Chapter 133 - 082: Is This Damn Thing Called Fourteen Years Old?_4

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Chapter 133 of "I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade" opens presenting key developments: Chapter 133: Chapter 082: Is This Damn Thing Called Fourteen Years Old?_4 At this moment. Someone made... Read on!

Chapter 133: Chapter 082: Is This Damn Thing Called Fourteen Years Old?_4 At this moment. Someone made a suggestion. "Big brother, it looks like we need to prepare early. If we come across this kind of zombie, our outer defenses might not even hold them back." "Yeah, now that we’ve taken over the Mountain and Water Mansions, we should really transform it, make it our stronghold, and then we can start to expand our power." "Haha, to rule as kings in the apocalypse, following big brother means enjoying the best food, the spiciest drinks, and playing with the most beautiful celebrities. I really hope we run into a celebrity." "Cut it out, big brother gets first dibs, not you." Wang Dafu licked his lips, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. He was an ambitious man and equally strong. The apocalypse is a time of chaos. Once chaos reigns, heroes will emerge, each declaring their own kingdoms. To rule as a king in the apocalypse, besides having people, one must also have an unassailable stronghold. In the peaceful times of the past, he lurked in the shadows like a roach, seemingly living in glory but not daring to be too arrogant, for his strength seemed formidable to ordinary people. But in the eyes of the state, he was just an ant, something that could be crushed at any moment. "Listen to me, now we need guns, but we can only get guns if we have a well-built stronghold, indestructible. Follow me and I won’t let you down. The apocalypse is terrifying, but as long as we stick together, what can we not have? In the future, we will be the kings, the overlords of the apocalypse." The mad wolf Wang Dafu was rousing his followers. The lackeys around him were dreaming of the future, hoping that this day would come soon. ... ... The police station. Lin Fan came here to report the situation to the police uncle. After all, he had kicked four survivors to death, and although it was in self-defense, people had died. He had intended to subdue them and bring them to the police station for the police uncle to deal with. But who could have foreseen such an event. As soon as he arrived at the police station, he saw the uniformed zombie he had seen before. It seemed to hear Lin Fan’s footsteps, turned around abruptly, and stared at him closely with its head tilted. Its gray-white pupils moved as it sniffed the air as if it could smell something. "I have something to report," he said with a smile, liking a zombie as friendly as this one, capable of rational thought. He was truly irritated by those zombies who lunged at people without thinking, which was really meaningless. Truly unfriendly. The uniformed zombie had blood at the corner of its mouth. Dripping down. As if it had just bitten someone. Lin Fan didn’t feel afraid at all; he believed the zombie in uniform must have been maintaining order outside, courageously stepping forward to capture violent criminals. No problem at all. "Despite becoming a zombie, not becoming tainted like the others, and always maintaining the justice in one’s heart, that really is professional ethics," he exclaimed. He felt nothing but admiration. As the uniformed zombie approached, he truthfully narrated the earlier events, in great detail, from the beginning to the end, without hiding anything. When he finished, the uniformed zombie sniffed him a few times and then turned and walked away without paying any attention to him. "Does this mean..." Lin Fan watched the retreating back of the uniformed zombie, sinking into deep thought, and then realized it meant, "I’m okay, I can leave now." Yes... that must be what it means. "Police uncle, does this mean I can go now?" Lin Fan asked. The departing uniformed zombie didn’t speak or turn back. No response meant consent. He left the police station. Riding his electric bike around, he was continuously looking for survivors, hoping to sell them housing. Passing the Xin Feng Seed Company, he thought of the vegetable garden and went in to buy more seeds, planning to strengthen and enlarge the garden, making good use of it to provide the community with vegetables. After purchasing the seeds, he left. His figure on the street added a bit of color to the surroundings. Nightfall. On the balcony, Lin Fan liked to stand there, gazing at the night scenery outside. Although the city of Huang didn’t have its former brilliance, in Lin Fan’s eyes, it was still beautiful. He looked up at the sky. It was once hard to see the stars, but now there were stars twinkling, emitting a faint glow. "Little stars, are the glimmer of hope." Lin Fan rested his chin in his hands, enjoying the night breeze, and gazing at the sky. Life was not dull for him—the Sunshine District had many people for company, making him very happy. Seeing everyone living in harmony, he felt comforted. Suddenly. Bang! Boom! A loud explosion sounded in the distance. A huge fireball appeared, and buildings trembled. Mengmeng, who had been sound asleep, woke up. Crying loudly. Lin Fan hurriedly held Mengmeng in his arms, comforting her, unsure of what had happened over there. If he wasn’t mistaken, it seemed to be the industrial area where there were many factories. He looked towards the far distance, frowning deeply, his expression somber. "Why would something like this happen." He watched silently, not thinking of going over to see what happened. Some commotions were worth watching, others were not, especially since no one knew if there would be a secondary explosion. Getting too close would definitely put one’s own safety at risk. Being so far away yet still hearing the explosion was proof enough of its ferocity. This explosion, in an instant, attracted the zombies hidden in the darkness, making them run towards the sound, but as the noise quickly died down, the zombies that heard no more were left standing puzzled in place.

Chapter 133 - 082: Is This Damn Thing Called Fourteen Years Old?_4

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