The crowd, upon hearing this, sank into utter despair.
Especially the few survivors standing on the roof of the car, who had witnessed the terrifying zombies appear with their own eyes. A sense of helplessness surged within them, uncertain of what to do next.
Getting out of the car now would be a death sentence.
"Big Head, what do we do now? Continuing like this, death is the only path left," one of the survivors said.
Jiang Er remained silent, not knowing what to do.
He observed the situation around them.
The school bus had been surrounded by zombies.
Even if he was willing to sacrifice himself by jumping off the bus and drawing the zombies away, thereby giving them a chance to live, it would be futile.
There were too many zombies around.
Jumping down would an death.
Even if he really could break through the encirclent, given the speed of the zombies, how could humans possibly outrun them?
To him, the zombies seed like perpetual motion machines.
They never knew exhaustion.
Various situations had already made it clear; there was no chance.
At this mont, as the Tyrant drew closer, Jiang Er was in despair, "Everyone, I think our days of fleeing have co to an end, we are probably all going to die here."
There really was no way out.
Everyone looked at each other.
They had all tried so hard to stay alive.
But the reality was... no matter how hard they tried to live, the end result was the sa.
Just like castaways on a desolate island, they stared out at the endless sea, seeing no hope at all.
A survivor, clutching his head, burst into tears, "I really don’t want to die, soone please save us."
Others let out a sigh, showing a face of relief.
"I was supposed to die a long ti ago. Being able to live until now, when carefully considered, I’m already ahead."
"My family died on the first day, I think it’s ti for to join them."
So murmured to themselves, displaying a calmness that spoke of their resignation to despair, ready to face death when it ca.
Others comforted those crying and panicking, because after so long together, they had ford close bonds. So they thought of comforting their companions, maintaining a positive mindset even in the face of death.
"Big Head, I want to give it a try. If I run out now, maybe I can divert the zombies. Staying here is a dead-end, but if we can break out, at least so of us might survive," one scrawny, yellow-haired volunteer said, ready to charge.
Those on the roof looked at Yellow Hair.
Yellow Hair used to work in a KTV, handing out towels when the bosses ca to sing. He carried a small tray, with steaming towels, earning a few minutes of work and 200 yuan per private room.
Just handling towels for two rooms a day made him quite happy.
Sotis when wealthy ladies ca to sing, he would set aside the towels and, dressed like a male model, line up in the rooms, letting the rich ladies pick.
He always believed that the uglier the rich woman, the more she needed warmth. Thus, he was quite popular among the rich ladies who were both old and unattractive.
On twenty days a month, he was patronized by these won.
Each ti he hugged a rich lady who weighed two or three hundred pounds, he hugged with genuine warmth, using his warmth to affect them.
In his eyes, what he embraced was not people, but his love for the job.
Just then,
A dull sound ca.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"Look, what is that?"
Suddenly, a survivor exclaid in shock.
Everyone turned their gaze in that direction.
They saw a black figure erging not far away, its black silhouette shimring with a tallic luster under the sunlight.
In their eyes, that figure was imnsely fierce.
Grabbing a zombie by both hands and violently tearing it apart with a squish, it split the whole zombie into two halves.
At the sa ti, a slap landed, and the head of a ferocious zombie was instantly burst.
"Who is he, how can he be so powerful?"
"Could we be saved, is he here to rescue us?"
"The zombies that pushed us to the brink of extinction were so easily annihilated by him."
Having been in despair just monts ago, they suddenly sensed hope anew.
Jiang Er looked at that figure.
Watching intently.
He didn’t know who it was, but its appearance in their most perilous mont ant hope to Jiang Er.
He watched as the mysterious War Armor survivor, unstoppable, burst any zombie in his path with terrifying thods.
Officer Huang had changed; he was no longer the person he used to be.
Common zombies in front of Officer Huang were like chicks, casually handled, able to scatter the devastating horde of zombies in a blink.
At that mont,
The Tyrant also noticed Officer Huang clad in War Armor.
For the Tyrant, its dignity could not tolerate challenge.
Ignoring the school bus, it moved towards Officer Huang.
Gradually,
The number of standing common zombies had dwindled, and Officer Huang, without thinking, burst the last zombie in his way and charged at the Tyrant.
The Tyrant swung its at cleaver, fiercely aiming at Officer Huang rushing towards it.
Officer Huang, fast as lightning, ignored the incoming cleaver. With a bang, he tackled the Tyrant to the ground, raising his tal-covered palm high and smashing it down hard.
With a squish,
The Tyrant’s face instantly burst open.
Thick blood sprayed everywhere.
Officer Huang picked up the crystal from the Tyrant’s head, turned his back on the school bus, pulled down his visor, and swallowed the crystal.
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