Chapter 459 – After the Gunshot

“My head feels dizzy…”

As they walked out of the zoo, Lucy held her head and mumbled.

“It must be because of the blood loss… didn’t you faint because of that?” Ling Mo said.

He had already used this explanation to wake Lucy up.

Repeating it now was just to make sure she completely dismissed any doubts.

After all, whether Lucy found it suspicious or not, she had no choice but to convince herself to accept this explanation if she wanted to rely on Ling Mo and his team to get back to the F Team…

“Isn’t it a bit too obvious to bully people like this…”

For a moment, a thought like this popped into Ling Mo’s mind…

“Really?” Lucy touched the back of her head. “But why does it hurt here too?”

“Isn’t falling down something you go through after fainting?” Ye Lian interjected with a puzzled look on her face.

“That’s true, I must have been so dizzy that I got stupid.”

Lucy laughed at herself and suddenly asked, “By the way, where’s that mutation panda?”

“Tied a big rock to it and drowned it in the lake.”

Ling Mo smiled slightly and said.

Seeing Lucy completely believe him, Ling Mo glanced ahead, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

Although Black Silk had evolved, the newly joined mutation panda had taken over the job of luring zombies.

Compared to the previous Black Silk, Xiao Bai’s ability to attract zombies was much stronger.

At this moment, a few hundred meters away from Ling Mo and the others, a giant panda was running at an astonishing speed in front of a large group of zombies.

It would leap high from time to time, and suddenly change direction.

When a large group of zombies suddenly appeared ahead, the mutation panda braked sharply, leapt agilely, and jumped over the heads of a dozen zombies…

“Having this panda around is really nice. It’s a pity that with Lucy following us, we have to keep it at a distance… As for the mutation snake gel we collected during this operation, there’s no rush to give it to Senior Sister. Let’s have her adjust her state first, and once her body is ready, we can reverse the virus in one go…”

Ling Mo thought, glancing at Lucy. “Why do her pupils seem slightly red too… But judging by her psychic fluctuation, she doesn’t seem infected…”

Unable to figure anything out just by thinking, Ling Mo stared at her for a while. Lucy seemed to sense his gaze and looked back, causing him to quickly look away nonchalantly…

“By the way, where is the F Team located?” Ling Mo asked.

Lucy gave him a puzzled look before slowly saying, “You look like you’ve never been to F City… Didn’t I mention it’s a food production base? While it’s not as big or prosperous as X City, it’s not too small either. Unfortunately, its industrial chain is too singular, so it lacks development potential. Also, the terrain is a major drawback. Since it’s in a plain area, no matter how much we clear out the zombies, it’s hard to keep them completely out of the city. Our base and Falcon Camp actually have some similar issues…”

She suddenly exclaimed, “Oh, we’re not far from the Air Force Corps…”

“Really? Tell me more about this Air Force Corps. I’m quite curious about them…”

As Ling Mo and his group continued their journey, about a hundred kilometers away from X City in a small town.

Like all towns at this time, it looked desolate and quiet…

The cold wind swept across the road, with weeds by the roadside already spreading onto the pavement.

Inside empty shops, doors occasionally creaked in the wind.

On the road, one could see the remains of cars covered in dust and beginning to rust.

“Bang!”

Some strange sounds always seemed to emerge suddenly from various corners of the city, attracting the wandering zombies on the street.

A zombie’s gaze fixed on a dirty bag on the ground. Suddenly, the bag spun up into the air.

She tilted her head, her blood-red eyes showing a hint of confusion.

Her gaze followed the bag as it floated away. Suddenly, she leaped forward, jumping nearly two meters, and grabbed the bag.

After tearing it apart with great force, the zombie suddenly raised her head, craned her neck, and let out a howl: “Roar!”

“Roar!”

In the suburbs of the town, outside an airport, a zombie was howling in the same posture.

Then it suddenly accelerated, rushing towards the tall barrier in front of it.

But before it could reach out, a gunshot rang out.

The zombie fell from mid-air, crashing heavily to the ground, a gaping, bloody hole in its chest.

“Tch, we see zombies every day. These things just never seem to end.”

A few hundred meters away, a White Shooter lifted his head from behind the scope, looking past the wide airport towards the road and the vast farmlands now overrun with weeds.

