"Tedious work."
Finally moved all the zombies to the garbage dump.
Truly very exhausting.
But no choice. Protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility. Besides, these zombies were all killed by him; if he didn't collect them, who could he expect to?
Walking on the street, observing all around.
He thought of what the survivor said yesterday.
Private armed forces are searching for survivors. That guy also said such armed organizations definitely have a purpose; survivors found by them definitely won't survive intact.
Therefore, he wanted to see if it was really like this. Seeing a tall skyscraper ahead, he increased his speed, running towards that skyscraper. Reaching the bottom of the building, his legs bent, thump! Directly leaped up, sticking to the glass, rushing towards the rooftop.
Through the glass.
He saw zombies swaying inside. The zombies similarly saw Lam Pham's figure flash by and disappear. As if stimulated, they crashed against the glass. It's just that the glass quality was quite good; they couldn't break it, directly bounced back.
This made him think of disaster rescue movies he watched before.
Skyscraper on fire, protagonist wants to go to the high floors, directly runs from outside, ignoring the height, smashes the glass, tumbles in. Of course, that was a foreign film. If using domestically made glass, probably would have intimate contact with the glass, slide down, fall from several tens of meters in the air.
Rooftop.
Standing on the skyscraper rooftop, the wind howled.
He carried his sword, stepped on the edge, looked towards the distance. All buildings in his eyes were so short. He saw wandering zombie hordes, saw sedans speeding on the streets, saw many, many things.
These weren't what he wanted to find.
He wanted to find armored vehicles, the kind like in the military.
Before, his eyesight definitely wasn't this good. Even if he could see far, surely wouldn't see this clearly. Since chopping zombies and adding points, all aspects had undergone earth-shattering changes.
"The scenery is really good. If only it could be like before."
He watched, engrossed.
Recalled the once beautiful city. The past Hoang city was a city everyone yearned for. The beautiful city had a bit of his contribution.
Now, beauty is gone forever. Looking from afar, without seeing those filthy environments, still very beautiful. But looking up close, can discover things not seen from a distance.
For example, up close, there's a cockroach here.
Suddenly.
He clearly saw on a street not far away, an armored vehicle was driving, speed not very fast, but its design was extremely special, recognizable at a glance.
"Right there! It's looking for survivors! I just need to pretend to be a survivor."
He descended at high speed, feeling the wind caressing his face.
Felt truly very comfortable.
He knew he was currently a bit strong, also jumped a bit high. But he didn't see anything particularly remarkable. People should live honestly. Cannot get carried away by momentary strength; otherwise, too arrogant, absolutely will have no good friends.
Street.
Lam Pham pretended to be a survivor, "coincidentally" meeting them.
This was him proactively coming out to verify the opponent's authenticity. The apocalypse was already extremely sinister. If someone, under the guise of rescue, deceived others' feelings, even harmed others' lives, this kind of behavior he must stop.
Pricked up his ears.
He heard the sound of a car running behind.
"Ugh ugh..."
Zombies appeared ahead, distance somewhat far. That zombie was extremely sluggish, swaying. Seeing Lam Pham, an excited expression clearly appeared. Savagely roaring, crazily ran towards him.
Lam Pham didn't move, appeared as if scared stiff. He couldn't draw his sword and cleave the zombie in two, nor could he kick the zombie tens of meters away with one foot.
He turned and fled, running towards that armored vehicle.
Inside the armored vehicle, a total of four fully armed survivors.
"Look! Met another Hoang Bi!" (Hoang Bi = Yellow Skin, a derogatory term)
"Luck's not bad. Just came out not long, already met a living guy. Rescue him onto the vehicle, take him back for submission."
"Haha, running so pathetically. Really want to see him tackled and torn apart by zombies."
"This is the sorrow of being unarmed. Doesn't even have tools to protect himself. I think if we save him, he will definitely, like that Hoang Bi before, be moved to tears towards us, regarding us as God."
The armored vehicle quickly drove up to Lam Pham, car door opened.
"Hey, friend! Get in quickly! We're here to save you!"
Lam Pham, seeing the opponent, was also slightly stunned. Actually foreigners. Didn't think much, quickly got into the vehicle.
The armored vehicle ruthlessly crushed over the zombie.
Could hear creaking sounds; that was the sound of bones being crushed.
