Chapter 51 - 048: Indeed... More and More Bad People

Chapter 51: Chapter 048: Indeed... More and More Bad People The four men outside the car. One was cleaved in two, one had his wrist severed, and the other two stared blankly at Lin Fan, who was holding Frost’s Sorrow. The driver was dumbfounded and, without thinking, quickly rolled up the car window. He yelled inside the car, "Hurry up and get in the damn car, the zombies are coming! Anyone who can get in, do it quickly!" His voice was loud, but the car’s soundproofing was so good, let alone the fact that the people outside were already scared stiff. "Roar!" At this moment, the roaring of zombies could be heard, dense and intense, followed by the sight of a massive tide of zombies emerging from every direction in the streets and alleys. Some zombies shattered glass to leap down, others broke their heads open, and some fractured their legs, but even so, they ran towards this side like mad dogs. "Damn it!" Seeing his comrades frozen in place, the driver didn’t think twice as he floored the gas pedal, charging through the zombie crowd like the wind, forcefully carving a path. It must be said that the car was really powerful, plowing through zombies as if they were tofu, without any difficulty. "Fuck, I’m telling you to get in the car, and you just stand there like idiots. I’m not waiting for you guys," the driver said, his eyes bloodshot and his expression somewhat ferocious. His head shook violently with the momentum of the car slamming through the zombies. As the sedan drove off. The surviving thug came to his senses, "Motherfucker... come back." But the only response to them was the drifting tailpipe exhaust, as the car fishtailed and disappeared at the end of the street. "So many zombies." Lin Fan looked around at the situation, as zombies, drawn by the noise, emerged from dark corners. It was his first time seeing so many zombies. "It appears that these zombies, although not friendly, still want to bravely step up and capture the criminals when they know of them, but their way of capturing... is through biting and tearing with their mouths." He bore no ill will towards the zombies. But he knew that these zombies still possessed an innocent heart; they just lacked rationality. Lin Fan grabbed the two thugs, planning to have the buzz-cut man whose wrist he had severed grab onto his companion, so he could lead them in jumping away, but who could have expected that the buzz-cut man would explode in rage. "Even if I die, I will take you down with me!" With one wrist severed and the other hand free, he immediately picked up a gun from the ground, pulled the trigger, and with a bang, "Ah..." The thug Lin Fan was holding screamed as his backside exploded. The sound of the gunshot spread, triggering the zombies’ bloodlust even further, and they ran faster, closing in on them. One step, two steps... Lin Fan, carrying the two men as if they were little chickens, easily leaped onto the rooftop of the second-floor building. Looking down at the street below. The buzz-cut man was overwhelmed by zombies, his screams incessant but short-lived. Listening closely, one could only hear the sound of zombies gnawing and the low growls of those who failed to get a piece of flesh. The man who’d been shot in the buttocks covered his mouth, his eyes bugging out, trying not to make any sound. Up to this point, he was still bewildered, unsure of what exactly had transpired. The only unharmed man watched Lin Fan in shock. Just a moment ago they were down below, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Fan had leaped to the rooftop—how was that even possible? Not even the world’s best high jumper could achieve such a feat. He stared in shock at the young man before him, dressed in a security uniform and carrying a Simulated Divine Artifact. "Big brother, thank you for saving me," he said, hoping to get on good terms with Lin Fan, feeling that switching to a somewhat powerful boss seemed like a good choice. Following a powerful boss, one could command wind and rain in the post-apocalyptic world. Lin Fan smiled and said, "Mm, it’s nothing. You stole guns from the police station, and I subdued you. The zombies also tried to stop you, but their methods are a bit brutal. I think I need to ensure your safety. Once the zombies leave, I will take you to the police station." Was there anything wrong with what he said? Not a bit. In self-defense, accidentally causing someone’s death is an unavoidable situation. But if someone is already subdued and you still attack, that’s excessive defense. If you accidentally kill someone, that is involuntary manslaughter. The difference is significant. He understood this basic legal knowledge. The man who’d been shot in the buttocks, sweating coldly from pain, gazed blankly at Lin Fan. The man who had been talking with Lin Fan was similarly stunned, as if he had misheard. "Big brother, you’re kidding, right?" he said, not quite believing what he was hearing. What did delivering them to the police station have to do with anything, and could he please not joke under these circumstances, especially when the joke wasn’t the least bit funny. "I’m not joking," Lin Fan said earnestly. "But this is the end of the world..." "Mm, I know." "You don’t understand, this is the end of the world, the apocalypse, you get it, right? It means morals and laws have collapsed. The only imperative is to survive. As long as you’re alive, anything goes