You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

"What do we do?"

"Go up and ask directly?"

"It must have been those two, right?"

The man speaking was dressed in a leather jacket, hiding behind an abandoned sedan.

Only the skeleton of the vehicle remained, even the doors had been removed; by now, they'd probably become the door to someone's shack.

There were two more people beside him, one of whom, wearing a duckbill cap, immediately grabbed the companion who was about to stand up upon hearing this question.

"Why are you stopping me?"

"We can't hide today's matter."

"These out-of-towners have no manners; we have to teach them a good lesson, or how will others view our Security Bureau?"

Who knew that the man in the duckbill cap would respond with a face full of mockery:

"Security Bureau?"

"You think you're the police chief just because you have a broken pair of handcuffs in your trousers?"

The man who was somewhat resentful at first, suddenly looked stunned, yet he still seemed somewhat unconvinced, "So we just let them get away?"

Upon hearing this, the man in the leather jacket turned to look at the man in the duckbill cap, clearly sharing the same thought.

But the man with the duckbill cap laughed a few times, took off his cap, patted it, and put it back on, looking at the two figures who disappeared once more into the alley, he said:

"Let's follow them and see."

"What's the rush?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at his two companions again, his eyes now held a hint of disappointment as he said:

"Besides, they've already killed five people."

"Are we three any different?"

Without waiting for the others to speak, the man in the duckbill cap hummed and walked out from behind the remains of the sedan.

"Alright, stop dawdling."

"Let's go."

The man in the leather jacket looked unconcerned as he glanced at his companion, whose face showed dissatisfaction. He smiled and patted his shoulder, "Alright, he's just looking out for you."

"Let's go, or we'll lose them."

Having said that, he was the first to follow.

The man behind him twitched a few times and finally lifted his feet to follow. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

It wasn't long before the three of them disappeared down the alley they had come through.

In the darkness, shadows flickered.

Peng Liu held a flashlight at the front.

Countless puddles of various sizes reflected the light, with chaotic footprints clearly visible.

The faint scent of blood soon returned to the air.

The body in the corner was starting to stiffen.

Next to it were plenty of footprints.

Just then, the gaunt man behind him suddenly leaned in and whispered:

"Brother Liu, it seems like we're being followed."

"Shall we..."

Towards the end, his voice carried a hint of viciousness.

He apparently intended to set an ambush around the corner ahead, to turn around and attack, and chop off the tails that were following behind them.

This was a habit developed while he was running about outside with Peng Yue.

However, Peng Liu firmly shook his head, indicating that there was no need to pay attention.

"Keep walking."

"Pretend you don't know."

The gaunt man didn't argue and nodded before again feigning nonchalance as he followed Peng Liu into the side street.

In just over ten minutes, the two returned to the house where their convoy had settled.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The urgent knocking on the door interrupted the card game of the security team members inside, and one of them quickly got up to open it.

"Brother Liu, you're back?"

"Nothing's wrong, right?"

The man opening the door first greeted the two, then looked outside a few times, making sure there was nothing amiss, before stepping aside.

No sooner had Peng Liu entered than he headed straight upstairs.

As he left, he dropped a message.

"Stop playing cards."

"Have the brothers keep an eye out; our cars are still outside."

The gaunt man immediately responded and led a few people outside, casting a glance in the direction they had just come from as he left.

At the end of his line of sight, there were clearly several figures hiding.

He spat and nonchalantly pulled open the door of the truck, getting inside.

"Heh heh."

"Pretty timid."

The others who followed him out found their own vehicles and got in, looking at the pitch-dark streets outside, patiently waiting for their shift change.

Meanwhile, the three individuals in duckbill caps hiding behind the distant corner were whispering to each other.

"A convoy?"

"Does this area even have such a large convoy?"

The man in the duckbill cap was puzzled.

The urban management bureau was responsible for market order and external trade, not them, so they had no idea that such a convoy had entered.

And they were all heavy trucks.

Those were valuable assets.

After all, the number of people who dared to drive in the city wasn't that high.

Firstly, because travel was inconvenient with congested intersections and car accidents everywhere.

Secondly, the noise from driving was very likely to attract the attention of zombies and mutants.

Once a large horde of zombies or beasts took notice, the minimal defensive capabilities of an ordinary car couldn't hold out for long.

Therefore, those who dared to drive outside either belonged to a sizeable and powerful convoy, or the vehicle itself had enough defense to withstand the dangers encountered on the road.

Heavy, powerful trucks were among them.

And it was for this very reason that Li Wanhao dared to head south from his card factory to Market Street—the factory had a few trucks capable of carrying tens of tons.

With a bit of modification, driving them on the road was nearly equivalent to operating a tank.

How could the early-stage zombies possibly stop them?

Because of this, sturdy and powerful trucks quickly became the main mode of transportation in and out of Wanhao District.

But those were still just trucks.

Their maximum load capacity didn't exceed twenty tons, with some not much bigger than a pick-up truck.

Yet, the convoy before them consisted entirely of heavy trucks.

Such vehicles weren't rare in themselves.

But the issue was this wasn't the outskirts; this was the city!

To reduce safety accidents, these heavy trucks, usually weighing at least fifty or sixty tons, were generally not allowed to enter the city.

So even though everyone knew their value, they were hard to come by.

Unless one went to the highways around the outskirts.

Wait a second, the outskirts?

The man in the duckbill cap frowned, seemingly having a sudden realization.

He vaguely remembered that the armored vehicle from the armed team had come back from the outskirts.

It seemed to have been traded for some goods and equipment.

Traded with whom again?

The outskirts...

Long-haul convoys...

The answer was on the tip of his tongue.

But suddenly, the man in the duckbill cap heard someone near him let out a surprised "huh" and say:

"It couldn't be the Peng family brothers coming to our place, could it?"

"Only they have these trucks."

The man in the leather jacket immediately concurred:

"Exactly, exactly, I was just thinking they looked familiar!"

"The truck from the armed team was exchanged with them for food and guns!"

As the two of them talked, they suddenly fell silent, then simultaneously turned to look at the man in the duckbill cap, their eyes clearly conveying a message.

Are we still going after this guy?

Wanhao District did indeed have laws.

But their laws were confined only to the lower-level survivors who couldn't even fill their stomachs.

As for the others, it was usually the case that orders from above came down before any investigation began.

Moreover, everyone had heard the recent news.

That was the Peng family brothers.

Not to be trifled with.