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"Now we have two paths before us. The first is to cross the desert behind us, but of course, we need to gather a sufficient amount of fresh water before setting out. The second option is to continue with our mission. Although, at this moment, both yesterday's attack and the recent vehicle breakdown were more frightening than dangerous, the ultimate risk could exceed our expectations." After organizing their belongings, Yang Xiaoyou laid out the problem before the others, allowing them to choose.
Of course, there was also the option to send one person on foot to request support while the others stayed behind to investigate. However, this seemingly comprehensive approach could easily lead to a repeat of yesterday's situation; no one could guarantee that the person sent out wouldn't be ambushed along the way.
Yang Xiaoyou could manage this on her own, but leaving Lucas and Shadow of Death here to confront Mossad and Black September posed significant risks based on the enemy's demonstrated strength yesterday.
Well, if something happened to Shadow of Death, it would be a case of one body with two lives lost. Cough.
After briefly outlining the pros and cons and clarifying the current situation, they ultimately decided to stay and continue their mission. Afifah firmly believed that the 'Doctor' and 'Assistant' must have discovered something amiss and hidden away since there were no signs of a struggle or bodies.
As for the issue of communication failure, interference was possible. It was normal for their area to have localized signal jamming. Since their current position still had working walkie-talkies, they could try contacting someone periodically and hope for the best. Although the tires were destroyed, the vehicle's wiring was intact, and its coverage area was large enough.
However, regarding this point, the three members of Hive Security Company did not oppose it but seemed somewhat indifferent. If the enemy truly cared about this aspect, they likely would have destroyed everything from the start.
Even if those two were currently lying low, the chances of establishing contact through this method were slim.
"First, let's find some nearby residents to understand the situation. Also, where has that Shop Owner gone? He should be a crucial lead regardless of the reason. While searching for him, it's best if we stick together. One of us must stay close to you with this Golden Retriever," Lucas said as they stepped out of the tavern, shielding his eyes from the sun.
From yesterday's ambush to today's vehicle breakdown, he had already recognized the seriousness of their predicament.
As for that tavern Boss... well, the entire place was empty. The food and fresh water they specifically sought were nowhere to be found; there was definitely something wrong here.
Crossing a desert on foot was essential; some people were not keen on them leaving.
Having saved a satellite map of the town before departing, Yang Xiaoyou had a good grasp of its layout in her mind.
However, most areas in town were occupied by various Farms, and there was only one main road; familiarity with the terrain didn't make much difference.
After a slight twitch of his ear, Lucas spoke again, "This way."
Under his guidance, the group crossed a short, shallow fence on the Beside Farm and headed towards a warehouse. As they approached, they could hear the occasional sound of metal scraping against the ground, as if someone was shoveling something.
The weathered door of the warehouse looked as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind, swaying precariously on its hinges. Upon entering the dilapidated building, they saw an old farmer with a grizzled beard and a weathered face that suggested he was in his early fifties. He was using a pitchfork to toss piles of straw that had been stacked together.
It seemed he heard the commotion at the entrance. After shoveling out one last bundle, he paused and turned to look in their direction.
With a heavy thrust, he jabbed the pitchfork into the ground, sending sparks flying. His bloodshot eyes glared at them as he rasped in a hoarse voice, "This place doesn't welcome outsiders! Who allowed you to come in? Get out!"
His filthy clothes, unkempt beard, and haggard features combined with his bloodshot eyes gave him a somewhat ferocious appearance, making his words even more intimidating.
"Hi! Hi! Sir, it's not that we want to leave; it's just that our car has broken down," Lucas said, raising his hands as if to show he meant no harm. He stepped forward and pointed towards where they had parked.
However, just as he turned to gesture, the old farmer suddenly swung the pitchfork at Lucas's head.
The sharp whistle of the rusted steel fork slicing through the air made it clear how powerful it was. The speed of his swing was astonishing, as if the pitchfork weighed nothing at all.
Just before the steel fork struck Lucas, despite him pointing towards the car, it was as if his instincts kicked in. He ducked just in time, allowing the pitchfork to graze past his scalp and snag a few strands of hair.
At that moment, someone charged in close and landed a punch squarely on the old farmer's chin, sending him airborne.
Yet even after such a heavy blow, the old farmer managed to get back up from the ground without losing consciousness.
This left Lucas quite astonished.
Although he had held back a bit, his hatred for the opponent's ruthlessness fueled his belief that even if he couldn't deliver a fatal blow, he would at least shatter the man's jaw with his attack.
A normal person, let alone a man in his fifties like the Old Farmer, would have been knocked out cold, even those robust Muay Thai fighters.
Moreover, the Steel Fork that the opponent had just wielded demonstrated speed and strength far beyond that of an ordinary person.
Seeing the man attempting to rise again, Lucas's expression darkened. He lifted the fork and pierced through the man's arm, pinning him to the ground.
Blood immediately gushed out.
"Damn it! What is this thing? Even in this state, he's still struggling like a corpse? But his blood is clearly not thick, and how does he possess such incredible resilience like a bull?"
Watching the hot blood flow out, Lucas's face grew grim.
At that moment, the severely injured Old Farmer surprisingly used his other intact hand to grasp the Steel Fork in an attempt to pull it out while frantically cursing like a madman.
However, the other end of the Steel Fork was firmly held by Lucas, showing no signs of trembling despite the man's resistance.
Instead, his struggles only tore the wound open further, making it more grotesque. The Old Farmer seemed utterly unconcerned about all of this; he just wanted to break free.
Meanwhile, several others who had arrived at the scene also had their own thoughts flash through their minds upon witnessing this situation.
Afifah's eyes clearly reflected a hint of fear. Although she had seen dead bodies and injured people before and even killed herself, this was her first encounter with such a scene as a rookie agent.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyou had crouched down, using two fingers to pry open the other person's eyelids, carefully observing the depths of their eyes. Then, he forcefully pulled down the already shattered jaw, making the person open their mouth. He endured a wave of foul odor as he examined their throat.
After releasing his grip, a look of contemplation and gloom flashed across his face.
Just then, a cacophony of chaotic sounds erupted around the farm. One by one, several figures dressed similarly to the Old Farmer emerged from the dilapidated farm's openings, both men and women.
Some held pitchforks, while others wielded various farming tools, and there were quite a few brandishing kitchen knives.
This made Shadow of Death, who had initially drawn his gun, hesitate and put it away. The .50 caliber pistol was powerful, but its drawbacks included recoil and limited ammunition.
If all these figures rushed at them and he used his gun, even if he could handle the immediate threat, he might find himself in dire straits later on when he needed to use it again.
Meanwhile, the Arab Sister took out her trusty pistol and fired a few warning shots into the air before sternly shouting for them to stop.
However, it was evident that these townsfolk, whose eyes were filled with a murderous and brutal aura, paid no heed to the gunfire. They continued to close in on the group at an increasingly rapid pace.
Recalling the strength and speed of the Old Farmer from earlier, along with the vitality displayed now, Lucas's expression changed slightly. He decisively thrust a steel fork through the Old Farmer's skull and shouted loudly, "They are a problem! Fall back!"
What was most chilling was that despite having pierced through the person's head, the immobilized Old Farmer on the ground was still thrashing violently as if trying to grasp at those nearby, sending shivers down their spines.
After a grueling struggle against the zombies while finishing this chapter, the war had ended and peace had returned to the world.
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