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Zheng Yifan easily dealt with the French thugs. Looking at the surprised faces around him, he felt a calmness within. These people were truly pitiful; even in such a time when death loomed nearby, they remained oblivious, knowing nothing at all.
He shook his head helplessly at them. They had lost their faith and their souls, resembling a group of walking corpses, unable to see the light. Only when the Zombies roared and crawled close would they be shocked to realize how near death was.
"What are you panicking for? Get yourselves together! This is just an apocalypse; it’s not a guaranteed death sentence. The apocalypse is like an elimination round—those who can adapt will survive, while those who cannot will inevitably perish. It hasn’t been long since this began, yet you’ve already given up hope for survival. How will you live on from here?" Zheng Yifan said with a stern look, turning away as he walked into the distance.
He had no obligation to awaken them; he merely offered a few words out of consideration for his fellow humans.
Now, he needed to leave and see what those people intended to do.
However, just as he was about to depart, commotion erupted outside. A large group of armed soldiers rushed in to restore order among the crowd—one faction comprised of White individuals, another of Black individuals, and yet another of Asians. Once they were completely separated, they began distributing tasks.
Zheng Yifan naturally found himself among the Asian group. Their vehicles were minimal, mostly consisting of motorcycles and a few construction vehicles that seemed to offer significant assistance.
But Zheng Yifan knew they were part of the Suicide Squad, positioned at the front lines against the Zombies. If they charged out, others would follow the bloody path they carved. If they failed to break through, they would likely be abandoned.
In such a crowd, Zheng Yifan could not escape the fate of being cannon fodder. Yet he understood that this was just the beginning; hoping for a large force to push through to the outskirts of the city was nothing but a pipe dream. Without powerful Thermal Power, it was impossible. At the onset of the apocalypse, it might have been feasible because there were still many people around and Zombies were scattered. Now, however, Zombies had begun to gather together, hunting humans relentlessly. Humans were like food—more like sardines; if they separated and fled slowly, there might be a chance to escape. But charging recklessly as they did now made it impossible to break free. As the number of Zombies increased, their terrifying effect grew stronger; they were unaffected by ordinary attacks.
"Charge! Yellow-skinned Monkeys! Let’s go! Anyone who dares turn back will face bullets!" A loud roar accompanied by frenzied shouts came from a man on one of the buses—a White man who was one of the leaders of the entire group and a former member of the Paris Mafia.
They wielded firearms and led this team.
Those with police guns had already retreated. Among those remaining, some possessed weapons, but most were just ordinary civilians.
The crowd, driven by a herd mentality, began to move forward slowly, with no sense of order, just a continuous advance along a single path. As they progressed, Zombies would constantly emerge from the surroundings, and it was only at this moment that panic set in. They realized what kind of society they were now living in; those who had been hiding at home were lured out by beautiful figures, only to be rescued for the purpose of becoming cannon fodder.
Zheng Yifan pushed through the throng, determined to understand what these people were trying to do and whether they intended to retreat. They needed to break into smaller groups to escape. Their actions were clearly abnormal; thousands of people moving together would attract even more Zombies. If they were bait, perhaps others could still escape due to their advance. However, using so many as bait meant that even those monitoring the situation would ultimately be unable to flee.
When the Zombies began to encircle them, they wouldn’t care what the post-apocalypse was about; they would simply devour you or turn you into one of them.
"The Zombie Army is coming! Charge forward! Anyone who dares to look back will be killed on the spot!" The crowd moved forward in a daze, slowly losing all sense of direction.
They resembled headless flies, advancing relentlessly against the tide of Zombies. With no weapons at hand, they were left with nothing but their flesh and blood. Even if they wanted to fight back against the Zombies, there was no opportunity; they could only struggle with their bare bodies.
But soon enough, they were dragged down by the Zombies.
The battle had not even begun before it ended; everyone was in despair. Many tried to retreat, but those behind them pushed them forward like swarming flies, leaving no way out.
This was their true reality. Zheng Yifan stood amidst the crowd of Zombies but had yet to make a move. He watched as people were continuously slaughtered by the undead and seemed to understand their purpose.
They were meant to attract the Zombies; the scent of blood would draw them in. However, an overwhelming amount of blood would send the Zombies into a frenzy, causing even those several kilometers away to converge on the scene.
More people began advancing from another street as if they were escaping, rushing forward.
The Zombies did not pursue them; instead, they indulged in their feast of human flesh and continued their relentless advance. The Survivors pressed on without end.
Those behind were mostly abandoned. A few Construction Vehicles appeared to have been left behind from the start; these cumbersome machines lacked agility when moving and were intended for resisting Zombies. The Construction Vehicles led the charge at the front, crashing through the ranks of the undead.
This did not give them any hope for survival; instead, it hastened their deaths. The fallen Zombies were quickly replaced by others. The Zombies climbed onto the vehicles, pulling out the people inside to devour them.
Only the person on a tow truck had a chance of surviving, but he was in a dire situation. Suspended in mid-air, he couldn't come down; the Zombies wouldn't climb ladders. They could only roar below, staring at their food above, forever unable to reach it.
Zheng Yifan did not engage in slaughter among the crowd. Killing tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Zombies would be a mere gesture for him. But why should he save them? If it was out of pity, then that pity was worthless. What Zheng Yifan needed was to understand what these people truly wanted and to find his own power base as much as possible.
Or perhaps locate Ladidia and their current position.
With the protection of the Apocalypse Security Company, they would be safe. However, this unexpected incident had derailed many of Zheng Yifan's plans. He needed to rearrange a lot of things. (To be continued.)
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