"Ah, thank you, Mother." Dave smiled at the steaming food on the table.
"Actually, Mother, let's take the food home and eat together." Dave glanced at Jiaoyue, then at the computer, before getting up and shutting it down.
"Huh? Won't that interrupt your work?" Jiaoyue paused, then hurriedly asked.
"No, this isn't anything important. Besides, what could be more important than eating with family?" Dave said with a smile, shaking his head.
"All right."
Watching the mother and son leave together so warmly, Mu shook his head helplessly.
Then Mu got up, shut down the computer, took out that flyer... and headed toward his destination.
Mu arrived at George's base.
"Are you hiring here?" Upon arriving, Mu saw a zombie standing at the entrance to the base, holding a sign that said they were hiring.
"Ugh." The zombie, whose only two teeth were on the verge of falling out, nodded.
The zombie reached out to pull Mu along, and Mu hurriedly moved away.
The zombie pointed at the base behind him. Oh, so he wants to take me inside.
Then Mu followed the zombie into the base. All kinds of machines were running inside, though the place smelled a little strange.
A large tank stood in the center of the base, filled with shit-yellow liquid and some viscous material. Mu was puzzled. What exactly is this place?
"A new recruit?" Just then, the gnome, Dr. Zomboss, walked over and asked, looking at Mu behind the zombie.
"Ugh." The zombie nodded, then turned and left.
"Come along, rookie. War isn't a game. You need to protect yourself at all times. Here's some equipment."
Then Mu looked at his rubber suit and boots, the shovel in his hand, and the canister hanging from his belt, and fell into deep thought...
Mu