You Bastard! Come Here and Die!

Fruit trees have already been planted near the base, but most of them will take a long time to bear fruit.

Therefore, most people go to pick wild fruits to eat.

The fruits grown in the orchard are still some time away from ripening, such as tomatoes, cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, watermelons, and cantaloupes, which have the shortest fruiting cycle.

Only the Immortal Royal Court, free from the threat of Zombie Tide and able to cultivate the surrounding fields, could afford to be so extravagant.

The other bases weren't unwilling to plant crops, but they were constantly facing Zombie Tide hordes, so they had no choice but to build walls to surround their bases.

However, this limits the area of their base. After deducting living and transportation costs, there is not much area left for planting.

Planting them outside the base would mean risking zombie attacks, making it a losing proposition. Few people could handle such a dangerous job, and too many would die, causing morale to collapse within the base.

Wang Bujian picked up a wild strawberry.

It had some water droplets on it, so it had obviously been washed clean before being presented to him.

He tossed it into his mouth and took a bite.

The sweet and sour juice immediately flowed out.

Although these wild strawberries aren't as big or sweet as some artificially selected strawberries, they are still very fragrant, with a perfect balance of tartness and sweetness—neither too sour nor cloyingly sweet.

It's a nice snack.

Wang Bujian ate the wild fruits in the basket one after another in no time, and then handed the basket back to Wang Bujian.

Not embarrassed at all.

The One villager who accepted the basket was visibly excited, holding it in both hands as if he intended to enshrine it when he got home.

Wang Bujian began his inspection tour, almost every few steps he took, his subjects would come forward to offer him food.

This shows that his base had ample food, enough for everyone to eat their fill, and they even had some left over, which is why they respected their leader so much.

There are also small teams responsible for patrolling and maintaining security within the base.

It was formed by Han Po and the leaders of those small bases.

Weekly rotation.

Their main duties include dealing with petty theft, fights, and other disputes within the base, as well as mediating conflicts between neighbors.

When they saw that the Wang Bujian, they immediately stopped and bowed to him. Then they resumed their patrol with even greater vigor, their eyes becoming much sharper.

Wang Bujian wandered around for a while, and just as he was about to go back...

A person staggered toward him.

Wang Bujian paused for a moment, standing still as he watched the person step forward.

The man was holding something in his hand, seemingly intending to offer it as tribute to the Wang Bujian.

But when he got within a meter of Wang Bujian, he instantly pulled a gun out of the box.

"Go to hell!"

They were so close.

It's firearms again, something with great destructive power.

All the residents in the vicinity gasped in surprise.

They all rushed towards it without hesitation.

Several people who were close by even stood in front of Wang Bujian, trying to shield Wang Bujian from bullets with their own bodies.

But it was too late for them.

That shot was too close, too fast, and too ruthless.

It struck Wang Bujian squarely in the chest.

Bang!

Puff!

Blood splattered everywhere.

The man's face turned crazed, and upon seeing this, he burst into laughter.

Success!

The gun in his hand had a large caliber, and he was aiming it at the heart. If someone was shot at such close range, even a god couldn't save them.

"Leader!!!!!"

You bastard! Die!

"Damn bastard!"