Doomsday Officers Operation Team-Chapter 42 Loneliness

Today was a very lonely day for Suwan. She didn't see anyone. Along the way, apart from herself, the only living person she saw were those scary and ugly zombies. It seemed that this world was abandoned and she was also forgotten. The road was so long that she didn't know how long she would have to keep walking before she got there. This feeling of loneliness could drive a person crazy. Suwan was a little excited to finally see a living person, but she didn't want to see everyone either.

Those al-Qaeda members who ambushed the rescue team escaped, but they and Suwan were enemies who hated each other. Seeing them, Suwan observed through the scope and saw that there were about ten people. These al-Qaeda members had plenty of ammunition, and Suwan only had one bullet left in his gun. It was obviously unrealistic to fight them head-on, so he might as well shoot himself. However, Suwan looked at the motorcycles they were riding in the scope and was so envious.

The motorcycle makes such a big noise, aren't you afraid of attracting zombies? Suwan is just saying the grapes are sour.

They were riding motorcycles, and Suwan could hear the noisy sound of the motorcycles starting from afar, not to mention the zombies in the forest. Three or two zombies were disturbed and staggered out of the forest. Before they reached the highway, they were overtaken by al-Qaeda members at a speeding speed. Before, Suwan drove so coolly and didn't take the zombies seriously, but now, Suwan could only watch helplessly.

Suwan couldn't just watch them leave like that. With a flash of her eyes, Suwan had an idea. She squatted on a branch and raised her assault rifle, aiming at the head of the last al-Qaeda member in the motorcycle team. She only had one bullet left, and if she didn't save it, it would be useless. So Suwan held her breath and didn't shoot casually. The assault rifle in her hand kept aiming at his head as the sights moved with the angle until the motorcycles of these al-Qaeda members drove to the highway in front of Suwan. Suwan narrowed her eyes and suddenly pulled the trigger. Then she jumped off the tree without having time to see if she had hit it, so as not to expose her target. After jumping off the tree, Suwan quickly hid behind the tree, and only then did she have time to recall the shot. Judging from the feel of it, it should have hit, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

The last al-Qaeda member in the convoy was shot in the head, and both he and his motorcycle fell to the ground. His heart stopped when he was shot. The other people heard the noise and looked back. Seeing that someone was injured, they quickly stopped their motorcycles, but they reacted a little slowly, and the motorcycles still drove a few meters away. Several people stopped their motorcycles, got off and ran back. Looking at the gunshot wound on his head, they all crouched down nervously, but the highway was so empty that they would die even if they lay down. Unfortunately, Suwan only had one bullet.

No one was shot again, and everyone was a little nervous.

The tall leader looked at the gunshot wound on the head of the man lying on the ground and said in a low voice: "Very accurate shooting, it might be Belster."

The other people immediately panicked. After all, they had heard of Belster's reputation. If they encountered an ambushing rescue team, they would not survive.

"The other party didn't shoot again. He is trying to intimidate us and make fun of us. If we leave, I'm afraid he will continue to shoot. We are all in the sniper range. If we want to survive, we must kill them," said the leading man viciously.

The other people nodded in agreement, so they crouched down and looked into the woods. The leading man made a gesture, and they carefully approached the woods. Just as they were about to enter the woods, a figure suddenly ran out from the woods not far from them and rushed directly towards the parked motorcycles. The figure was Suwan. Suwan jumped onto the nearest motorcycle and started the motorcycle without hesitation. The sound of the motorcycle starting attracted the attention of the al-Qaeda members. They turned their heads and saw that Suwan's motorcycle was already moving slowly. The al-Qaeda members hurriedly ran towards Suwan and shot her. Suwan turned the front of the motorcycle and drove it into the forest.

"It's her, damn it, it's that Belster!" An al-Qaeda member recognized Suwan, shot at her angrily, and roared at her: "Stop it!!"

Suwan changed gears and accelerated, and disappeared in a flash.

Whoever stops is a puppy!

It is not easy to drive a motorcycle in the forest. If you drive too fast, you may hit a tree easily. The road is also bumpy. Suwan drove for a while in the forest and planned to go back to the highway. After such a long distance, he would definitely not be unlucky enough to run into those al-Qaeda members again. Suwan stopped the motorcycle and planned to turn around and go back to the highway. Suddenly, he heard a buzzing sound above his head. It was an airplane.

Suwan was stunned and looked up quickly. She saw the plane in the sky through the gaps between the dense branches and leaves of the trees above her head. Suwan jumped and shouted, but the trees were too high and the people on the plane could not notice Suwan at all. Suwan shouted and screamed like a fool, and then watched the plane fly away. When the plane was about to leave her sight, Suwan saw the whole picture of the plane. Seeing the tiger and snake logo on the plane, Suwan became even more depressed. She was so depressed at this moment that she regretted not leaving the bullet to commit suicide.

But no matter how hard she looked, the plane would not come back, so Suwan had no choice but to continue on her way. She turned the motorcycle and kept muttering to herself.

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"You have eye problems. How can you fly a plane? It's so loud, but you can't hear it. I'm such a big person, but I can't see it!"

