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Kill!
The killing intent surged like a rainbow.
In battle, slaughter was the name of the game. When dealing with First-Level Zombies, Zheng Yifan didn’t need to be cautious; the Avatars of the Believers needed even less care—fighting was all that mattered.
“Kill!” A roar filled with rage echoed. Before them lay an endless horde of Zombies.
“Look! There’s someone on the Overpass! No, not just one, but a group of people are slaughtering Zombies.” The Survivors searching for Essence Fruits beneath the Overpass gasped in excitement, their frenzy palpable.
They finally saw people daring to charge outside the city. As long as the first group broke through, all shackles would fall away, and they might find your army out there. United, they could eliminate all the Zombies.
“Impossible! How many strong individuals have tried to break through in the past two years? Yet no one has succeeded. I don’t believe ordinary people can do it,” the leader among the Survivors quickly dismissed their hopes.
“Let’s focus on finding Essence Fruits. If we find something, we can trade it for food. Who knows when this crazy lottery will end?” The leader urged his subordinates to search for Essence Fruits without delay.
Those fruits were currently valued at a price that seemed to be plummeting, potentially turning into worthless trash at any moment.
They had to acquire Essence Fruits as quickly as possible and then sell them just as fast.
They had a dedicated bicycle team responsible for transporting Essence Fruits. All searchers would receive a percentage of food in return. Another percentage would go to the organizers, who also guaranteed the safety of all searchers.
This way, they could secure an additional percentage of food. The population now was not as undervalued as before.
They could no longer be treated as mere pawns; what they possessed was the convenience of transportation, allowing them to complete transactions swiftly with their transport tools. It was a win-win situation—those Survivors could have more time to uncover more Essence Fruits while also reaping substantial profits.
During the tedious search process, they could occasionally glance back at the figures on the Overpass.
In the center of the Overpass, Zheng Yifan had gradually ceased his own attacks. The more than a hundred Avatars of the Believers advanced in formation, fighting according to the tactics and combat methods passed down by Zheng Yifan. There was no doubt they could take down each Zombie one by one.
“Leader! Can we let our Brothers have some fun too? Our scientific Brothers haven’t had a chance to fire a gun yet. Give us an opportunity!” Ten Thousand Steps called out from behind, unwilling to be left out.
A dozen scientists were clamoring for justice, adding fuel to the fire.
They had never actually handled a real gun. Every man harbored a dream of firearms; there was always a weapon they favored, a burning passion deep within them, even though they had already acquired their own Superpowers. Yet, without exception, their Superpowers were mostly supportive in nature.
This realization began to invigorate Zheng Yifan's thoughts. The Post-Apocalypse was undoubtedly going to influence the Superpower Awakening abilities after the end of the world.
Their Superpowers were entirely related to their Research. Perhaps it was the long years of scientific inquiry that infused their will for Research into every cell of their bodies. Even death could not erase that instinct.
Now, evolving into Superpowered Individuals only amplified this instinct, fully activating it during the process of evolution.
At present, they possessed no offensive capabilities; the only lethal force lay in the Submachine Guns prepared for them by Ten Thousand Steps.
Several hundred Submachine Guns had been left by Ten Thousand Steps at the Telecom Building Gathering Place for Xu Jie to defend the Telecom Building.
What they held in their hands were enhanced versions—far more lethal than ordinary Submachine Guns.
"Yeah! The leader let us brothers fire a few shots. In this Post-Apocalypse, if we don't get a chance to shoot, then what's the point of living through the end times without ever having fired a gun?" With Ten Thousand Steps' encouragement, everyone began to feel excited. They were just scientists in this Post-Apocalypse; they had money! But playing with guns felt like crossing a line. They could still have fun at shooting ranges abroad, but many of them had never had that opportunity domestically.
They yearned to handle guns like real men.
"There will be two intersections ahead. I’ll hold off one group of Zombies at one intersection; you all can practice on the Zombies at the other." Zheng Yifan added with concern.
"Everyone must not run around recklessly. If you die here, I’ll chase you down to hell and make you repay me with your Essence Fruit!"
Though it was a fierce statement, a warm current surged through everyone, stirring excitement within them. Yes, although they were Zheng Yifan's subordinates, he had no obligation to provide them with Essence Fruit. That was an investment from their leader.
If they died, they would hold no value anymore.
"Don’t worry; we’ve been hanging on for two years now. We’re not fools—everyone knows good days are just around the corner! Are we really going to seek our own demise? That’s just plain stupid!" The dozen scientists released their wild thoughts completely, eager to finally let loose and enjoy firing their weapons.
