"How can there be so many zombies?"
Zhou Hongcheng and the others quietly peeked outside, and their first glance left them stunned by the scene before them.
Initially, there were only three scattered zombies, but they had all been dealt with.
Just when they were drawn to the Zombie Album, it wasn’t long before an unexpectedly large number of zombies gathered outside.
And the commotion just now was undoubtedly due to the appearance of a large and stout zombie within the horde, relentlessly destroying the vehicles parked outside.
The vehicles were like toys, casually handled at will.
If they hadn’t seen the Zombie Album, they wouldn’t have recognized this zombie, but now they know, that enormous zombie is the Tyrant.
A frightening zombie recorded in the album, especially since its flesh scythe is incredibly sharp, making steel crumble like paper in its presence.
"Shh, don’t speak, don’t make a sound."
Zhou Hongcheng urged everyone to be discreet and not make any noise, for no one could be sure whether the iron door before them could keep out the Tyrant.
Just hoping the zombies outside are rely passing by and will disperse on their own after a while.
Sun Jun paid no attention to the situation outside, sitting at the radio equipnt, fiddling attentively, hoping to contact people outside, though he never fantasized about reaching Sunshine Shelter in Huang City via radio.
That was an impossibility.
Even buying a lottery ticket had better odds.
The other survivors in the tunnel gathered in small groups, huddled in corners, listening to the chaotic noise outside, each feeling a bit anxious.
But beyond this anxiety was a sense of hope, a hope that erged after reading the Zombie Album.
...
Qin’s Base.
"Boss, recently the situation in various places seems peculiar, large numbers of zombies seem to be migrating towards a single location."
Professor Jin glanced at the boss before him, his appearance truly terrifying; if given another choice, Jin was certain the boss would never want to beco like this.
After all, neither human nor ghost, his entire body had already rged with the base, making it frightening to look at.
"Could a certain type of zombie have appeared, forming a horde?"
Qin Ling had long accepted his current form and had never regretted it. Though his form was imperfect, he continued studying to assimilate the best genes while lting away inferior ones within his body.
This experint is feasible, it just requires so ti.
Professor Jin said, "Unknown for now, the cause hasn’t been investigated yet."
"Without investigation, how can you stop investigating? Such a simple matter, must I teach you?"
Qin Ling reprimanded, his irritable temperant leaving Professor Jin sowhat helpless. Currently, he was the only one who could stay by Qin Ling’s side, unable to avoid being in the sa sinking boat.
"Rest assured, I’ll definitely get to the bottom of it."
Professor Jin swore solemnly; zombie hordes were not uncommon and nothing worth marveling at, only the scope of this horde was sowhat extensive.
The coverage area was wide, present everywhere, and the reason is definitely not that simple.
He believes sothing major is about to happen.
Qin Ling asked, "Where exactly is the limit of evolution?"
He hadn’t conducted much research in this area, always investing money and manpower, leaving professional matters to professionals, and Professor Jin was a high-paid expert he had recruited.
"Boss, in theory, evolution has no limits and can proceed indefinitely; theoretically, yes, but the required dium for evolution becos increasingly stronger, making it hard to say."
Professor Jin answered truthfully.
He knew about the boss’s evolution, which was among the few special evolutions he knew of, capable of absorbing high-quality genes and replacing inferior erroneous genes within the body.
But during the evolution process, the required high-quality genes must beco increasingly superior; in this situation, how many advanced high-quality genes could there be?
This is a matter of concern.
"What do you an hard to say? Everything has been nurtured up to now for that future mont."
Currently, Qin Ling didn’t intend to confront Lin Fan directly; he knew he wasn’t qualified enough. eting Lin Fan now would an not knowing how he’d end up being killed.
He had plenty of ti to wait, not anxious at all.
Surviving until the end is to be the victor.
As for the Mutant Organization, he didn’t think highly of them at all, regardless of how they seed overbearing, always provoking Lin Fan, but he stated the facts here.
Lin Fan could be provoked countless tis, but once the Mutant Organization is discovered, they’ll undoubtedly be crushed by Lin Fan imdiately.
In Qin Ling’s eyes, the Mutant Organization was rely teetering on the brink of destruction, existing in futile rebellion.
...
In a desolate place, a building leaned at an angle.
Poison Sting Zhong Hong stood on the rooftop, frowning, gazing at the vast zombie horde stirring dust in the distance.
"What happened? How can such a horde suddenly gather together?"
This was already the second horde she’d seen during this ti.
She had seen them before.
But not this frequently.
This wasn’t a horde ford unintentionally, it was definitely due to so ongoing situation.
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