The desolate streets.
Because of Lin Fan’s presence, it felt a bit different than before, and upon closer perception, it was the light of righteousness.
"Doing good deeds really makes one feel satisfied."
Lin Fan smiled.
He knew that in this apocalypse, many people had undergone drastic changes; they had beco terrifying, but no matter how scary they beca, he was fearless.
When facing evil, only by confronting it bravely could one overco it, even if it ant getting hurt, he had no regrets or complaints.
He was willing to beco the bane of evil.
Let evil know that if you harm others, you will definitely be severely punished by the law.
The traffic light, red.
Waiting quietly.
The green light was on, leaving with a light step.
Passing a cake shop.
He looked at the curtained second floor and truly felt that soone was there. As he passed by, he felt soone watching him from afar, but he didn’t make a sound or startle them.
In the apocalypse, everyone’s emotions were very tense; he could understand the other person’s feelings at that ti, thinking they might harm each other.
Just like when the apocalypse first erupted, he stood upstairs and watched the behavior of the crowd below. Even the closest friends beca tools for survival at that mont.
Sniffing his nose, he could sll the fragrance of the cake.
Well, it seems the other party doesn’t have to worry about food and drink; they should be fine.
Su Xiaoxiao secretly pulled back a corner of the curtain and discovered that the other party had disappeared again, and she felt very anxious inside.
"Why can he walk openly on the street without anything happening to him, and where did those zombies that ran here when they heard smashing things go?"
She fell into deep self-doubt.
Impossible, and unscientific.
Even so, she didn’t care to just try anything; staying alive was the best thing. Now, staying in the cake shop, she had food and drink and wasn’t starving.
The outside society was too dangerous.
She wished so much for a group of well-trained soldiers, holding various weapons, sweeping through the streets, clearing out those terrifying zombies, rescuing her from the inferno; perhaps such a scene could only appear in fantasy.
Suddenly.
Pulling open the curtain, Su Xiaoxiao who was looking outside through the window suddenly saw a head appear outside the window.
"Ah..."
Su Xiaoxiao was so frightened that she almost scread, hurriedly covering her mouth, like a frightened kitten, frantically searching for sothing inside.
She picked up a glass bottle, but it didn’t seem enough.
She continued searching, picked up a chair, but that still wasn’t adequate.
Continuing her search, she finally found a fruit knife, gripping the handle nervously, facing Lin Fan outside the window as if to say, if you dare co in and try, even if I can’t stab you, I can stab myself, preventing you from having a warm body to enjoy.
Seeing such a situation, Lin Fan felt like there might be sothing wrong with her.
Smiling.
Waving his hand.
He disappeared from the window front, dropped to the ground, and walked toward the community.
He felt this survivor must have been scared silly by the apocalypse; he didn’t want to scare her further, regardless, he needed to give her enough ti to adjust.
Well... he decided.
Every day, he would co to her window, smile at her once, using kindness to influence her, letting her know he ant no harm, and there was no need to be so afraid.
Su Xiaoxiao quietly looked into the distance, seeing that silhouette walk further and further away, gradually disappearing at the end of the road.
"I’ve been found."
"What should I do, I definitely can’t run away, he will surely alert other survivors, I absolutely can’t let them catch ."
Thinking this.
She hurriedly opened her laptop, which had many apocalypse-thed novels downloaded on it; they were mostly about strong female leads. Before, when she read them, she just thought such situations were impossible.
But now...
She opened a novel about a strong female lead in the apocalypse "Post-Apocalyptic Nirvana," in which the heroine was reborn with foresight, well-prepared, and calmly faced the situations after the apocalypse.
According to the plot, the protagonist is stunningly beautiful, attracting many n’s prying eyes. She rescues many tortured won, forms a team, and teaches them how to survive in the apocalypse, how to live.
The story is thrilling, filled with action from beginning to end, not just killing zombies, but also n, until the world was left with no zombies and no n, only won.
