Chapter 587 – Don’t Underestimate Uncle’s Combat Power

This middle-aged man, who might have been drinking ice-cold beer at a roadside stall on any other day, belching as he made lewd glances at passing beauties on his way home, was now glaring at the group of humans blocking his path with blood-red eyes. His face twitched with a sinister sneer, baring his blood-streaked teeth in a menacing way.

His hands were empty, but the massive palms, two to three times larger than an average person’s, with sharp, inwardly curved claws, silently spoke of his terrifying lethality.

“A variation zombie?”

Ling Mo was a bit surprised; he hadn’t expected to encounter such a creature.

It seemed that casually luring zombies in the city was indeed a bad idea—this place was full of hidden threats!

At this moment, Ye Lian’s eyes lit up, and she instinctively took a step forward, her small, fragrant tongue licking at the corners of her lips.

The sight made Ling Mo’s heart skip a beat… Too tempting!

Even an unintentional gesture by Ye Lian could be as alluring as those made by Li Yalin.

But when he heard her muttered words, Ling Mo was left with only a feeling of dread…

“Food… food!”

These past days, constantly mingling with humans, Ye Lian and the others had exercised extreme restraint.

Virus gel could only satisfy their basic needs, but to indulge their inherent zombie nature, they needed the bloody carnage.

From the moment they left the F Team until now, they finally encountered so many of their kind at once, and it seemed inevitable that they would fight. This immediately excited Ye Lian.

Even Li Yalin, with her lesser self-control, was already struggling to keep her fingers from curling in anticipation.

Even Xia Na, who had half-human nature, was now gripping her scythe tightly, a cold smile on her lips.

With their instincts awakened, their desire for slaughter was insatiable…

“These poor kids…”

Ling Mo glanced at the Zombie Horde opposite them, shaking his head in regret.

To a Leader-Level Zombie, these Low-Level zombies were truly just unfortunate children, not even in the same league…

However, variation zombies were a special category. Their power couldn’t be measured simply by level.

Even ordinary zombies didn’t strictly adhere to levels; after all, levels were just a basic concept.

For Ling Mo, this concept was generally used to judge whether the target was worth hunting. Ordinary virus gel no longer held much allure for him. If only viral hives weren’t so hard to come by…

Thinking about this, Ling Mo suddenly recalled Ban Yue.

Where was that female zombie currently working hard to scrounge up the ransom now?

Then he thought of Yu Shiran, and his teeth clenched with irritation…

If it wasn’t for that Loli zombie running around recklessly, he wouldn’t have had to come up with these little tricks.

Xu Shuhan and the others were completely clueless about the situation—they had no idea that Ling Mo had intentionally lured these zombies here; they just thought it was a stroke of bad luck.

Only Mu Chen gave Ling Mo a dissatisfied glare: “Damn it, this is all your fault for checking out that corpse…”

“How else do you get intelligence?” Ling Mo retorted confidently.

“This isn’t the time to argue…” Xu Shuhan sternly interrupted them, while swapping out her magazine and muttering into her earpiece, “Shortly after leaving the F Team, we unexpectedly encountered a blockade by a horde of zombies, including a ferocious Creepy Uncle Zombie…”

“The last person who should be arguing right now is you!” Mu Chen snapped back.

Though there was some bickering, the group had the experience to quickly gather together, standing back-to-back.

In such a situation, scattering would likely lead to a quicker death, and hiding indoors wasn’t the best option either.

But standing their ground in an open area and facing the zombies was essentially a suicide mission.

No matter how dense their attacks were, they couldn’t stop these zombies entirely.

If even one zombie broke through their firepower, it could spell the end for the team of survivors.

So, while huddling together, Ling Mo and the others were keeping their eyes peeled for anything useful.

Mu Chen and the others were genuinely anxious, but Ling Mo felt much more at ease.

He had faced far worse situations countless times before. Even if it was still dangerous, there was no need to panic excessively.

But in moments like these, it was better to act a bit more human…

“Over there!”

Ling Mo, with his sharper observational skills granted by his psychic power, quickly spotted a suitable sniping position.