At this time.
Lam Pham looked at them, "Thank you for saving me."
Three white, one black. The driver was a dark-skinned guy.
One of the physically large men revealed pearly white teeth, "You are truly very lucky. Encountering damn zombies, yet seen by us. A while ago, I saw a survivor chased by several zombies, the scene of him falling to the ground, truly very bloody, extremely terrifying."
Lam Pham exclaimed in fear, "Your Mandarin is very standard!"
"Of course! We are an international rescue organization, proficient in many languages. We've lived here for eight years, very familiar with this place. Before, at the park, I was surrounded by enthusiastic aunties from your side, all saying they wanted to introduce their daughters to me, even told me no betrothal gift needed. After all, your betrothal gift prices are very high; I find it hard to accept," Cuong Ni said with a laugh, not at all panicked by the external apocalypse, even bantering with Lam Pham.
Lam Pham said, "Really? Then you might have met good aunties. The ones I see all want betrothal gifts; not giving enough might lead to disapproval of the marriage."
Another man said, "Ah, what you're carrying on your back is Frostmourne from World of Warcraft, right? Looks really cool."
Lam Pham smiled, "That's right. A friend gave it to me. Where are we going now?"
He very much wanted to know where these self-proclaimed international rescue organization people would take him. Extremely curious about this. Also wanted to see where their main base was. If really an organization harming others, he definitely had to let them understand our country's laws are not to be violated.
Cuong Ni said, "Of course to our shelter. Friend, your population number is truly too large, leading to a terrifying number of zombies. Fortunately, our shelter isn't open to outsiders, so even if someone turns into a zombie, can easily be swept clean."
Lam Pham said, "No one expected it to turn out like this. Just, how do you all have firearms? Our country prohibits these things."
Cuong Ni smiled, "Didn't I just say? We are an international rescue organization. Being equipped with firearms is very normal. You don't need to feel surprised. Ah, right, our shelter has taken in many survivors, all your compatriots. I think when you see them, you should feel very close."
He looked at Lam Pham, thin physique. So what if carrying Frostmourne? Still a weak chicken. One hand could break his neck.
"Really? Then thank you so much. I think my compatriots will also feel very grateful to you."
Lam Pham, from their eyes, saw ferocity and ridicule. This wasn't a friendly expression. A pity. For others, your disguise indeed has no flaws. But for me, who can see through your inner thoughts just by looking at your eyes, you cannot hide.
He wanted to know where exactly the so-called international rescue organization's shelter was.
Chatted casually.
Soon, the armored vehicle slowly parked.
"Here. Get out."
Cuong Ni said, "Shelter reached. Here you are safe, no need to worry about zombies."
Got out of the vehicle.
The surrounding environment was extremely unfamiliar.
A sealed environment.
He saw a tightly closed silvery-white iron gate, then assessed the surrounding situation. Bullet marks left by gunfire on the walls, coagulated blood on the ground. Should have been a fierce battle when the apocalypse descended.
"Follow me," Cuong Ni smiled.
When turning his back to Lam Pham, he squinted, an evil idea already brewing.
Just then.
Hei Gui, standing behind Lam Pham, raised his hand, fiercely chopping towards Lam Pham's neck.
Lam Pham felt the movement behind him, didn't counter-attack, but waited. He wanted to see what exactly the opponent wanted to do. Clack! Neck received a heavy blow.
"What are you doing?" Lam Pham turned his head and asked.
Hei Gui was clearly stunned, "Seen a ghost! How are you not knocked out?"
Clack!
Cuong Ni swung his hand-knife fiercely towards Lam Pham's neck. Lam Pham, receiving another heavy blow, instantly understood. He thought of a line spoken by a celebrity: Acting requires being very serious. Even if fainting, must have a sense of layers, otherwise won't look right.
Lam Pham swayed his body, performing that dazed, world-spinning appearance, then thud! Fell to the ground, fainted.
Cuong Ni looked at Hei Gui, "Where did your strength go? Can't even knock out a skinny Hoang Bi? But really, don't say, this guy's flesh is extremely tough; chopping it made my hand hurt a bit."
Hei Gui was somewhat dissatisfied, towards Lam Pham lying paralyzed on the ground, fiercely kicked once, cursed angrily.
