Chapter 50 - 047 I’m defending myself; it has nothing to do with me

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Chapter 50: Chapter 047 I’m defending myself; it has nothing to do with me Inside the vehicle. The driver looked at Lin Fan, wearing a security guard uniform, who seemed a bit foolish. Did he really fancy himself the Witch Demon King just because he carried a Frostmourne on his back? What was he thinking? If he wanted to live, now was the best moment to run. Once they found the stuff and saw him, he’d be done for. Of course. He didn’t remind the other guy. What did it have to do with him? Besides, he was quite curious to see the desperate expression on the other guy’s face when danger struck. For ordinary people, the apocalypse was truly hell. But for villains, as long as they could hold their ground early on and have a safe base, the apocalypse would turn into a real paradise. They lived in the luxurious Mountain and Water Gardens, a collection of villas considered to be quite upscale in Huang City. They were all thugs raised by the boss, living in the villas all the time. At the very beginning of the apocalypse, even those with a strong mentality would be momentarily dumbfounded, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. But their boss reacted swiftly, consolidating power immediately. At the same time, a few thugs just like in the TV shows, started to tremble, vomited thick disgusting fluid, and their veins bulged on the surface, looking terrifying. As for their boss, he was genuinely fierce. He had been studying martial arts in a martial arts school since he was young, and after ten years of training, due to his competitive nature, he injured someone with a machete and was sent to prison. After being released, he started to gather followers in Huang City. Starting with a small team, he grew stronger and created a legacy, firmly establishing his footing in Huang City. So, when this situation arose, the boss personally took action, hacking those thugs to death before they could turn into zombies. In the end, the boss truly had foresight. Outside was chaos. Even inside the villa, they could hear the screams from outside. Turning on the TV, the news was broadcasting those creatures. They even witnessed a handsome anchor being pounced on and bitten live on the air, an agonizing scream that was really wrenching. He was in the villa at the time, watching the boss, curious about what he would do next. But he noticed the boss’s eyes change from a brief stupor to something crazed and fierce. Up to now. He still vaguely remembered what the boss had said. ’The apocalypse has arrived; our time to rise and go mad is here.’ He looked at the boss who had uttered those words, his expression so deranged and frenzied. Long-suppressed desires had finally erupted, and now there was no need to be constrained by the law or the police. The high walls surrounded the boss’s villa, and the only entry was through two iron gates. It was virtually impossible for zombies to get in. The first person he killed was not some high-ranking official, but a female B-list star who lived next door. The boss had once asked for her contact information, but the proud bitch completely ignored him. Because the B-list star was having an affair with a wealthy old man. When the apocalypse arrived, unexpectedly, the star didn’t die. The boss had people capture her and publicly humiliated her, and the scene became quite chaotic. She was indeed very beautiful. In the end, she was thrown outside the villa. Watching her being torn to shreds by the horde of zombies. At this moment. Footsteps were heard. Lin Fan looked at the four people emerging from the police station. What were they doing there? When he felt they might be criminals but had no evidence, he tended to watch them first. The leader of the group scanned the surrounding area. They didn’t see any zombies, mainly because they hadn’t made much noise. The haul was pretty good. They found two NP22 handguns and more than thirty bullets in the police station. If it hadn’t been for the rush and unwillingness to take too many risks, they might have found something else. ’Did you find it?’ The driver rolled down the window and asked. ’Yeah, we found it.’ ’That’s good, with these things, we can be more comfortable.’ The driver smiled and then signaled his accomplices with his eyes, the meaning clear: this guy was like a fool, just sitting here waiting for us. The four who had entered the police station also didn’t expect that the guy from before would still be there. Of course. They didn’t take Lin Fan seriously. Young, somewhat skinny and carrying a toy sword on his back, he gave off a strange vibe; perhaps it was just good luck that had kept him alive so far, or maybe the apocalypse had already driven him to the brink of mental collapse. "Kid, you’ve got guts, still alive and wandering the streets alone. Do you have any idea what happens if the zombies find you?" the crew-cut leader said. "I know. I usually try to negotiate with the zombies first, ask them not to be impulsive. If they won’t listen, I’ll defend myself. I’ll cut down a zombie with one sword strike," Lin Fan said calmly. Right now, he just wanted to figure out what they were up to. The police station wasn’t a place one could just wander into casually; when he had dropped off the money he found, there hadn’t been a single cop in sight. So, in the absence of any guards, if a thief came along, stealing stuff would indeed be very bad. The crowd was full of question marks after hearing him speak. What on earth was he talking about? All of a sudden. The crew-cut man pointed a gun at Lin Fan’s head. "Kid, do you have any fucking idea what this is?" "A gun," Lin Fan frowned as if he’d just realized something. "Did you four just break into the police station to steal guns?" He considered a number of possibilities. Like stealing money. Like making a report. But it never occurred to him that they would steal guns. "Are you sick or something, steal? In times like these, is there even a need to steal? Damn it, we always run into idiots like you who can’t adapt to the apocalypse," the crew-cut man said, clearly irritated. Every one of the people they killed had begged piteously before dying, insisting that murder was illegal and wrong, babbling on and on. His head buzzed from listening to their pleas. Laws were gone, and who cared anymore? Of course, he wasn’t going to shoot; gunfire would attract zombies, and too many zombies would indeed be troublesome. There was no need to confront them over some fool. "You really shouldn’t do this. You better return the guns quickly. According to Criminal Law Article 127, theft or robbery of guns from military or police personnel, endangering public safety, shall result in a sentence of no less than ten years, life imprisonment, or death," he advised earnestly, hoping they would see reason. He felt compelled to stop their actions, sensing that these people in front of him weren’t well-intentioned. If they got their hands on the firearms, it would surely spell disaster for many innocents, so he had to intervene. "Damn, so annoying, kill him," the crew-cut man said coldly. As his words fell. The thug standing behind him swung his machete straight at Lin Fan’s head. Ruthless and decisive, with no hesitation. "He wants to kill me..." In that split second, Lin Fan had this thought flash through his mind, and he had only one thought: self-defense. In the blink of an eye. His sword flashed. The crew-cut man didn’t know what had happened. He slowly raised his hand to touch his face, feeling something sticky. On closer look, it was blood; what the hell, where did the blood come from? The kid in front of him wasn’t down. He looked down, and his expression changed drastically. The thug wielding the machete was cleaved into two by a single sword strike. "Ah, sorry about that, I’m just used to chopping down zombies for self-defense, I got carried away..." Lin Fan sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling slightly apologetic. He truly hadn’t intended for this to happen—it was just a reflex to defend himself with one swift sword strike, having forgotten for a moment that they were human. "Shit..." The crew-cut man became furious, pulling the trigger with no gunshots sounding off. Trying to pull it again, he discovered his hand was missing. The hand that held the gun was no longer there, and looking down, he saw his arm had fallen to the ground. "Ah..." He screamed in agony. It was very loud. From all around, the sound of zombies could faintly be heard. "This has nothing to do with me, it’s self-defense..." Lin Fan realized they really were unfriendly. How could people of the apocalypse become so violent, ready to kill over a simple disagreement? This wasn’t at all what he had envisioned...

Chapter 50 - 047 I’m defending myself; it has nothing to do with me

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