"Is it intentional? Is there an old grudge?"

"Why not fly a plane? Go drive a go-kart!"

Suwan kept muttering until her mouth was dry. Okay, she calmed down. Then she drove the motorcycle, feeling the breeze brought by the speed. Her hair was blown up by the breeze, and the zombies were left behind casually. She felt better again.

So the woman's mood is really...

When there were no zombies, Suwan felt like he was going on a picnic while riding his scooter. It would have been even better if he wasn't so hungry.

Suwan was very hungry, but he couldn't shoot any prey with the empty gun on his back. He had no choice but to stop his motorcycle and look for some wild fruits in the forest. However, the fruits were not enough to fill him up, so Suwan started to blame the pilot again.

If she could be taken away by plane, why would she need to look for wild fruits here? She could just fly back directly!

Suwan chewed the sour and bitter wild fruit, his mouth felt less dry, and he began to mutter again.

So the woman's mood is really...

The plane was the one that Will and Zoe were on. Although Suwan asked for help, the forest was so dense with branches and leaves that Will and Zoe really couldn't see her.

Instructor Will on the plane started gossiping again and shared his experience with Zoe, saying to her: "This won't work. I know my students well. Suwan is a very special person. Chinese people are conservative and reserved. Your passionate pursuit of her and enthusiastic expression of love is not what she thinks is love."

"So what does she think love is like?" Although Zoe didn't want to pay attention to Instructor Will, she couldn't help asking when she heard this. Several instructors nearby had been secretly listening. A Chinese instructor interrupted and said, "It's a long-lasting relationship, and mutual support."

Zoe didn't quite understand. Instructor Will didn't want to be overshadowed, so he quickly waved his hand to interrupt the Chinese instructor and redirect Zoe's attention back to himself: "I also know a Chinese saying."

"What?" Zoe asked.

"It's a done deal," Instructor Will said in Chinese, and then explained to Zoe, "It means that everything has been done, and Suwan can't deny it."

"What do you mean by 'did everything'?" Zoe was confused.

Instructor Will wanted to force her onto the bed and overpower her, but then he thought that both Zoe and Suwan were women. Even if Zoe did everything she could to push Suwan onto the bed, they were both women, so who would suffer? Would Suwan hold onto a handkerchief and sob to Zoe, asking her to clear her name? The thought of this scene made Instructor Will shudder.

It is clear that the more likely scenario is that Suwan stabbed Zoe to death.

This result is also quite tragic.

Seeing Zoe's eager-to-learn look, Instructor Will couldn't continue making up stories. He could only pat Zoe on the shoulder and encourage her, "Think about it yourself." Then, seeing that Zoe looked serious and was really thinking, he quickly looked away guiltily.

As for what Zoe is thinking, who knows.

It only takes a few hours to fly to a nearby safe city, but Suwan has been walking for two days and has not yet completed one-tenth of the distance. She rode her scooter for half a day, and when it got dark, the scooter ran out of gas again.

Suwan's rifle was empty, but she didn't throw it away. She just carried the empty rifle on her back, threw the motorcycle on the ground, and went into the woods to find a tree to climb up, intending to wait until dawn. Suwan sat on a branch, leaning against the trunk, holding the empty rifle that could only be used as a stick, and closed her eyes to rest. Before Suwan could recover from the fatigue of a day's journey, she heard footsteps, accompanied by a low roar without tone.

Suwan suddenly opened his eyes and clenched his empty gun to give himself some courage, because those coming were undoubtedly zombies.

Suwan relaxed her breathing and tried to lower her presence as much as possible. She just needed to wait for the zombies to pass by without exposing her target and attracting their attention. However, Suwan soon heard some strange noises from the zombies' growls, like the calls of small animals. No wonder the zombies were attracted here, they followed the animal.

Then Suwan saw a little squirrel on a branch a few trees away. It looked quite cute, squeaking and looking around. The zombies were attracted by its squeaking. The little squirrel turned its head around, and then its small black bean-like eyes saw Suwan and stopped looking around.

Suwan found himself locked in the sight of the furry squirrel and swallowed hard.

"Don't come over, don't come over," Suwan prayed quietly. Although there were not many zombies under the tree, Suwan didn't have a single bullet. Less trouble is worse than more trouble. She hoped to wait quietly for the zombies to pass by without attracting their attention.

But the little squirrel looked like a domesticated one. It was instinctively afraid of the zombies. When it saw Suwan, it squeaked and jumped towards her, trying to get close to her.

"Don't come over here..." Suwan said with a sad face, but the little squirrel ignored him and jumped into Suwan's arms, rubbing its head against Suwan's clothes affectionately.

The zombies under the tree followed the squirrel's cry and turned their heads to look at Suwan on the tree. In their opinion, Suwan, as a living person, was certainly more appealing to them than a squirrel. The zombies became angry and surrounded the big tree where Suwan was, then slapped the trunk frantically. Suwan on the tree almost lost her balance and fell off the tree. She quickly hugged the trunk tightly. She looked at the little squirrel with bean eyes in her arms, and then at the crazy zombies under the tree, with a look of wanting to cry but no tears.

"...Fuck."