Ron didn't remember having police friends.
It was only right that none of his former classmates worked in the police department even after they graduated.
And the female police officer in front of him could actually call out his full name.
It should be recognizing himself.
But Ron didn't have the slightest impression.
"Haha, you shouldn't know me, but I know you, I didn't expect to actually meet you here!"
The female police officer said with some excitement.
Her attitude towards Ron also became enthusiastic.
"Hahaha, Vera, you wouldn't have had a crush on him but never expressed it, right?"
The male police officer who was driving said with a smile.
Ron didn't look like he knew Vera.
So he subconsciously thought that Vera had once liked Ron, but Ron didn't know about it.
"No way!"
Vera glared at the male police officer without a good look.
"Vera?"
Ron felt that the name was somewhat familiar.
He shot a glance at Vera, who was wearing a police uniform.
Something suddenly came to mind.
In his last life, after the Doomsday Crisis broke out, Ron had once entered the police station in search of weapons in order to protect himself.
At that time, he had met a woman in the police station called Vera.
When he met Vera, she was being attacked by a zombie police officer.
Since it was at the stage when the apocalypse had just broken out, Ron at that time was still kind-hearted, so he killed the zombie with one shot and saved Vera.
Later on, Ron collected his weapons to return to his apartment, and since Vera was injured, she couldn't follow Ron, so Ron left some food and water and left on his own.
Since then, Ron never saw Vera again.
Ron's relationship with Vera wasn't deep, it was a one-sided relationship at best.
And at that time, Vera was covered in blood, so Ron didn't see her appearance clearly.
That's why Ron didn't recognize the policewoman as Vera at first glance.
But now that he took a closer look, Vera was quite good looking.
Perhaps it was because she often worked under the sun.
Vera's skin was a healthy bronze color.
And her body was well maintained.
It looked like there was regular fitness.
Even through the police uniform, Ron could feel Vera's firm muscles.
Perhaps it was because of this that Vera was able to survive with half of the police department's officers infected.
"Mr. Ron, I didn't expect to actually meet you here."
"By the way, speaking of which, what are you doing in the suburbs so early in the morning?"
Vera asked as she looked at Ron with a curious expression.
The Lunar Apartment was dozens of kilometers away from here.
It was really a bit suspicious that Ron didn't sleep in his apartment early in the morning and actually appeared in the suburbs.
When Ron heard this, he froze.
If he answered this question poorly, he would most likely be taken as Wilson's accomplice.
"I've rented a forest villa in this neighborhood, and it's recently being renovated, so I came over to take a look."
Ron's mind turned quickly and immediately came up with a reasonable reason.
The villa he rented was in the forest on the outskirts.
It just so happened to be Ron's excuse.
"So it's like this."
Vera nodded as she heard this.
She had an unspeakable trust in Ron, so she didn't suspect anything.
Soon, Ron was sent to the nearest hospital.
"It's fortunate that you guys sent it early."
The doctor said to the two police officers while bandaging Ron.
"Doctor, what do you mean by this? Is Ron seriously injured?"
Hearing this, Vera hurriedly inquired anxiously.
"That's not true, if you guys had brought it in a little later, Mr. Ron's wound might have healed on its own."
The doctor said with a shrug.
"What?"
Vera and the other male police officer heard and both spoke out in confusion.
"I really don't understand why this kind of superficial wound needs to be sent to the hospital, wouldn't it be better to apply some medicine at home yourself?"
The doctor said somewhat breathlessly.
"But he's lost a lot of blood!"
"And when I was cleaning his wounds, I clearly saw a big wound."
Vera said with some surprise.
If it was just a superficial wound, how could Ron have bled so much.
Moreover, when she treated Ron's wound in the police car, she clearly saw a very serious wound.
"Nowadays, young people, if they bleed a little, they're going to die ..."
The doctor sighed, then took the medical instruments and left the ward.
He didn't realize that just now half of Ron's face was covered in blood and looked very scary.
The reason why there was no blood on his face now was because it had already been treated once by Vera.
"What's wrong with this doctor? The attitude is too bad!"
The male police officer said with dissatisfaction.
"That's right, how can you be so perfunctory as a doctor!"
Vera also chimed in.
Only Ron didn't say anything, but gently stroked his wound, pondering.
He did feel that the wound didn't hurt as much as before.
Moreover, he felt that the wound itched and seemed to be healing.
It made him feel a bit strange.
...
Ron left the hospital after bandaging it.
After following the two police officers back to the police station and dealing with the aftermath of the car accident.
Ron was then respectfully invited out of the police station.
After all, this matter was the police's fault in the first place.
Ron had already been magnanimous by not overly pursuing their responsibility.
After leaving the police station, Ron hailed a cab and went to the nearest car rental agency.
His old car had already been scrapped due to a car accident.
It was too troublesome to buy a new car now as he had to go through all sorts of formalities.
In the end Ron still felt that renting a car was more cost effective.
After shopping around at the car rental agency, Ron finally chose to rent a pickup truck.
Because the pickup truck had a very large trunk capacity, it was more suitable for driving in the apocalypse.
And this pickup truck was diesel-fueled.
Compared to gasoline, diesel was cheaper and easier to buy.
Ron could even put a large batch of diesel fuel into the cross for storage.
This way, even in the middle of the apocalypse, one's car would have enough fuel.
After renting the pickup truck, Ron drove to his warehouse first thing.
He couldn't wait to receive his arms.
At this moment, there were five large trucks parked in the warehouse.
Wilson was sitting in the warehouse waiting.