and nothing is illegal," the man said, feeling that he might really have encountered someone with a screw loose. Why would such a person exist? "Have you read any books?" Lin Fan asked. The man stared at Lin Fan in astonishment, his gaze vacant. He was so baffled by the question that he couldn’t comprehend how anyone remotely normal could ask such an idiotic question. He dropped out early but had attended a few years of school. He didn’t want to admit it though, seeing no difference between speaking and staying silent. Right now, he was thinking about how to escape from Lin Fan. He had seen Lin Fan’s techniques. A single sword stroke to split a man in two. Even before one could react, Lin Fan had severed a gun-wielding wrist. This was definitely not someone he could deal with. He had a gun on him. Shoot? Don’t joke; it’s too dangerous. Lin Fan saw him bowing his head and said no more, but he also felt some remorse for his actions. Why even ask someone if they’ve been educated? Perhaps the man had once been poor, having to venture out early in life, ultimately ending up on the wrong path. It was pitiable, but what was done was done, and there would be a price to pay. As long as the other party didn’t attack him first, he would not defend himself, let alone harm them. Suddenly. The scene fell silent. Lin Fan quietly waited for the zombies to leave, recalling what the fireworks guy had said earlier: if there was no noise, the zombies would leave on their own. After a long time. He peeked down at the street below. Only a few scattered zombies remained on the street; the wave of zombies that had just formed had already dispersed. Looking at the buzz-cut man whose wrist he had severed, now disfigured, his body misshapen, only a bloody handgun lay silently beside him. "Let’s go, I’ll take you to the police station. Don’t think about ambushing me, or it’ll be dangerous." Lin Fan picked them up and jumped down from the rooftop. In the moment they landed. Several staggering zombies, sensing fresh flesh, launched a ferocious attack. Thump! Thump! Wielding Frost Mourning, Lin Fan easily dealt with them. At this moment, the man holding the gun slowly raised it, intending to shoot Lin Fan dead, but when he made eye contact with Lin Fan, who had turned around, he just couldn’t pull the trigger. Clatter! "I’m relieved that you chose to surrender the stolen firearms willingly, but you guys... sigh." Lin Fan shook his head, took the firearms, and also picked up the blood-stained handgun from the ground. Dragging them, he headed inside the police station. "You really can’t let us go?" the man asked in a deep voice. Lin Fan replied, "Everyone makes mistakes. Some matters don’t require calling the police, but others do, and they must face legal punishment. Once the punishment is over, you’ll be released. Then you’ll feel light, clean, maybe remorseful for what you’ve done, but there’s no need to dwell on it." "You’ve killed people before, I can tell. Earlier you tried to kill me at the slightest disagreement, showing that you’ve released the darkness within you due to the apocalypse, completely disregarding morals and law." It seemed like he was talking to himself, but he was actually addressing them. The man had never imagined he’d find himself in this situation. If he had been sure of success, he would have acted sooner. If their boss had been there and heard the other’s babbling, he would have killed Lin Fan without a second thought. Their boss had become increasingly cruel since the apocalypse began, treating people like pigs, dogs, and ants, ruthlessly killing at will. But honestly... they all felt somewhat exhilarated. "You just killed that man as well..." the man said. Lin Fan frowned slightly, puzzled, as if he couldn’t believe someone was unaware of the concept of self-defense. "He tried to kill me just now. It was self-defense, nothing more." The man’s mouth twitched. Self-defense? Ha, ha!!! ... Inside the police station. When they were tied up there, the two men realized that Lin Fan was serious. Lin Fan placed the two handguns in a drawer and wrote down the entire incident on paper: someone had come to steal guns from the station, I noticed, they threatened me, and it ended in self-defense killing... and so on. These things had to be done. All the details must be recorded accurately. In case the policeman came back unaware of the incident, and because of incomplete records, misunderstandings could arise. Having seen to everything. Looking at the two criminals he had brought here. He felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. This was the third time he had brought someone in, and this time two at once, indicating that as the apocalypse continued, the number of bad people was indeed growing. "Goodbye." He waved and turned to leave. Walking down the corridor of the police station, he felt as though there was a righteousness enveloping him. Perhaps this was positive energy. Passing by a wall poster, he stopped for a few seconds, feeling inspired once more. With a creak, he seemed to hear a slight noise, watched quietly for a second or two; it must be the police uncle finishing his work. He didn’t want to disturb, so he quickly left. "My ass hurts so bad." "Damn it, I really should have shot him dead." "My butt is killing me." "Shut up and figure out how to untie these ropes; we need to get out of here." "Damn it, what the hell, argh..." PS: New week, I ask for your votes, where are the votes?