Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

“Fuck you!”

Bang!

Lu Yubo raised his leg and gave a flying kick to the zombie approaching him, hitting it squarely in the chest.

The massive force made the petrified skin zombie stumble back two or three steps, unsteady, it fell on its butt and struggled to get up.

“Damn, this is just bullying the disabled…” Lu Yubo frowned and scratched his head, then hissed: “But it is really tough, feels like kicking a tree!”

While he spoke, Lu Yubo grimaced and stomped his foot, feeling pain in the sole and a soreness in his knee joint.

In a moment, the petrified skin zombie wobbly stood up from the ground, once again walking stiffly towards Lu Yubo, its persistent spirit quite moving.

“Brother Su, I’ll just take care of it!”

Lu Yubo drew the grain sampler hanging from his waist, stepped forward, and stabbed it towards the zombie’s head.

Swoosh!

The expected piercing did not happen, instead, a strange sound was heard, the grain sampler was stuck on the zombie’s forehead but didn’t penetrate!

“What the fuck!”

Lu Yubo’s expression was exaggerated, if it were a normal zombie, such a stab would have pierced through directly, the sharp grain sampler wouldn’t even need to aim for the eye socket, even when dealing with petrified skin zombies before it worked well, but this time faced with resistance!

Awwooo!

The zombie, repeatedly frustrated, became agitated, its arms mechanically scratching at Lu Yubo, with its mouth open showing dense sharp teeth, as if telling everyone, I’ve just become clumsy, not stopped eating people!

Thud.

In a quick motion, Zhang Su stepped forward with a steel rod, directly stabbing it into the zombie’s mouth and into the brain, ending its life.

“Speed and agility have significantly decreased, I can’t feel any difference in strength!”

Zhang Su withdrew the steel rod and poked it at the fallen zombie’s body, saying: “It’s this skin that has become quite unusual, normal zombies don’t have petrified skin, so overall, with the temperature dropping, zombies are getting weaker!”

“Haha, no matter what civilization’s technology, it can’t escape physics!”

Fu Weijun happily nodded and turned his wheelchair to the side of the zombie, saying: “Temperature, a physical variable in the universe that can’t be avoided, when molecular activity decreases, any biochemical reactions in organisms will decrease!”

“Good phenomenon, a hugely good phenomenon!” Yuwen said excitedly: “Minus twenty-something degrees might be the limit for Qin City, but it is definitely not the limit for human survival, we can live at minus thirty, forty, even fifty degrees, at that temperature, the terrifying zombies might completely lose their ability to act, and no longer be a threat!”

“You guys are quite optimistic, but leaving zombies aside, extreme cold weather is also a challenge for us, and we have to look at the relationship between temperature drop and zombie weakening ratio, and besides, this is the performance of petrified skin zombies, we still don’t know what the situation is with normal zombies!”

Zhang Su treats zombies and humans quite differently, he’s always looked at the zombie crisis with caution.

“I’ll go catch one!”

Lu Yubo grabbed the riot fork and headed towards the scenic area.

“Be fucking careful!”

Zhang Su exhorted, still uneasy, and said to Wang Xin: “You go quickly to help, he’s being reckless!”

“Okay.” Wang Xin said nothing and chased after him.

In just two or three minutes, the two captured a normal zombie, quite efficiently.

“Let me handle this, I have experience and can compare!”

Lu Yubo was very proactive, finally finding an opportunity to expend some energy.

“Okay, be careful then, Xiaowang, let it go.”

Zhang Su said, and Wang Xin released the riot fork, letting the zombie regain its freedom.

After a series of tests, thud, Lu Yubo’s grain sampler pierced through the zombie’s head, the corpse fell to the ground, the surrounding crowd watched quietly without speaking.

A moment later, Zhang Su stroked his chin and said: “Why does the impact on normal zombies not seem as pronounced as it is on petrified skin zombies?”

“It’s still a bit clumsy, Brother Su!” Lu Yubo rotated his wrist, seriously recalling the combat process earlier, said: “Its speed, reaction, and agility have all decreased, it’s indeed not as dumb as petrified skin zombies, but its strength is slightly less, I can feel this clearly.”

Zhang Su nodded, and sighed: “Alright, still considered good news!”

“Haha, if it drops another thirty-fifty degrees, like in the poles, can we just completely relax?”