Indeed not good people.
Lam Pham, lying there, always believed his eyes, wouldn't misjudge. Immediately after, he felt someone sling him over their shoulder, also took away his Frostmourne.
Doesn't matter.
Everything will return.
He just wanted to know, were there really survivors harmed to death by them? If the opponent really saved people, he would sincerely thank them, give them a thumbs up, international friends.
But now, he felt perhaps not so.
If really good people.
Would chop me with a hand-knife?
Would kick me?
Somewhat bumpy, as if descending. Hearing the sound, should be taking an elevator.
"Found survivors so quickly?"
"Good luck. Met on the road. He was chased by zombies, brought back by us. Test subject acquired. We can rest a bit, right? Really don't want to go out facing those damn zombies."
They were conversing, speaking a foreign language, couldn't understand. Ghost knows what they were saying.
Soon, he felt himself placed on some kind of operating table, hands and feet bound, seemed like some kind of metal material, the contact feeling was just like that.
Observation room.
A man stood beside the blonde old man, "This experiment is to cut open the opponent's head, place the zombie crystal into the head, let it form a connection with the brain. If still fails, we should think of other methods."
The blonde old man nodded, expression extremely serious.
What he sought was human body evolution. The moment he found the crystal in the mutated zombie's head, he was crazy, was excited.
Just then.
The situation changed.
The survivor lying on the experimental table suddenly woke up, actually broke free from the restraints, instantly startling everyone around.
At this time.
Lam Pham looked at the surrounding situation, found zombies in containers around, also much bloody body tissue. Even the people surrounding him wore protective clothing.
"What do you want to do to me?" Lam Pham asked.
He felt the situation here was like a laboratory, and he was tied on top, should be a test subject. Regarding this situation, he couldn't possibly accept.
Images in his mind were all sorts of cruel experiments.
If really survivors were brought here, afraid the things encountered would be unimaginable.
Thinking of this, he also felt an involuntary shiver.
The red light in the corner flickered.
Soon, fully armed personnel rushed in, led by Cuong Ni, who had chatted happily with him in the armored vehicle.
Hei Gui held a firearm, slowly approaching Lam Pham, roaring angrily, "Hands on head, sit down!"
Lam Pham said, "You tricked survivors here, not to save them, but likely thinking of using them as test subjects, right? Just like my situation. I heard others guess, deliberately came to see. Didn't expect it to be really like this."
"Hands on head, sit down!" Hei Gui said furiously.
Lam Pham said, "Your behavior is extremely vile! You are also not some international rescue organization! According to our country's law, your private possession of firearms is illegal! Also, your use of living people for experiments is even more illegal behavior! Now I order you to put down the weapons in your hands, go with me to the police station! Otherwise, I will have to use violence to apprehend you!"
This was him proactively attacking.
He didn't need to self-defend and counter-attack, because he now encountered true villains, still this kind of foreign lawless element. He must protect social safety. Encountering this situation, must strike severely.
Hei Gui slowly approached Lam Pham, didn't take Lam Pham's thin appearance to heart. This was a hard-to-come-by test subject. If shot dead, would have to go out looking for survivors again.
As he approached, he raised the gun butt, fiercely smashing it towards Lam Pham's head.
Bang!
In an instant, Hei Gui flew out, body fiercely smashing against the wall, head tilted, directly kicked to death by Lam Pham. The opponent's kicking speed was truly too fast.
Cuong Ni and the others saw this scene, faces showing shock, as if seeing a ghost.
"Open fire!"
Rat-tat-tat...
Bullets sprayed. Any ordinary person facing this situation would absolutely be instantly riddled into a hornet's nest, not even having room to resist.
In Lam Pham's eyes, the bullets' speed was very slow. Casually dodging, bullets all hit the wall behind him.
Inside the observation room, the blonde old man was flustered, stupidly watching the situation before him.
"Superman?"
"No! Absolutely impossible to be superman!"
Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, hurriedly pushed aside his assistant, walked towards the laboratory. The assistant chased after, "Professor! He's very dangerous!"
The assistant knew what the professor wanted to do.
At this time, Lam Pham caught a bullet, threw it backhand. The bullet pfft! killed a fully armed assailant. Caught another bullet, still casually threw it out, directly piercing the opponent's head.