Therefore, she, who only knew how to bake cakes, crazily learned survival skills from these novels, and knew what to do when n spied on her.
One theory was to sar zombie blood on one’s face, which might help avoid zombie detection. However, this thod was only described in novels, and its authenticity was dubious; she dared not try it recklessly.
...
Xianshui Garden.
A blood-stained SUV rapidly appeared and stopped in front of a villa. After a mont, the iron gate opened, and the vehicle drove inside.
In the hall.
"Big Brother, there’s been an incident."
The driver ran in anxiously. He had to appear more frantic, as Big Brother was already quite pathological, vaguely desiring to beco a kind of ancient emperor, dominating and ruling as a warlord over a region.
The indoor enforcers were puzzled. Five people had gone out; why had only he returned?
Upon slight reflection.
Could there have been an incident?
They were quite fearful of that group of zombies. Honestly, facing a healthy zombie head-on, even they wouldn’t dare say they could escape unscathed.
When that group of zombies saw blood and flesh, they often sprinted, running at high speeds, completely ignoring any weapons. The impact when they collided was truly terrifying.
"What happened?" A bulky man authoritatively sat on a leather sofa, a scar across his face enhancing his domineering aura, exerting a strong oppressive sensation.
Regarding how he got that scar, the story was quite legendary.
During a turf dispute, two "big brother" level figures were negotiating.
He directly handed out two knives, gave the other party one, and declared, "Let’s chop each other, no dodging allowed. Whover survives, gets the turf."
Just as he swung his knife, the other party flinched in fear, because the knife was aid at his neck. He, however, didn’t flinch at all, not even blinking, causing the other party to retreat and strike his face instead.
Since then, his reputation soared in Huang City.
He was known as: Mad Wolf Wang Dafu.
"Big Brother, we reached the police station but unexpectedly encountered another team of survivors. They were hiding and stealthily watching our moves. Just as we found firearms inside the police station, those guys lured zombies..."
"I told them to get in the car quickly, but there were too many zombies, blocking their way. In the end, I had to drive away."
The driver hastily spoke, obviously not admitting that it was just one person on the opposing side, making us look like fools while they considered us weaklings.
I was so scared that I didn’t wait for them to get on; seeing the zombie horde, I just floored the gas pedal. Forget about teammates; running away to save my life was the most important thing.
Wang Dafu squinted, his gaze fixed on him.
The driver, feeling nervous under Big Brother’s wolf-like gaze, knew it was truly terrifying. He had seen Big Brother break dozens of bricks with his bare hands and even splinter rocks with a single slap. That was real skill.
"Then why didn’t you die there?" Wang Dafu’s voice was very deep. He wasn’t angry about his subordinate’s death; he cared more about the firearms. As long as he had those, he could maintain absolute deterrence.
Despite his success in Huang City, he had always avoided firearms, too dangerous. Once targeted by the governnt, no matter who was backing him, he’d have to kneel down.
"Big Brother, I still want to drive for you," the driver pleaded pitifully.
Whirl!
Wang Dafu stood up without a word. Other teams in Huang City also aid to acquire firearms from the police station, indicating they were capable and ruthless. If they got the guns, his side would lose its advantage.
The apocalypse hadn’t been happening for long.
His constant thought was to clean up the entire villa area, using it as a base to build a survival base and expand outward from there.
Yet those zombies were sowhat terrifying.
And they hadn’t been easily dealt with.
"You damn fool, you cost four great generals, and you’re the only trash that returned," he snapped.
Then he waved his hand.
The surrounding enforcers knew what that ant, and they approached the driver; they understood that Big Brother ant to beat him up severely. If he could survive, that was skill; if he couldn’t, it was bad luck.
The driver breathed a sigh of relief.
Good, good.
He was used to being beaten and could take a beating; he was sure he could endure.
It seems that Big Brother believed the story he just made up, knowing he had no choice but to run back. If it were said that just one person caused the mission to fail, wouldn’t he have skinned him alive?
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