die, they die. If they manage to survive by luck, then they're absorbed into the group."

Elijah knew all this so clearly because he remembered a small detail.

If he wasn't mistaken, the "master" who was responsible for lock picking and had taught him was among these people.

This "master" had a shady reputation; others called him "Third Brother," while some called him the "Keymaster."

Judging from his skills, he was a habitual thief. He often said that working was impossible for him, not in this lifetime.

Since he couldn't do business, he could only steal quietly to make a living.

As a result, he was often caught and brought to the police station.

But for him, going to the police station was like going home.

It was even better than home because aside from food, everyone inside was talented and had a way with words. He loved being there!

Unfortunately, when the zombie virus broke out, he happened to be in the police station.

It was thanks to this that he managed to survive, not being swept away by the zombies outside.

Later, using his skills, he successfully opened the doors and escaped.

Then, amidst the enthusiastic praise and requests from his surviving inmates, he helped open all the doors, including a batch of gamblers and gangsters who had just been arrested.

At that time, there were hardly any surviving staff left in the police station.

When the zombie virus broke out, the police station was in chaos.

Infected staff and prisoners were biting people everywhere.

The uninfected staff at the time only wanted to subdue them and didn't think of shooting them.

 As a result, most of the staff turned into zombies.

Only two people hid in the office.

The gangsters had criminal records and were brave enough to face zombies without fear.

Using crude tools, they managed to clear the zombies from the cells.

The other surviving prisoners, seeing how fierce these guys were, began to follow them, treating them as leaders.

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