Wang Xin said whimsically.

“You mean we humans can survive in minus fifty-sixty degrees environment completely worry-free?” Zhang Su gave Wang Xin a helpless glance, at that temperature, the zombie crisis would definitely not be the primary concern.

“By the way, does low temperature affect 003?”

While speaking, Zhang Su suddenly remembered there was a special existence in the camp!

The Petrified Skin Zombie is a mutation produced under special conditions, but 003 is different. It’s a product of special modification, perhaps exhibiting different behaviors?

“Let’s go take a look together!”

Fu Weijun was deeply interested in Zhang Su’s question; before Duan Wuhu could help him with the wheelchair, he spun it himself toward the box truck, moving quite fast.

Buzz buzz buzz.

The box truck had to remain ignited to continuously provide power output. The engine roared day and night, with thin white smoke emerging from the exhaust pipe.

“Brother Su, get ready; I’m cutting the power.”

Wang Xin climbed into the compartment, already knowing how to operate it.

“Turn it off. Let’s move further away.”

Zhang Su and Duan Wuhu held the Electric Shock Device in their hands. As Wang Xin switched off the power to remove the chain from 003’s neck collar, the group retreated ten meters away.

After the operation, Wang Xin also moved away from 003, maintaining a basic fear of this death god.

After a short wait, about half a minute, 003’s hefty body slightly trembled, and its eyes slowly opened under the iron headgear, instantly focusing on Zhang Su’s group, no pheromone guidance needed since no one else was around.

Howl howl!

struggled to stand up; its fat flowed like water, seemingly able to puddle on the ground if not restrained by skin.

“Useless chicken, weakened after the cool down!”

Lu Yubo looked at the clumsy 003 and dismissed it with a scornful pout.

As if 003 heard Lu Yubo’s mockery, just as his words fell, it stomped the ground with a thudding sound and charged at the crowd with almost the same speed as during previous battles.

Wooow!

With a stance like a mountain crashing down, as if black clouds overhead, the long knife in its hand sliced through the air like the Death God’s scythe, slashing towards Zhang Su’s group.

“Damn, Bozai, you’re talking nonsense!”

Of course, Zhang Su’s group wouldn’t sit back; as soon as 003 stomped the earth, they sensed the danger and began dodging.

“Oh my, it hasn’t caught its breath yet!” Lu Yubo shrieked as he darted to the side.

“Run!”

Duan Wuhu swiftly pushed Fu Weijun’s wheelchair to flee.

Thankfully, 003 focused more on strength than agility and speed, even its fastest couldn’t surpass ordinary levels, even slower than previous normal zombies. It’s very difficult for it to kill Zhang Su’s group; this setting isn’t its forte.

seems to despise Lu Yubo the most for looking down on it, relentlessly pursuing him.

“Come on, fatty, hit your grandpa, look at you, like a pig spirit, run faster, grandson.”

Lu Yubo led 003 around the box truck, initially a bit fearful; but seeing the opponent never caught up, grew bolder, continually taunting, brimming with confidence.

Zhang Su was initially worried, intending to take advantage and quickly use the Electric Shock Device to control and stun 003. Seeing Lu Yubo running energetically calmed him, using the chance to observe 003.

The other camp members were attracted by this noise; upon seeing the hefty 003 chasing Lu Yubo, they were dumbfounded, thinking he’s crazily playing with 003, wondering what if it goes out of control?

Only after Yuwen’s explanation did they realize Zhang Su’s group was conducting an observational experiment, studying whether the zombie’s behavior is limited under low temperatures.

After running for three to four minutes, Lu Yubo began panting, finally closing his mouth, his expression slightly serious, occasionally glancing at Zhang Su, slightly assured seeing him prepared.

“Old Duan, ready!”

Zhang Su naturally wouldn’t let Lu Yubo remain endangered; seeing him struggle, he quickly acted.

Snap crackle pop.

Two high-voltage Electric Shock Devices discharged continuously, making 003’s hefty body twist and convulse, lasting less than five seconds before collapsing with a thud.

“Whew whew… damn!”

Lu Yubo breathed heavily, walked to 003’s side, kicked its body, and said to Zhang Su: “Brother Su, this thing didn’t slow down at all!”

Failing to outrun Lu Yubo doesn’t mean 003 was affected by low temperature; its speed was never fast, this was just a normal display.