Chapter 139 - 131: Brother Mao’s Hair Should Not Be Less!
Especially those outside the base. After his rebirth, Li Yu had warned himself never to trust anyone besides his own family!
That's why even now, those workers who had joined for quite a while still had no right to carry guns. That was the reason.
He would only grant a measure of trust after testing them over time and through various events. Even when trust was given, he would have countermeasures in mind. By preparing for the worst, he could respond to any situation that arose.
Thinking, Li Yu considered letting Song Min and her group help block those trying to escape at the perimeter. That way, with Song Min and the others always there, there would be no chance of them sending signals to the outside.
Moreover, they could be of actual use when the time came.
Having made up his mind, Li Yu spoke up: "Alright! You guys come with us, and we'll sort things out when we get there."
Song Min had assumed that Li Yu would refuse. Li Yu's response caught her off guard. But soon, she was overjoyed to be able to participate in dealing with the Salvation Army, a matter that would gladden anyone's heart.
So, she smiled happily and said, "Okay, we'll follow your orders."
Li Yu nodded, then glanced over at the people beside Song Min.
A slender girl who used to be chubby was looking at Li Yu with curiosity, her former plumpness still vaguely discernible.
A lively and cheerful young girl looked up at Li Yu with admiration, her smile radiant.
A teenage boy, young-faced but quite tall, standing at 183cm, was only a bit shorter than Li Yu. Listening in on Li Yu's conversation with Song Min, he looked on with eager worship, tempted to try his hand. Does everyone with the surname Song love fighting this fiercely? Li Yu wondered.
A teacher with long black straight hair had a gentle face but now showed much more determination in her eyes.
...
Li Yu turned back and discussed the plan with Li Tie and the others behind him. There was no disagreement. Inside the base, during discussions, people like Second Uncle would give their input.
But when deciding on actions to be taken outside, everyone tended to listen to Li Yu.
They quickly devised a plan.
They settled on an area near a bend in the road.
This spot was ideal—the right side had expansive farmland, and on the left, there was a cliff about 4 meters high, hollowed out when the road was originally constructed.
At this bend, Li Yu and his team could hide atop the cliff, taking the high ground with the advantage of elevation. It would be very convenient to shoot from there, especially at a bend.
If the enemy ran to the right, they would have to cross nearly 200 meters of wide farmland. Running there, without any obstruction, would undoubtedly make them shining targets! And with the rain, the abandoned farmland was muddy, making travel difficult.
Next, they needed a way to make them stop!
Song Min volunteered to go ahead and stop them, pretending to discuss some matters with the Salvation Army.
Li Yu raised his eyebrows in surprise. Blocking the road was certainly dangerous.
In the end, Li Yu rejected the idea. Danger was one aspect, but Li Yu was more concerned with not letting them escape!
They ended up finding a big truck on the side of the road, but it was out of fuel!
Troublesome! They had come in an electric car today, and there was no gasoline! They looked around and finally managed to scrounge up some fuel.
They barely got the truck to the center of the bend, then scattered some nails behind it—an item Li Yu and his team often carried.
According to Li Yu's plan, they prepared four people on the cliff to shoot from above.
One person would be ready at both ends of the road to block off escape.
Another person would hide in the forests behind the farmland, where Song Min and her group would be, too.
Everything was ready, and they simply waited for the Salvation Army and their group to arrive.
...
After reaching the County center, Brother Mao's group collected protection fees from two teams. One team didn't pay enough, so according to the Salvation Army's rules, they had to make an example by killing one to assert authority!
After executing someone and securing the group's compliance, Brother Mao and his crew marched on with swagger.
All the way, it was incredibly exhilarating.
Not a single tough guy in sight! Ha!
As time passed in the post-apocalyptic world, the Salvation Army grew larger and larger. And this guy, Brother Mao, had been useless before the apocalypse, looked down upon by many. Almost thirty, no wife, no money, no job.
After the apocalypse, he struggled to survive for a while until he encountered the Salvation Army. Watching the Salvation Army grow bit by bit, Brother Mao went from being a nobody to Little Mao, and then from Little Mao to Brother Mao.
Now he's considered a minor person in charge, although with just over twenty people. This time, he was responsible for collecting protection fees during transportation. If he does well, he'll climb higher and higher!
And maybe one day, he could even become a team leader. Hehehe.....
Thinking this, Brother Mao slung his feet up on the car's windshield, leisurely tilted the seat back, wound down the window, and smoked a cigarette.
The wind took half the smoke, Brother Mao the other half. He had once heard someone say that this was a form of loneliness.
Brother Mao, too, wanted to show off!
The first time he heard this phrase, he felt an overwhelming aura of pretension. Now with over twenty subordinates, he thought he should let them see the elegance of Brother Mao!
Taking a deep drag, Brother Mao's few sparse but elegant strands of hair blew in the wind.
Brother Mao might not have much hair, but he prided himself on his appearance; these last few strands were his final defiance.
The convoy moved slowly forward, Brother Mao in high spirits, smoking one cigarette after another.
With the wind blowing and his eyes squinting, he admired the verdant hills and clear waters, the blue sky and white clouds. He looked ahead at a small turn, which resembled an elephant's trunk.
Feeling immensely moved, as if he had to recite a line or two of poetry to express the joy in his heart.
"Faced with this scenery, truly beautiful mountains and clear waters!"
After pondering for a moment, Brother Mao finally recited aloud:
"Thousands of orioles cry amid the red and green, a windswept flag of wine by the river village."
Uh.... "Mountains end and waters cease, doubt there's a path; dark willows and bright flowers, another village in sight."
"Good!"
"Hehehe!" When it comes to poetry, trust Brother Mao!
As the car was turning, suddenly!
Screech!
The vehicle braked hard.
Brother Mao was jolted, his head slamming hard against the car window!
It instantly angered Brother Mao; his previously happy mood soured in an instant. He was just reciting poetry, almost had a good time, and now he gets hit?
Brother Mao touched his head, brought his hand in front of his eyes to look, and clearly saw a strand of hair on his hand.
It must have been caught in something, this strand of hair had been pinched right off. Just now when he hit the window, he thought the pain was from the collision, but now it seemed more likely that his hair got caught!
Hair, for Brother Mao, was life!
Brother Mao erupted in rage! An extremely crazed look appeared on his face, his aura as if ready for a life-or-death fight!
"Fucking hell, son of a bitch...."
Before Brother Mao could finish cursing.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out!
The window shattered directly, the driver who had just been cursed, headshot!
Brain matter, mixed with blood, splashed all over Brother Mao's face.