Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

“What… what kind of monster is this?”

“He… he is Li Zhaohua, the captain of the Edge Squad!”

Pan Guoliang bent over to look at the bottom of the pit. Although the clothes were in tatters, the captain’s arm patch of the Edge Squad was still hanging precariously on his arm, making it easy to identify him!

Howl! Howl!

The mention of Li Zhaohua seemed to infuriate the zombie, driving it to roar madly at the people from Celestial Horse Island.

“Shoot! Kill it!”

Without waiting for the zombie to make further moves, Zhang Su started firing directly. This time was different from before; previously, it was all about single shots to kill zombies, but this time he held down the trigger relentlessly. As the rifle kicked back, his shoulder jerked, and he used both hands to adjust the aim. Fire spewed from the muzzle, fully unleashing the power of the Type 95 automatic rifle.

Meanwhile, the people standing around the edge of the pit on Celestial Horse Island pulled back the bolts and simultaneously pulled the trigger at the blood-red zombie.

No one dared slack off; the shape of this zombie was just too terrifying, giving a strong impression of “I am formidable.”

Ratatatat, ratatatat, ratatat.

The gunfire was incessant, and the trained individuals knew to slightly open their mouths in the high-decibel environment to prevent their eardrums from being severely impacted. At this moment, everyone’s mouths were wide open due to the terrifying scene unfolding before them…

As Zhang Su ordered everyone to open fire, the blood-red zombie moved swiftly too, maneuvering in the small pit of less than ten square meters so quickly that the dust kicked up by the bullets followed its movement trail. People could hardly keep up with its speed of transfer, and the scene was getting out of control!

Everyone was stunned, realizing that this blood-red zombie was desperately avoiding the rifle shots, showing its fear of firearms. But its abnormal quick reflexes and speed birthed a sense of helplessness in everyone’s heart.

What’s the point of holding a rifle if you can’t hit the target? What’s the use?

During the quick movements, its terrifying eyes were fixed on everyone, as if it were ready to leap out of the pit and commence killing at any gap it found.

“Gosh, what the hell!”

Zhang Su was the first to empty his magazine, but he didn’t replace it; instead, he threw his rifle and reached behind, grabbing two grenades in his hands. He bit off the safety pin with his teeth and swiftly hurled them downward during the brief moment of fire suppression.

“Retreat! Watch out for the grenades!”

No need to consider direction, as the effective killing range of a single grenade is fan-shaped, covering around three hundred square meters, while the space occupied by the blood-red zombie was merely about ten square meters – full coverage!

However, just after the grenade was tossed, an even more frightening scene unfolded.

As the firing stopped and the firepower weakened, the blood-red zombie actually spotted the grenade, kicking off a shattered stone slab and lunging directly at the grenade, seemingly intending to perform a hand-catching grenade stunt!

This scene stunned everyone; who knew it could play this way?

“No good, run fast!!”

Seeing the blood-red zombie’s absurd combat capability, Zhang Su quickly imagined the scene where it would catch the grenade and throw it back, chills running down his spine. He hastily ordered everyone to dodge.

Boom…boom!

However, barely before everyone managed to run two steps, the explosion sounded consecutively from beneath, successfully detonating the grenades, making the zombie’s attempt to catch them fail!

Rustling.

Fragments and some steel balls inside the grenade were thrown into the sky and fell down, making the scene chaotic.

Just across a wall, people from West Camp Village who were digging pits to bury the bodies in the wasteland looked at each other, the sequence of explosions, gunfights, followed by more explosions, made them anxious. The relief of surviving was slowly fading, and worry was written on everyone’s faces.

“Why are you stopping? Get back to work!”

Ma Changshou, noticing everyone’s emotions, quickly urged them.

“Damn, what kind of freak is this, shit.”

“Dead, surely dead, damn it, my head’s bleeding.”

“What the hell is the science department of Cyan Dragon Corps up to, a bunch of lunatics!”

After the dust settled, everyone either lying down or crouching on the ground found themselves in a calm scene and finally had the time to rant a bit.

“Reload!”

Zhang Su quickly stood up, picked up his gun while ordering a reload, peering into the pit with tension.

“What? Can’t be, Brother Su, is the monster still not dead?”

“How’s it possible, I clearly saw it get hit, then bombed by two grenades; how could it survive?”

Despite saying they didn’t believe it, their actions were decidedly honest, removing the empty magazines and putting them back in their tactical belts, then pulling out new ones and replacing them – their movements sleek and fluid!

“Damn, it’s really not dead!”

At this moment, in the pit, a blood-red zombie lay among the rubble, its head blasted beyond recognition, akin to Edward after taking a punch from Sakazuki, half of its skull was gone, the other side had a collapsed nasal bridge, eye missing, yet it hadn’t lost its vital signs, the remaining brain matter quivering rapidly.

“What the hell kind of monster is this, is it a zombie?”

Qi Xiaoshuai, clutching the lump on his head, was full of horror, as the thing below that seemed like a zombie was apparently breathing?

The blood-red chest rose and fell intensely as if the heart were about to burst out.

“Doesn’t look like it. Zombies are all dead; does he look dead to you? Clearly a person!”

“But if it’s a person… damn it, a Modified Person? Incredible!”

Everyone debated, but all kept their eyes on the monster below, no one dared to act rashly.

“Old Tan, shoot the heart and put an end to it!”

Zhang Su motioned Tan Huajun to fire, not trusting himself to hit it with one shot.

“Okay!”

Tan Huajun agreed and was about to aim when…

Bang!

At that moment, the blood-red zombie’s chest burst open, as if it were blossoming, spraying blood and organ tissues out, scaring the people around the pit to retreat quickly.

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Simultaneously, Zhang Su realized that the number of survivors represented by Cyan Dragon Corps in his mind decreased by one again, which made him quite emotional, realizing that this half-human, half-zombie creature was not dead but possessed certain human characteristics…

“He’s in a state between human and zombie. It’s unknown how he became like this, really incredible!”

Zhang Su stepped back to the edge of the pit, looking at Li Zhaohua, the captain of the Edge Squad, whose head was shattered to smithereens and chest messy, full of sighs.

If the other party were alive, if unwilling to join him, rather than wasting a “Loyalty Brand,” he would recruit him anyway. He didn’t expect the other party to tread such an explosive path of no return.

Pan Guoliang shook the dust off his head, feeling lingering fear: “The experiment projects Edge Squad researched were all abnormal, there’s actually a way to turn people into zombies, it’s scary, too scary!”

He didn’t know how Li Zhaohua had become half-corpse, half-human, but since it could appear, surely it would become more perfected over time, either maturing or spiraling out of control.

Regardless of which, it’s not good news for the survivors!

“Even more insane than Dr. Fu, what is all this…”

Zheng Xinyu looked complexly at Li Zhaohua with the burst-open chest, having thought Fu Weijun’s research was already quite explosive, but compared to Li Zhaohua, it seemed much more orderly…