She just didn't have the ability to kill that zombie at the ti; otherwise, she would have taken her revenge long ago. But what did this man an by suddenly bringing up this matter?
"That zombie is very smart. When I went over with the armored vehicle, it might have sensed my presence and hid itself." If not for that, Ryan would have killed it already.
Although second-level zombies have evolved to be stronger, they are not that much stronger. A high-powered gunshot would still kill them. If Mia and the others had only a revolver in their hands at the ti, it was no wonder they were at such a disadvantage.
Mia's expression changed. Had zombies already begun to evolve intelligence? Could it be that this virus only brought disaster? What would happen to humanity?
"Don't worry. Even if zombies evolve, the process takes ti, and it slows down in the later stages. It's not as terrifying as you imagine. At the very least, they still can't withstand bullets." Ryan embraced the girl's delicate body, placing both hands on her soft chest.
Mia blushed, unaccustod to such intimacy from a man. She twisted her body slightly, but Ryan held her tightly in his arms.
"You want revenge? I can help you. I brought all the guns and equipnt from the police station's armory with the armored vehicle. They're in the basent of this building."
"Really?" Mia was a little surprised. She had feared that she wouldn't have the chance to prove herself. After all, while her combat skills were decent, she was not as formidable as Ryan, who relied more on firearms and other weapons.
"Of course. In the future, you can also help train these won. They've never even touched a gun before, and they need at least so self-defense skills."
Mia's heart wavered. Was this trust?
Or was Ryan testing her? By putting her in charge of managing and training the won in firearm use, wasn't he worried that she might pose a threat to him?
Whatever Mia was thinking, Ryan left after making the arrangents, leaving her alone in the room…
It was the fifth day since the apocalypse began. By now, most parts of the world had already descended into chaos. Although so semblance of order still remained, it was on the brink of collapse.
The communication system hadn't completely shut down, but it was severely impacted. As a last resort, the governnt had even activated a backup local area network to facilitate nationwide communication.
On television, nearly all entertainnt programming had ceased. Only a handful of essential broadcasts remained, covering news from across the country, zombie movents, and governnt announcents.
Ryan casually turned off the TV, feeling a bit bored. He yawned…
Olivia lay comfortably on the sofa beside him, resting her head on Ryan's lap like a spoiled pet seeking attention, clinging to him affectionately.
"You're slacking off again?" Ryan looked at the smiling girl lying between his legs with amusent.
"N-no, I just miss my master and want to stay by his side~," Olivia said guiltily.
Although Ryan had ordered Mia to take charge of training the people in the base—including teaching them how to use firearms, physical training, and more—Mia was very responsible. She did her best to teach them, and now there were already so results. They weren't experts, but at least they could shoot.
Ryan didn't want the won in his harem to be re decorations. Otherwise, he alone wouldn't be able to manage the entire settlent in the city.
As more won joined later, they would eventually need to go out, kill zombies, and expand their power. It was better to start training now.
Currently, there were about a dozen won in the hospital, but not all of them were willing to train. Only a few, like Jessica and Lily, showed real interest in learning.
However, soone like Olivia preferred to slack off. That being said, expecting delicate and fragile girls like her to learn how to shoot and kill zombies was no easy task.
After all, compared to n, won were naturally at a physical disadvantage, making them weaker in combat. Mia was a special case, but Ryan didn't expect them to beco powerful—he just wanted them to be able to protect themselves.
After all, no matter how strong firearms were, they still couldn't compare to supernatural abilities. He was very interested in the abilities that could only be unlocked when one's physical stats reached 100. Now that was true extraordinary power—absolutely overwhelming strength.
"Alright, I know exactly what you're thinking~," Ryan said, pinching Olivia's little face.
"Uh… I'm sorry, Master, I was wrong~," Olivia lowered her head in embarrassnt, her little sche completely exposed.
To put it simply, she just didn't like going out every day to kill zombies, getting covered in dust and gri. It was dirty and dangerous—nothing compared to staying by her master's side and being pampered.
"If you know you're wrong, then go. If I'm not around, are you just going to wait to die when facing zombies? You don't want to be just a pretty decoration, do you~?"
"I'm sorry, Master! I'll go find Sister Mia right now~!" With that, she hurriedly ran downstairs.
Ryan glanced at the scene below. Over the past few days, he had cleared out all the zombies around the hospital building, making the area much safer.
At least for now, there were no imdiate dangers in moving around.
In the open space, Mia was patiently teaching a group of won how to use firearms. As the saying goes, sharpshooters are trained with bullets.
After several days of practice, their shooting was starting to look decent. Without a doubt, Mia was an excellent instructor. While Ryan's shooting skills weren't bad, he didn't have the sa teaching ability, nor did he have the ti or patience for it.
Going downstairs, the won knelt down respectfully when they saw Ryan coming, because those who were disrespectful and submissive had been taught a lesson. Olivia, Ryan's loyal lackey, had already taught the other won in the base how to be obedient.
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