Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

Inside Celestial Horse Island, many people heard Zhang Su’s voice, and their hearts sank slightly because everyone knew what the C plan represented.

“Understood, Mr. Zhang. Be careful on your way! I’m gathering people to start the defenses now!”

“Don’t panic, we’ll coordinate from inside and out!”

The simple phrase “inside and outside coordination” gave people a lot of confidence.

After speaking, Zhang Su stuffed the walkie-talkie into his bag, mounted his electric scooter, and rode toward the provincial road.

The Cyan Dragon Corps convoy consisted of a total of ten cars plus a motorcycle. By keeping the lights off, they could hide their numbers, but getting even slightly closer would reveal their noise.

The electric scooter followed far behind the convoy, out of sight and sound, like a ghost.

With Zhang Su passing the message to Celestial Horse Island, everyone climbed out of their warm beds. Nobody felt sleepy because they had anticipated this situation and were always ready for battle!

Truly, no battle is fought unprepared!

Yuwen, acting as the temporary camp commander in place of Zhang Su, along with Tan Huajun and Chen Hanzhou, each led three different teams according to the plan, with every arrangement premised on all members of the Cyan Dragon Corps carrying guns.

“Guys, make sure to hide your pistols well!”

Yuwen, as the head of the negotiation team, needed to be in close contact with the other party, so naturally, carrying a rifle was out of the question. At most, he carried a pistol. The same went for Yu Qing, Yang Wenjie, Liu Tianji, and Wu Lue, who followed him. They couldn’t carry rifles either; the only difference was that Yuwen had his pistol on his waist while the others hid theirs in their clothes.

There was a reason these individuals were chosen for the negotiation team; the four of them appeared more approachable, giving an impression of being easy to talk to.

Tan Huajun gathered more than ten people on one side, disguised in ragged clothes and wide sleeves, representing the lowest tier in the camp, those who didn’t have enough to eat but couldn’t stop working. The dim corners and large disguises were enough to hide rifles on them.

Unless someone conducted a body search, discovering the weapons on them would be impossible, allowing them to transform into effective combat power when needed.

From any perspective, Tan Huajun’s team was the most easily overlooked.

The attack team, led by Chen Hanzhou, had the primary task of collaborating with United Village’s labor to transport sacks of grain, but within those grain sacks, something else was hidden!

Chen Hanzhou, Zhao Dezhu, Duan Wuhu, and Wang Xin were the sharp edge of the plan, able to handle eight to ten people effortlessly under surprising circumstances.

Initially, the attack team included Lu Yubo, but considering he might not act well, he was reassigned to the ragged clothes team.

These four were exceptional in terms of attack power, agility, and speed. They were to deal maximum damage to the enemy the moment the attack commenced, create chaos, and then hide immediately.

Amidst the chaos, everyone’s attention would likely be on Chen Hanzhou’s group. The ragged clothes team would quickly join the fray, clearing the battlefield with a thunderous force. The negotiation team wouldn’t be idle either; small pistols could still be deadly.

If the opponent was unprepared, it would be a triangular pincer attack, leaving no room to escape.

“Everyone, attention, attention, the Cyan Dragon Corps convoy has appeared approximately five hundred meters north!”

In the monitoring room, Zheng Xinyu relayed the message to everyone immediately. She wasn’t uninvolved in the battle; instead, she served as a mobile, flexible figure, using her seemingly harmless appearance to deceive the enemy, delivering unexpected damage.

“The convoy didn’t turn; they’re continuing southward!”

About a minute later, Zheng Xinyu’s voice came through the walkie-talkie again.

Upon hearing this news, everyone slightly relaxed their tense nerves.

“Guo Dachao and Jia Shiqin, check the traps again, make sure the bulletproof cloth is adhered to the correct areas!”

Yuwen knew this was just a brief respite and couldn’t afford to relax.

For this battle, they had urgently deployed some not fully hardened petrifying skin. The bulletproof effect might be compromised, but combined with Thalamus’s healing, it could potentially save a life.

Unfortunately, there’s a large gap in supply, with each person only allocated a piece the size of a basketball. Under Zhong Xiaoshan’s guidance, it was placed over the chest, but as for bulletproof helmets, they hadn’t had time to make them. All they could do was hope they wouldn’t be shot in the head.

On the provincial road, in the second vehicle of the Cyan Dragon Corps convoy, a slim man sat in the backseat with a cigarette in his mouth. Exhaling a puff of smoke, he looked in the direction of Celestial Horse Island and said, “What’s the commander thinking? Why does he insist we go to United Village first?”

“No idea. I think it’s just for show…”

The driver stared straight ahead, fixated on the taillights of the cargo vehicle, speaking unreservedly.

“Ha…Leizi, you really have no filter. You’re so blunt and openly siding with the deputy commander; aren’t you worried I’ll report to the commander with Brother Sun that you’re gossiping behind their back?”