Following the direction of his pointed finger, Mu Chen and the others saw a Bus that had crashed into a roadside store…

The bus was crushed and deformed, with only a small opening left—just enough for two people to squeeze through. The other sides were pretty much sealed against the walls, making it difficult for the zombies to breach in a short time.

Even if sniping became difficult, they could retreat from the front of the bus into the building, providing an escape route.

“Nice eye!” Mu Chen instinctively praised.

But he quickly realized he was complimenting Ling Mo, whom he had been criticizing just a minute earlier…

Mu Chen felt a bit embarrassed and cleared his throat, only to find that no one was paying attention to him—including Ling Mo…

“Damn!” The feeling of being ignored made Mu Chen quite annoyed, but obviously, this wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

“Let’s move!”

Having identified their target location, the group began to slowly retreat.

Being surrounded by so many zombies exerted immense psychological pressure, causing even these experienced survivors to be extremely cautious. Even Ling Mo felt his nerves tightening.

What made them most uneasy was the peculiar behavior of these zombies.

As they saw their prey starting to move, they displayed some agitation but only swayed in place instead of pouncing eagerly.

Especially the Creepy Uncle Zombie—his presence seemed to suppress the others. As long as he remained still, the other zombies managed to control their hunting instincts.

“They really are disciplined. This must be an ‘Alpha,’ right?” Xu Shuhan whispered as she retreated, gun in hand.

“Isn’t ‘Alpha Zombie’ a more fitting term?” Ling Mo chimed in.

“Only you could come up with such a gross name…” Mu Chen retorted. “Wouldn’t any normal person first think of ‘Alpha Zombie’?”

“You guys are so noisy…” Xia Na interjected.

This time she included Ling Mo in her scolding, clearly having reached her limit.

When Ling Mo turned to look at her, he received an eye-roll: “Hmph, looking at me won’t change anything.”

“What is that Alpha Zombie thinking?” Li Yalin suddenly asked.

“Yalin…” Ling Mo felt a bit hurt. Is my naming ability really that bad…?

With Li Yalin’s question, everyone quickly noticed an oddity in the Creepy Uncle Zombie’s movements.

It moved, but instead of lunging at them, it paced back and forth, its blood-red eyes fixated on them.

“He’s observing us,” Ling Mo said in a serious tone.

This statement shocked Mu Chen and the others: “What the… How intelligent is this thing?”

“Variation zombies usually have poor intelligence…” Xu Shuhan glanced at Xia Zhi, who immediately nodded in agreement.

With that confirmation, Xu Shuhan’s tone turned decisively certain. “Variation zombies’ mutations generally enhance their physical capabilities, making them stronger than typical zombies of the same level, but their intelligence is usually lower… Given your methods, knowing this shouldn’t be difficult.”

Ling Mo nodded. “Yes, under normal circumstances, that’s true…”

But there were exceptions, like the Spider Queen, or the Creepy Uncle Zombie in front of them…

“It’s best not to underestimate it; I have a feeling this one isn’t simple,” Ling Mo said.

“Alright…” Xu Shuhan replied skeptically, but her grip on the Silenced Submachine Gun steadied.

Moments like these showcased the quality of Niepan’s members, a fundamental trait common to veterans from large Camps.

Even if they doubted a comrade’s judgment, they would prepare for the worst, opting for caution rather than falling victim to carelessness.

In this, they were fundamentally different from groups like the F Team, which had been a loose coalition of survivors.

While the Creepy Uncle Zombie was observing Ling Mo and his team, Ling Mo was also observing them.

Although developments had slightly deviated from Ling Mo’s plan, his original strategy remained unchanged.

“Which one should I choose…”

In Ling Mo’s psychic “vision,” dozens of psychic light clusters floated.

Looking at these nearly identical clusters, Ling Mo found himself in a dilemma…

Even for him, selecting the easiest one to control in such a short time was not an easy task…

The most crucial aspect was figuring out how to control a zombie and get it to leave discreetly, especially under the watchful eyes of these intelligent zombies and his ever-vigilant teammates.