Facing firearms, his personal safety was threatened; vigorous counter-attack was naturally a normal situation.
"Devil!"
Scientists in the laboratory trembled; this was more terrifying than the zombies they saw.
"Stop! Cease fire!"
A voice came.
The blonde old man hurriedly ran in, stopping the current situation. Someone dying had nothing to do with him. In his eyes, only Lam Pham. That fiery gaze anyone could see.
"Hello, my name is Charles. Your strength makes me sigh in admiration. Can you answer me a few questions?" Charles urgently wanted to know how exactly he became like this. Ordinary people cannot inexplicably become strong; it must be related to zombies.
Lam Pham said, "You should be the person in charge here. Your actions have seriously violated the law. I must take you away."
Charles said, "Wait a minute! I just want to ask a few questions! I beg you, can you let me know?"
"Okay, ask then." Lam Pham wanted to know what this blonde old man wanted to do. He saw madness, greed in the opponent's eyes – greed for his body. Heard researchers of body experiments are all lunatics, all have a pathological psychology.
Charles asked, "How did you become so formidable?"
Lam Pham said, "Don't know."
Charles asked, "Were you bitten by a zombie? But you didn't turn into a zombie? Your body can withstand the erosion of the zombie virus, so you became like this? If you were bitten, did you feel your body heat up, organ pulsation frequency breaking the limit?"
"Don't know."
"Did you ever obtain a crystal, containing power within? Did you use your ancient internal cultivation methods to absorb the energy within the crystal?"
"Don't know."
Facing Lam Pham's repeated "don't know."
Charles' eyes were extremely calm, a smile at the corner of his mouth. Slowly walked to the control console, murmuring to himself, "What I hate most is this damn sense of secrecy you Hoang Bi have! Don't want to say anything, don't want to contribute anything! This concerns the mystery of human body evolution! This is the greatest discovery in history! For humanity, every disaster is the beginning of evolution! Controlling evolution means controlling the new world! Didn't expect this kind of evolution would actually appear on you Hoang Bi! Truly infuriating!"
"But... alive, dead, for me, no longer important. As long as I get your genes, can get everything about you."
As soon as the words fell.
Charles pressed a switch.
Clack!
The laboratory main door behind Lam Pham rumbled open. "Ugh ugh" roars of fury exploded. Imprisoned inside was clearly a Strength-type zombie. This zombie was confined in an iron cage.
The iron cage automatically unlocked.
The Strength-type zombie roared savagely. Seeing Lam Pham standing before it, angrily charged towards him.
Charles led his people, quickly leaving the laboratory, sealing the main door.
They heard explosions and roars from inside the laboratory, knew this was a very terrifying feast.
Walking, walking.
"Hey! Stop!"
Hearing the voice, Charles and his people were instantly stunned, as if seeing a ghost.
Lam Pham tore open the sealed iron door with his bare hands.
And that Strength-type zombie lay quietly inside, head smashed, powerlessly lying in a corner.
"Your actions have seriously touched upon the law! This is no longer the nation that was once bullied by you at will! Coming here, you should abide by the laws here! Otherwise, I will send you all to the police station one by one!"
He looked at them trying to escape.
Cuong Ni, holding a gun, roared and sprayed bullets. Rat-tat-tat shooting sounds echoed here.
Lam Pham instantly appeared before him, bent down, one punch hitting Cuong Ni's abdomen. Powerful fist energy exploded. This was a fist that could kill even thirty oxen; how could he withstand it?
Bang!
Cuong Ni turned into an afterimage, fiercely smashing against the distant wall, powerlessly slid down. Fingers habitually squeezed the trigger, rat-tat-tat firing a few shots.
Lam Pham patted the blonde old man's shoulder, "You can't escape."
The blonde old man looked at this not-so-mighty Lam Pham before him.
Fell into contemplation.
"You should contribute to human evolution! I am a professional scientist! You can cooperate with me! This world needs a savior! Needs a savior like you!" the blonde old man said excitedly.
Lam Pham looked straight into the blonde old man's eyes.
"That we can, after experiencing countless calamities, still continuously develop and grow strong, until now, is not because there is a savior. But because before great disasters, tens of thousands of ordinary people stood up, generously stepping forward. And I am just one among those tens of thousands of ordinary people."
"You don't understand."