Chapter 132 - 082 Is This Damn Kid Really Fourteen Years Old?_3

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Chapter 132: Chapter 082 Is This Damn Kid Really Fourteen Years Old?_3 Bang! Bang! Bang! Three figures flew backwards again, with no chance to react. "This is self-defense, protecting myself when I’m in danger is not wrong," Lin Fan said, as he looked at the four survivors he had kicked away, who were likely already dead, and dusted off his trousers. He didn’t think he had used excessive force in his defense, even if someone asked, he would say the same. They were all armed with weapons that could have fatally injured him, and he was afraid for his personal safety. He only thought about kicking them away and then taking off through the door, running as far as he could. Now, they lay motionless on the ground after being kicked away by him. He wasn’t sure about their condition. He thought about pulling out his cell phone to call an ambulance for them, but then remembered that the phones had no signal, hospitals were likely unstaffed, and judging by their condition, they were probably beyond help anyway. Suddenly. He saw the short man who had lured him in still seemed to be alive, blood bubbling from his mouth and a distinct bloodstain on his chest—something which made him think that perhaps he had kicked a bit too hard. He approached him. "I warned you earlier not to act impulsively, otherwise it gets terrifying when I defend myself," Lin Fan said. Cough, cough... The short man spat blood, trying to say something but unable to speak, his eyes full of fear as he looked at Lin Fan. Perhaps he hadn’t expected things to turn out this way, especially remembering how he initially lunged with a knife at Lin Fan’s abdomen, he should have realized that his opponent was a monster. Unfortunately, it was too late to understand that now. Lin Fan asked, "How old are you really?" "Cough, cough..." The light in the short man’s eyes dimmed as he struggled to raise his hand, showing one finger first, then four more, seemingly using up his last bit of strength before his arm fell to the ground, and he died... "Fourteen?" Lin Fan shook his head, not believing the man’s words. The survivors these days were terrifying; even at death’s door, they insisted on lying. He had always envisioned each survivor as a friendly person. But now it seemed, many survivors had been changed by the apocalypse, becoming vicious and malevolent. Touching his abdomen’s clothing, what a pity, truly a pity. "You damaged my clothes; compensation is in order, fifty bucks would do," he mumbled to himself. He searched their bodies. He didn’t find a single penny. Ah, forget it, he shook his head. He pushed open the door of the room, and instantly, a putrid smell of blood hit him, and the scene inside lay bare before his eyes — everywhere there were splatters of blood, severed limbs and arms... No more on that. The sight caused Lin Fan’s pupils to sharply constrict, as if he had seen a ghost, and he involuntarily stepped backwards, retreating a big step outward. "Absolutely devoid of conscience," he said. Lin Fan slowly closed the door and left Hengji Apartment, the scene he had just witnessed deeply impacted his soul. He truly hadn’t expected someone to be capable of such cruelty. ... ... Shan Shui Haoyuan. A henchman rushed in hurriedly, his arrival catching everyone’s attention. By now, they had established a firm footing in Shan Shui Haoyuan, with nearby zombies either eliminated or diverted. They had hoarded resources from surrounding villas here. If there were any survivors in those villas, they ultimately resorted to forcefully entering, killing the survivors inside and seizing their supplies. "Boss, they got away, the strategy to lure the zombies didn’t work," one of the henchmen reported. He had waited a long time in the car last night; eventually, when there was no sound, the zombies lost their target and staggered away. Then, seeing that iron beast of a car come out, he had followed it until the other party had noticed and simply stopped, allowing zombies to surround it. With the hardness of that iron beast, it indeed could overlook the usual zombie pounding. But his car couldn’t stand it, being just a regular sedan, surrounded by that mob of zombies, it would have been smashed to pieces, dragging him out of the car. Thus, he could only drive away, shaking off the zombies trailing behind. Wang Dafu, enjoying a cigar and sipping foreign wine with his legs crossed and a ruthless look, said, "Damn, those guys really got lucky; they slipped away. No matter what, we have to get that car. With that kind of car, we could move unobstructed in the apocalypse." The henchman added, "Boss, there’s another thing I need to report. I saw a very special zombie among them, its size was like a small hill, Infinite Strength, smashing a car to pieces with a casual slap and even flinging a several-ton vehicle with its bare hands. We’ve never seen this kind of zombie before." Remembering the scene, he felt somewhat afraid. If that kind of zombie appeared in their territory, with that kind of strength and size, their current defenses would probably stand no chance. As he spoke these words. The companions around him stopped what they were doing and looked at him in astonishment. As if they hadn’t expected such a zombie to exist. Wang Dafu, looking at his own henchman, said nothing about the mountainous zombie, but the news was not good. Ordinary zombies were already causing them enough trouble, now that such zombies were appearing, didn’t that mean their apocalyptic world was gradually turning into a hellish mode? "Are you sure?" Wang Dafu asked. The henchman vowed, "Certain, absolutely certain."

Chapter 132 - 082 Is This Damn Kid Really Fourteen Years Old?_3

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