"Get lost, just get lost, damn it."
Rocks clashed with the War Armor but instantly bounced off, completely useless.
The fatty was truly in despair facing this situation, his heart sinking with cold dread. He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to live, but it seed like there was no chance of survival at the mont.
Officer Huang approached the fatty, and every step felt like an imnse pressure, making the fatty feel as if his heart might stop at any mont.
"Boo hoo..."
The fatty couldn’t help but cry.
Tears flowed down his cheeks as he thought about how his three companions tried to help him just now. He deeply regretted his insistence on sacrificing himself; perhaps they could have escaped together if he hadn’t insisted.
Officer Huang stood in front of the fatty, reaching out a hand to grab him. The action scared the fatty into wailing and begging for rcy.
"Zombie grandpa, please don’t bite , I’m scared, I’m really scared. I beg you, please let go."
"I have elders above , and young ones below... No, wait, it’s the other way around... I beg you."
The fatty was scared silly by the zombie in front of him, and he could already sll the stench from the zombie’s mouth. It was truly overwhelming.
Officer Huang looked at the fatty he held.
Slightly furrowing his brows.
"I’m a police officer," Officer Huang said.
"Huh?"
The despairing fatty suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at Officer Huang, and then glanced around, wondering who had spoken. Was it possible that he was hallucinating due to the threat of death?
"I said it."
If Lin Fan saw this, he would definitely exclaim, "Officer Huang, how can you not love ? Our relationship is solid, why don’t you talk to and instead like to talk to others."
If Officer Huang were to reply, he would definitely say, "You’ve seen at my most embarrassing, even stripped and washed clean. Who wouldn’t avoid you after that?"
"Ah... You can talk."
"Hmm, I won’t hurt you. My duty is to protect ordinary citizens."
The fatty stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, having been shocked by the zombie in front of him.
He even pinched his chubby cheeks, wondering if he was dreaming or perhaps hallucinating, so imrsed that he couldn’t pull himself out.
"You won’t bite ?"
"I won’t."
Officer Huang had already said quite a lot, and with great patience.
Even after becoming a zombie, Officer Huang continued to interact patiently with ordinary citizens. Of course, when it ca to evildoers, what awaited them was severe punishnt.
"Really?" The fatty still didn’t quite believe it.
"Really."
The fatty raised his head, looking at the sky, pondering what day it was today to encounter such a situation. Or maybe it was because, as a child, he once gave a hundred bucks to a begging old man and got a thrashing from his parents. Maybe heaven pitied him and gave him this blessing.
It must be like that, definitely. Good deeds are rewarded; doing good things is indeed beneficial.
Officer Huang noticed a wound on the fatty’s calf and directly tore the fatty’s clothes into strips for simple bandaging, then hoisted him onto his shoulder and walked toward the mountain.
"Officer, will you help my friends?"
"Yes."
"Oh, oh, they were scared silly and thought you would bite people. I’ll call out to them, so they won’t be afraid."
After saying that, the fatty shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, don’t be afraid, co out quickly. This zombie officer is a good zombie, he’s here to help us..."
For so reason, the fatty felt that as he shouted, the blood from his calf flowed faster.
It scared him into closing his mouth, not daring to continue shouting recklessly, truly afraid that he wouldn’t be bitten to death by a zombie, but instead would die from excessive blood loss.
In the mountains.
The three fleeing individuals ran around like headless chickens, not knowing where safety lay.
"Was there a voice just now?"
"Was there?"
"There was."
"I didn’t notice."
The three remained silent, not bringing up what they already knew. If there really was a voice, it must be the fatty’s screams; the zombie must be biting him, tearing open his abdon, and pulling out his innards.
Thinking of these scenes sent chills down their spines, sweat drenched them like rain, and they were so tense they didn’t know what to do.
Not long after.
Officer Huang had already carried the fatty into the mountain, surrounded by towering trees, lush and green, contrasting sharply with the desolate outside. Staying here, who would have thought that the situation outside was so terrifyingly dangerous?
At this mont.
Officer Huang slowed his pace, stepping on the ground, the creaking sounds echoed, the sound of twigs snapping loudly in the stillness of the mountain.
Above Officer Huang.
The three were clinging to a tree, looking down in horror, covering their mouths, extrely fearful, as they saw the zombie carrying the fatty.
A terrifying possibility occurred to them.
This zombie was different from others; it saw that the fatty had so at and knew it wouldn’t finish him in one go. So, it turned the fatty into a reserve food supply, carrying him along and nibbling on his flesh when hungry.
In their eyes, it was definitely like that.
Poor fatty.
He was bound for a grim fate, not even a whole body left.
Suddenly.
Officer Huang abruptly raised his head, looking upward.
"Ah..."
The discovered trio scread, clinging tightly to the tree, determined not to let go even in death.
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