"Once everything is ready, we can go. Don't be nervous; these are just the simplest First-Level Zombies. Is there really any challenge in Ancheng?" Zheng Yifan laughed heartily, facing the Zombies as if dealing with neighborhood kids.
The outcome of the battle was already visible, with no chance of any surprises.
Dealing with the lowest-level Zombies posed no difficulty.
They slowly advanced, and within just a few minutes, they reached a fork in the road. Zheng Yifan continued forward toward the suburbs, heading out of the city. Following the Overpass led them toward the mountains; from that mountaintop, heading south would take them to the highway leading to the next city.
A dozen scientists, led by the reserved Fellow known as Ten Thousand Steps, raised their guns and played a target shooting game. The Zombies struggled to navigate through the numerous cars, barely managing to pass before being taken down by their Submachine Guns.
Zheng Yifan pushed ahead on the road with ease; now he was merely clearing the path behind him.
They couldn't just leave those old cars piled up on the bridge. Taking advantage of the others' distraction while shooting, Zheng Yifan moved among the Zombies, collecting car after car into his Storage Space. At this point, he didn’t care whether they were good or junk; he gathered them all, thinking they might add some mid-range models for car manufacturers later on.
Naturally, he couldn't bring back any Zombies; the Time-Space Barrier had a strong Rejection force against them. Unfortunately, that required consuming Zheng Yifan's Vital Energy. Typically, he would actively shoot and kill any trapped Zombies inside before continuing to store them in his Storage Space.
It felt like an endless expanse of space; he opened his eyes without a hint of psychological pressure.
The raging battle ahead had nothing to do with Zheng Yifan because he knew that the aim of these Scientists was truly concerning. With thousands of Zombies around, if they had a dozen elite soldiers using such powerful Firearms, dealing with those thousands would be a piece of cake.
Unfortunately, they were not elite warriors; their shooting skills were so poor that even heroes from the War of Resistance would have scolded them mercilessly.
Back in those days, each soldier had only a few rounds to take down an enemy charge. What about these guys? Each person had thousands of rounds at their disposal, plus Zheng Yifan acting as a moving ammunition depot. Everyone set their Machine Guns on top of cars and unleashed a barrage at the Zombies without a care in the world.
Zheng Yifan watched as several people actually held down their triggers while aiming at the Zombies, closing their eyes and firing wildly.
"Ten Thousand Steps! Teach them how to shoot! If they can't learn, there will be no dinner tonight!" Zheng Yifan shouted angrily.
Ten Thousand Steps was having too much fun popping heads to pay any attention to these fellows who were worse than rookies.
Facing the Zombies, they had never truly resisted head-on; otherwise, it would have been impossible to find so few people in the entire Telecom Building Gathering Place. Most of the Scientists had already died during the apocalypse or in the initial wave; they belonged to the weakest segment of humanity.
Those Scientists, comparable to National Treasures, shivered at Zheng Yifan's words, feeling as if a devil had brushed past them, caressing their necks. A chilling sensation gripped their hearts.
"Damn! No way! I can't even shoot properly myself, and I'm supposed to teach them?" Ten Thousand Steps exclaimed, jumping up with a flushed face.
"Just follow the actions you see in those TV dramas. There's always one person shooting wildly without hitting anything. Don't let your stomach go empty!" Zheng Yifan jabbed at his soft spot.
Ten Thousand Steps could handle anything on a normal day, but when it came to him, skipping a meal would instantly deflate him.
"Prices have gone up again!" Wan Bosheng muttered nervously while glancing at Zheng Yifan. When he saw Zheng Yifan turn back to continue slaughtering Zombies, he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Open your eyes wide and don't fool me! After eating the Essence Fruit, even if you're blind, you should be able to aim properly. Focus and don’t shoot randomly! Especially you, Zeng Xian! You've wasted all your bullets! And you, Bandit, look where your bullets are going! You're almost hitting me!" Ten Thousand Steps shouted loudly.
However, in such a short time, Zheng Yifan had already cleared all the Zombies and even collected all the Zombie Crystal s from the Avatar of the Believers. Those were hard currency in the Apocalyptic World, at least in Hope Gathering Place. Further south lay a vast Factory Area, which was not true heavy industry; most were watch processing factories. The Golden Phoenix Watch was quite famous throughout Huaguo. Among the luxury items Han Rui prepared for Zheng Yifan was one of those Golden Phoenix Watches.
Crafted with high-end sophistication, it was a globally renowned luxury item. (To be continued...)
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