At first glance, the scene didn’t seem much different from before, but everyone knew that among those weeds, and at the other end of the road, zombies were packed densely.

These monstrous beings, which still retained their human shape, possessed strength many times greater than that of humans. As long as their vital spots weren’t hit, they would continue to move.

Their extraordinary regenerative abilities made their survival rate much higher than that of ordinary people.

In addition to their terrifying strength, their flesh, and the liquids from all parts of their bodies, were highly infectious.

Once these entered a human body, no matter the method… infection was inevitable.

And turning into a monster was sometimes not the worst fate…

The gazes of their kindred around them could be the most despairing…

Once infected, you either mutated or were killed by your kind…

“Who knows where all these zombies keep coming from!”

Next to him, another shooter with long hair pulled the trigger.

In the scope, a zombie that had just burst out of the waist-high weeds immediately fell down.

The Long-Haired Shooter smiled slightly and said leisurely, “In the entire Air Force Corps, it’s probably just the two of us and One-Eye who are the best shots, right?… Speaking of One-Eye, that guy loves to stay here and use zombies for target practice, doesn’t he? It’s a rarity that he’s gone out on a mission this time… I always thought he was like me, not fond of moving around. Isn’t it better to just quietly hold a gun and control the enemy’s life and death?”

“The better your shooting skills, the stronger your desires.”

The White Shooter, who had just spoken, moved back to the sniper scope and said, “Things have stabilized now, and our partners, Falcon Camp and Fire, are also growing. Who doesn’t want to take this opportunity to stand out?”

“With zombies everywhere, what desires are you talking about…”

The Long-Haired Shooter shook his head and said.

“Heh, humans, the more desperate the times, the more they want to seize the moment. But honestly, standing out is ultimately about ensuring one’s own survival. You’ve heard the recent reports, right? Zombies nearby are showing signs of reproduction. These monsters reproduce faster than we humans do.” The White Shooter sighed worriedly.

The Long-Haired Shooter raised his head and turned to look at him, “What you said reminds me. Human children need ten months of pregnancy and years of upbringing before they can pick up a weapon like us…” He shrugged, “But there’s no need to worry too much about these things. I thought humanity would be wiped out, but we’ve managed to hold on in such harsh conditions. There will always be a way, and besides…”

“Falcon Camp will be stationed in X City and will restart some factories, including the munitions factory. They will also plant a lot of crops. The superhumans of Fire will also be heading to X City. With the resources there, their research should make progress too. The current potion is said to be only a semi-finished product. If their research succeeds, the survival rate of humans will likely increase a lot, right?”

The White Shooter cracked his neck, listening to the popping sounds of his joints, and said, “Who knows… From the way the Regimental Commander talks, he doesn’t seem to trust Fire much, saying they’re just a bunch of empty talkers. The only reason we’re collaborating with them is because they have some superhumans who can serve as a counterbalance to Falcon.”

“But those people, if you don’t knock some sense into them, they won’t know how to behave…”

The Long-Haired Shooter suddenly revealed a meaningful smile, “It’s a pity that this time, it seems like we broke our hammer trying to knock some sense into them…”

Just as the other shooter was about to say something, the Long-Haired Shooter raised his hand, signaling for silence.

He then leisurely opened the leather pouch at his waist and took out the walkie-talkie that was buzzing incessantly.

After the static cleared, a simple, rough, and somewhat fiery male voice came through:

“Yin Jie, get to the conference room immediately! Damn it, this is such a headache… You have three minutes! And don’t drag your feet this time!”

“Got it.”

Yin Jie put down the walkie-talkie and winked at the shooter beside him, “I’ll leave this to you for now. Sigh, trouble’s found me again…” He said, scratching his hair and picking up his gun as he turned to walk away, “Seriously… give me a break…”

“Hey, what’s going on… Hey!”

As Yin Jie’s figure disappeared from view, the White Shooter couldn’t help but spit on the ground, “Hypocrite! You really think I don’t know… Hmph, you brought up One-Eye on purpose, acting all innocent! It makes my skin crawl!”

After cursing a couple of times, he turned back and grabbed his sniper rifle again, “I wonder if this time you’ll break your hammer too… Kind of looking forward to it… Heh heh heh.”