The husky man in the passenger seat said with a laugh.

“The commander knows I’m straightforward and won’t blame me!”

The man named Leizi seemed very confident.

“Being straightforward can be a shield, but some things should pass through your brain first, right?”

The man in the passenger seat said emotionlessly.

“Old Hou, we’re on the same level, do you think I’m one of your squad members?” Leizi, who was driving, clearly disliked Old Hou’s tone.

“The Commander’s arrangement naturally has a deeper meaning. If the first stop is Kuanzhuang, then Celestial Horse Island, and United Village, all the way down, the vehicle would be fully loaded, and then running back—isn’t that a waste of fuel?”

Leizi’s mouth twitched involuntarily and said, “Damn, so stingy? No wonder the Deputy Commander has so many disagreements with him now.”

“You idiot, the Deputy Commander thinks the same. Pulling from the south to the north is a reasonable arrangement, don’t you understand? Hauling that much food further and further away, if anything happens, the headquarters won’t be able to assist in time!”

Brother Sun, who initially raised the question, followed Old Hou’s words.

“That’s why you can’t attach everything to a position; you have to look at right and wrong in some matters!” Old Hou shook his head helplessly.

“Fine, you guys are all smart, only I’m the idiot, okay? By the way, which side are you two planning to support, the Commander or the Deputy Commander? I see they’re not getting along very well this time.”

Leizi shifted his tone, talking about camp issues.

“Factional conflicts are the most damn annoying; I just want to live well, and I’ll support whoever lets me live well.”

“That’s nonsense. I advise you neutral folks to choose a side quickly. Enough talking; the three of us should align with the Deputy Commander. Hey, damn…”

As they were talking, Leizi saw the brake lights of the box truck ahead light up. He rushed to hit the brakes and swerved the car to the side to avoid a collision from the rear vehicle that might not brake in time.

Screech, screech, screech.

Sounds of braking echoed through the air. To avoid situations of emergency braking, the convoy’s driving speed had strict regulations—as long as one isn’t distracted, there should be no issue.

Following far behind, Zhang Su, with extraordinary vision and familiarity with the vicinity, guessed they would stop when approaching Beidong Town. The road was riddled with potholes, which would inevitably draw attention. But he hadn’t expected that besides the first vehicle, none of the rear ones even lit up their brake lights!

Under normal circumstances, even if one forgets to turn on the headlights, the brake lights wouldn’t shut off. The occurrence of pressing the brake pedal without lights showing clearly indicates deliberate sabotage, showing that Cyan Dragon Corps pays attention to detail.

He parked his electric scooter at a distance and instinctively hid behind a tree, hearing voices coming from afar ahead.

“Niu San, what’s going on?”

Leizi jumped out of the car and saw the driver of the lead vehicle also stepping down, so he asked.

“Captain, there’s an issue with the road ahead, take a look!”

Niu San tightened the rifle on his back and pointed to the road ahead.

“Damn, what’s happened? Meteor strikes on a small scale?”

The others also came forward, looked ahead under the car lights, and exclaimed in amazement.

The asphalt road was filled with bathtubs-sized potholes and watermelon-sized ones, with similar depths, all shaped like bowls—a very peculiar road condition.

Awoooo!

While the Cyan Dragon Corps members were bewildered by the shattered road, three zombies rushed out of a nearby shop.

No need for the captains to instruct, the team members stepped forward with weapons drawn and attacked without hesitation.

However, something interesting happened.

Pfft!

Two zombies were chopped down into the ground, their brains pierced, dying instantly. Yet, one zombie, after being attacked, didn’t fall. Instead, it even shook the members of Cyan Dragon Corps.

“Oh crap, Captain, this zombie seems like the Edge Squad’s Zero Zero Two, so tough, can’t break it!”

While speaking, the team member swung his steel spear fiercely, only to feel enormous resistance. Unlike past zombie kills, it seemed like facing a sturdy piece of wood instead of flesh!

Bang!

Another team member kicked the zombie, but he was bounced back, stumbling a step while cursing, “Damn, there’s something off about this zombie—the skin color is wrong!”

Rat-a-tat.

A burst of gunfire sounded, as Leizi’s rifle smoked in his hand.

“What Zero Zero Two, Zero Zero Eight, a whole magazine through—everyone dies!”

The group saw Leizi changing magazines and wasn’t surprised by his actions.

Old Hou, the captain of the Fifth Squad, squatted in front of the zombie and said, “This zombie’s skin is different from ordinary ones, definitely a mutant variant. Damn it, Leizi, why’re you in such a rush? That’s fifty points just gone like that!”

“What? Really a mutant variant, damn, couldn’t hold back for a moment, sorry, haha, who would expect one mutant among the three zombies!”

Leizi waved his hand, completely unconcerned.