Chapter 347 - 118: The Most Most Most...Special Zombie

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Chapter 347: Chapter 118: The Most Most Most...Special Zombie "Life is full of surprises, life is full of scares..." Feron hummed off-tune, watching the cargo box slowly rising, utterly laid-back and joyous. The scene that would unfold next was already taking shape in his mind. Adorable zombies dropping onto the opponent’s territory, smelling the noise and transforming into bloodthirsty beasts, ferociously knocking down survivors one by one and tearing at them. Listening to the survivors’ screams of agony. Watching them being torn apart. It must feel exhilarating. Feron, smiling, pressed the button. The door of the cargo box opened slowly. He could hear the roaring of the zombies trapped inside, enraged by their confinement and limited movements. "Go, tear them apart, enjoy the delicious taste of those survivors’ flesh and blood." As the door of the cargo box opened. The zombies surged out in droves. With the continuous grunting sounds, he knew a feast involving zombies was about to begin. He wanted to wait and see. Suddenly. He saw flesh and blood soaring over the fence, and even more, an arm flying over, falling to the ground. "So soon?" Feron was very shocked. I had just released the zombies, and there were already survivors perishing? But why were there no screams from the survivors? The image came to mind again. Seeing the zombies falling from the sky, they must have been scared stiff by the situation at hand, temporarily losing their ability to scream. By the time they thought to shout, they would have already been brought down and viciously bitten by the zombies. No doubt, it must be so. After a moment. Feron pressed the button, and the cargo box slowly descended. He then observed his surroundings to make sure there were no zombies, decisively got out of the vehicle, and climbed up to the cargo box to check the inside. It was definitely a bloody mess. But when he looked inside the fence, Feron widened his eyes. "Impossible, it can’t be." He didn’t see survivors being bitten, instead, he saw a survivor holding a sword, standing there, calmly making eye contact with him. Damn! Feron immediately realized what was happening, hurriedly jumped down from the cargo box, thinking of driving away quickly, but as soon as he opened the car door, someone grabbed his shoulder. "What do you think you’re doing?" Lin Fan, angry at this stranger’s actions, said, "What you’ve done is really despicable. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for the innocent survivors when you release zombies like this?" Listening to Lin Fan, Feron suddenly turned and tried to push him to the ground, then take the chance to escape in his vehicle. But it was like trying to push a mountain. He didn’t budge an inch. Feron felt like he had kicked an iron plate. He had just put in at least twenty or thirty zombies, but in such a short time, all had been slain. The capability, the strength, it was somewhat frightening. "I..." He tried to come up with an excuse, but couldn’t think of any on the spot. "Don’t make excuses. I know you did that on purpose. Do you realize your actions could have cost people their lives?" Lin Fan said. He watched Feron, knowing from his eyes that the man was trying to come up with a lie. "Come with me." He easily moved the iron fence aside. "You brought the zombies here and polluted the environment of our living area. I won’t listen to any more nonsense from you; you have to clean up this mess." In Lin Fan’s view, what the other man had done was of serious consequence, a deliberate attempt to destroy the Sunshine District and demolish a shelter that housed many survivors. Could he just let him go? Definitely not. The apocalypse was already bad enough, yet there were still people like this. Such behavior was unforgivable. Feron, looking at the scattered corpses, swallowed hard. His hands and feet trembled uncontrollably. He had just become the manager of Lucky Number’s first floor, thinking of doing something big for Boss He, but now not only had he failed, but he was also caught by the other party. It was a complete shit show. Under Lin Fan’s watch, Feron moved the bodies. The pungent stench made him feel like vomiting. As he looked at the broken bodies, he could almost imagine how horrific the scene must have been not long ago. The other man, sword in hand, had been chopping at the zombies, an image that just didn’t seem real no matter how he thought about it. He knew all too well how terrifying zombies could be. Rushing forward, immune to pain, slamming into others— who could withstand such an onslaught? Lin Fan stood aside, watching Feron cleaning the ground. "Who sent you?" Lin Fan asked. Feron shook his head, "No one sent me. I really didn’t mean to do this." Lin Fan smiled, "Do you think I’m so foolish that I’ll believe anything you say?" Feron: ... For Lin Fan, the current situation was undoubtedly premeditated and orchestrated crime. If he didn’t get to the bottom of it, it would be a disaster for other survivors as well. As a citizen of Huangshi, he had a responsibility to deal with the matter and to contribute to the harmony of Huangshi since this was what every Huangshi citizen should do. Pondering, contemplating. After a long while. Feron, dirty all over, had thrown the zombies’ limbs and severed arms into the cargo box, thinking about the events that had unfolded. He was filled with a faint sense of sorrow. When he had arrived, the zombies in the cargo box were alive and kicking. Now, the cargo box was filled with limbs and severed arms. "Brother, I’ve cleaned everything up, I’m really sorry, can you forgive me?" Feron begged pitifully. He so hoped the other man would let him go, after all, he really didn’t want to die.

Chapter 347 - 118: The Most Most Most...Special Zombie

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