A black, cool motorcycle was driving on the road.
On the cool motorcycle sat a young man dressed in white casual wear.
Clang clang~
The trunk of the motorcycle made a clanging noise.
Upon closer inspection, the trunk was broken, the lock deford, as if it had been forcefully pulled open by soone.
This was the handiwork of Leng Yebai, to get milk powder for Bai Yifan.
Zhang Yiming’s expression was cold, the handle of the motorcycle twisted to the limit, the motorcycle speeding down the road like an arrow from the string.
Zombies wandering aimlessly on the road scampered to the side in panic as the motorcycle approached, huddling in fear, and only resud their aimless wandering after the motorcycle passed by.
The black, cool motorcycle stopped beside the deserted computer store.
The crowded computer store of the past was now empty, with only the occasional wandering zombie drawn in by the noise.
However, sensing Zhang Yiming’s presence, they detoured around and kept their distance.
Their animal instincts told them Zhang Yiming was a very dangerous presence.
Zhang Yiming parked the motorcycle at the entrance, strolling inside with his long legs.
Inside the computer store, black blood was everywhere, so laptops strewn across the floor, the black and red blood mixed together, shockingly conspicuous.
The traces of bullet holes could be seen occasionally.
This place had been swept by the Fire Phoenix Safety Base’s superpower user team.
Computers were not valuable in the post-apocalyptic world; without the internet, they were just oversized phones.
After clearing this place, the Fire Phoenix Safety Base took so chips and important mainfra components, as well as a number of computers.
However, with so many computers in the store, the people from the Fire Phoenix Safety Base didn’t take them all, leaving quite a few behind.
Zhang Yiming stood in the center of the computer store, standing still and slowly closed his eyes.
A powerful brainwave spread out.
"Roar—"
A zombie growl ca from a corner.
Zhang Yiming opened his eyes and walked toward the direction of the roar.
The deeper he walked, the more black blood and bullet holes he encountered.
This showed that the base’s advancent along this route was relatively slow, the battle fierce.
Finally, he stopped before a black door.
This was originally a white wooden door, now splattered with black blood, turning it into a pitch-black door.
A putrid sll perated the air, with so visible floating black particles.
An ordinary person arriving here, seeing black blood everywhere, would certainly not venture further inside.
Fiery flas seeped from Zhang Yiming’s fingertips, igniting the door, the dry wood instantly ablaze, crackling as it burned.
Inside the door, a zombie growled softly.
After the flas started burning, it stopped growling and stood dumbly at a distance from the flas.
Clink, clink.
The sound of chains resonated inside.
Bam—
The burning door beca less sturdy, kicked open by Zhang Yiming.
In the small room, stood a young zombie in a black jacket, blankly by the window, trembling uncontrollably at Zhang Yiming’s appearance.
This was a young zombie, even with rotting flesh on its face, its delicate brows were faintly visible.
Its limbs were firmly restrained by chains, its movents limited to less than four square ters.
In the small room, various bones were piled ssily on the ground, the red blood glaringly conspicuous.
Every bone bore marks of being cut by a knife.
People bitten by zombies would transform into bloodthirsty monsters within minutes.
Yet, regardless of how bloodthirsty they were, zombies wouldn’t devour other zombies.
Thus, those who fed zombies human flesh chopped the "bait" into pieces of at, no matter how the zombie devoured it, it wouldn’t turn them into more zombies.
In the corner of the small room was a heavy kitchen knife, its blade blood-red, covered in dried blood.
Under the trapped zombie’s feet lay an extrely pure superpower crystal core.
This was specifically for the zombie to absorb the crystal core.
Sadly, it hadn’t awakened its consciousness, only having the bloodthirsty instinct.
The crystal core at its feet was immaculate, showing no signs of absorption.
Zhang Yiming squinted slightly, the invisible brainwave forcefully pierced into the head of the zombie in the black jacket.
Successfully seeing Captain Zhu feeding it human at.
Zhang Yiming scanned the room, noticing the glowing red surveillance cara in the farthest corner.
Zhang Yiming’s lips curled dangerously, his voice icy, "This little brother, I’ll take him, Captain Zhu."
Then, Zhang Yiming used the knife he picked up from the ground to sever the zombie’s chains and turned to leave.
The Xiao Song Zombie’s dull face was dim, following Zhang Yiming from afar.
The black, cool motorcycle roared back on the road, only at a slower pace returning.
A young zombie with a slightly delicate face was following behind the motorcycle, its stiff limbs jerkily moving, extrely awkward.
It seemingly able to topple at any mont.
Yet it always managed to keep up with the motorcycle ahead, its dull face carrying a hint of fear, yet it still followed step by step behind the motorcycle.
The sky was growing dark, the night was almost upon them.
Zhang Yiming looked straight ahead, montarily dazed.
How wonderful it would be if I wasn’t a zombie!
Suddenly, a figure in a blue dress darted from the front, crashing onto the black motorcycle.
Zhang Yiming sharply twisted the brake, the motorcycle instantly losing balance, falling to the ground.
Zhang Yiming, using the motorcycle for support, managed to stand up without falling himself.
The Xiao Song Zombie, following the motorcycle, imdiately stood still, waiting for Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming looked at the blue figure in front.
This was a young girl zombie.
She had long black hair, the blue dress highlighting her perfect figure.
Her eyes, uncorrupted, were large, the dark pupils reminiscent of a person.
The girl’s shoes had sohow been lost, revealing her white and decaying feet.
The uncorrupted parts of her feet were white, while the rotten parts were oozing black blood, even exposing stark white bones, shockingly conspicuous.
Her decayed face and hands proclaid her identity.
She was a zombie.
The wound on her arm was faintly visible; evidence of a zombie bite.
The blue dress zombie struggled to climb from the ground for a long ti, staring blankly at Zhang Yiming.
Her dark pupils contracted slightly, eyes full of fear.
Being a zombie herself, she could sense the powerful violent aura on Zhang Yiming.
Subconsciously, she retreated a step.
Zhang Yiming glanced at the dark pupils of the blue dress zombie, then no longer paid attention, bending over to right the fallen motorcycle, and mounted it.
The motorcycle roared and continued onward.
The Xiao Song Zombie, seeing Zhang Yiming’s motorcycle moving away, clumsily followed with stiff steps.
The motorcycle’s roar grew distant, the blue dress girl zombie tilting her stiff neck slightly, her dull face full of bewildernt.
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