I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1415 - 340: He’s Just Too Gentle, I Really Can’t Handle It
Haisong City.
"The eighth city." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Lin Fan looked at the city laid waste by zombies before him, feeling a deep sense of helplessness. The city once was so beautiful, the skyscrapers were awe-inspiring, but now the buildings are tattered and weathered, the walls severely corroded, and even covered in various greenery, constructing a post-apocalyptic desolation right before his eyes.
"Huff huff"
"Huff huff"
The zombies staggered down the street, their low growls unnerving to hear. If any survivor found themselves in this city, the sight around them would certainly frighten them pale, not a single drop of blood left in their face.
"Hey, how are you all doing?"
Standing atop a high building, Lin Fan shouted downwards.
The zombies who heard the voice paused momentarily, then turned towards the source. Upon seeing the human standing on the rooftop, they became enraged, howling and surging towards Lin Fan’s building like mad dogs.
The zombies swarmed in overwhelming numbers.
Lin Fan silently watched; whatever else could be said, the scene was truly shocking.
Slowly, he drew out Frostmourne, the tip of the sword touching the ground, countless threads of blood-red swiftly spreading in all directions—this was Frostmourne’s thirst for blood.
...
Southeast area.
"This base station has been repaired."
The communication soldiers climbed down slowly from the base station, dusting off their hands with a satisfied smile. The sense of fulfillment after fixing one station was almost overflowing, impossible to suppress.
Old Zhong smiled and said, "That was quick."
"Can’t help it, practice makes perfect, they’re all the same, nothing changes," the communication soldier replied.
Indeed, familiarity makes it hard to encounter problems. Where there’s an issue, the cause can usually be quickly identified.
The communication soldiers got into the vehicle.
Old Zhong and the others, as escorts, naturally got in as well.
"This is boring," Zhu Cheng sighed while driving.
"What’s so boring, are you bored because we haven’t encountered any zombies?" Old Zhong glanced at Zhu Cheng, feeling this kid was getting really arrogant. He didn’t seem to remember the painful experiences of being surrounded by zombies in the past. Nowadays, it’s hard to run into zombies, but he finds it boring not seeing any. Once you’ve gone too long without a beating, you forget what a stick feels like.
"Kind of like that," Zhu Cheng said.
Old Zhong shook his head, folded his arms, and looked out the window. But in the post-apocalyptic world, what good was the scenery outside? It was nothing but desolation and more desolation, not a shred of beauty to lift anyone’s spirits.
Suddenly.
Zhu Cheng’s eyes lit up, "Over there, there’s a zombie on that low hill, it’s a Powerful Zombie."
Seeing a zombie in a supposedly cleared area was indeed something to cheer about. Although it was cleaned, who would dare guarantee all zombies had been cleared away? That’s very unrealistic.
Occasionally running into zombies is quite normal.
Sitting bored in the back, Ye Qian perked up upon hearing there were zombies, pointing to the distant low hill, "You mean that low hill?"
"Yes, right there, hiding behind it," Zhu Cheng’s excitement was like a man who hadn’t seen a woman in decades, so thrilled he even got excited over a sow.
Sitting beside Ye Qian, Dong Jia didn’t utter a word, just covered her ears, as if foreseeing what was about to happen.
Then Ye Qian lowered the car window, set up her sniper rifle, gathered her spirit silently, and fired. With a bang, the distant low hill exploded violently, like a small missile had hit it, a small mushroom cloud rising.
Zhu Cheng, who was driving calmly, was so startled he nearly leapt out of his seat, unable to hold the steering wheel steady, swinging it left and right.
"Sis Qian, give us a heads-up before shooting," Zhu Cheng wailed. He just mentioned a zombie over there, and Ye Qian went straight to action, scaring him half to death, almost giving him a heart attack.
"How can you be such a coward, look at how calm Dong Jia is," Ye Qian said casually.
"Sis Qian, Sis Jia has foresight, when you were about to fire, she already knew..." Zhu Cheng blinked, speaking pitifully, glancing at Old Zhong beside him, who seemed calm but whose twitching eyelid suggested he was also frightened.
"Hmm, makes sense," Ye Qian agreed with Zhu Cheng’s words but had nothing else to add.
Zhu Cheng looked at the blown-up low hill, blinking with amazement. Nowadays, Ye Qian was fiercely formidable. Her former power was impressive, but her shots with Spirit Bullets were within normal limits.
But now, her Spirit Bullets were terrifying, like missiles, with a bang they could blow up a small hill, anyone witnessing it would be compelled to say, truly impressive.
Soon after.
The vehicle arrived at the next base station.
As the communication soldiers disembarked, their eyes fell on Ye Qian. Observing closely, one could see their gaze held a hint of complaint.
As if to say... "Big Sis, you really scared us just now."
During the time spent repairing base stations, they all knew each other well, and were perfectly aware of Old Zhong’s group’s abilities. Such a long-distance disturbance, who else but Ye Qian could cause it?
"Sis, look at their eyes, they got scared silly," Zhu Cheng whispered softly on the side.
