Finished speaking, he headed forward. He now wanted to go clean shops. Every day, there were many more things needing to be done; couldn't afford to delay here.
As for these few survivors, let them find their own way to live.
They looked at Cung Hao.
"What now? The opponent isn't paying attention to us."
"I feel this guy has some problems."
Exchanged words.
Again somewhat furious.
Cung Hao stood up, his face extremely unsightly.
Damn it! We risked our lives, painstakingly ran here to seek refuge, yet directly given a "not suitable" and chased away! This kind of thing, anyone would find unbearable!
"Get in the car!"
He said gloomily.
Cung Hao drove the car, pulling some distance from Lam Pham. The more he thought, the angrier he got. An image of revenge appeared in his mind. When such a thought arose, it was already impossible to shake it off.
"Damn it! When has Lao Tzu Cung Hao ever been so humble? Gave him face!" Cung Hao calmed down.
The four survivors heard a kind of madness in Cung Hao's voice.
Instantly understood what might happen next.
Cung Hao stared intently at that figure ahead.
One foot stomped the accelerator.
Both hands gripped the steering wheel.
"Damn it! Lie down for Lao Tzu!"
The survivors sitting in the car grabbed the handrails, staring wide-eyed. The image of what would happen next had already appeared in their minds: that sword-carrying survivor would soon be sent flying.
Hearing the commotion behind.
Lam Pham turned around, looked at the sedan speeding over, watched motionless. This kind of situation was often seen; dodging, conversely, was wasting time.
"Haha! Scared stiff? So what if you can chop zombies? Can you still be made of copper and iron?" A cold smile appeared at the corner of Cung Hao's mouth. In peaceful times, he already dared to risk breaking the law. Now it was already the end of the world, even more fearless.
If not for lacking space to develop.
Would have risen up long ago.
CRASH!
Collided.
Not the imagined scene of Lam Pham being sent flying.
The car's front end dented.
Lam Pham stood motionless.
A survivor in the passenger seat, not wearing a seatbelt, was directly thrown through the windshield. Instantly, the car emitted thick white smoke. The feeling it gave them was as if the car had crashed into an iron pillar.
Airbags deployed.
Cung Hao was thrown into a daze, bruises on his face, head very muddled.
Lam Pham looked at that survivor thrown out, groaning on the ground, then walked to the side of the car, lightly tapped the glass.
"Seems my guess was right. People with evil intentions, when rejected by others, will never think of self-reflection, but want to harm others' lives. Your behavior is already extremely vile. I'll take you to the police station. There's a friendly Officer Hoang there; he'll definitely want to chat with you a bit."
Before, he couldn't see people with evil intentions.
But now, he could see, just by looking into their eyes, seeing deep into their hearts.
Selfish, narrow-minded, cowardly – is that bad?
That's not bad; that's a person's character.
And the bad he saw was the kind that, for some things, would casually harm others' lives.
Cung Hao heard Lam Pham's voice, felt dazed. After a moment, he recovered, looked at Lam Pham standing outside, unharmed, eyes widened as if seeing a ghost.
He dared to guarantee, just now really crashed hard. How could it be this situation?
A survivor in the back seat, condition slightly better, as if thinking of some terrifying matter, hurriedly opened the car door, panicked, and ran towards the distance. He realized the sword-carrying guy definitely wasn't human.
What they did just now absolutely thoroughly angered the opponent.
As for the situation later, absolutely unthinkable.
For him, the only way to live now was to quickly run, find a place to hide.
Quietly watched the opponent flee.
This fleeing survivor was called Lon Phai. He had been in this team for a long time, considered an old member. When he was tricked into joining back then, also thought about running away. But under various temptations, in the gentle embrace of women, completely indulged, felt this place was extremely good.(Lớn Phải -> Lon Phai)
Therefore, he called his best brother over, told him, I've struck it rich here! Hurry and bring money! That brother of his told him, That money is all the family has! You can't scam me!
Towards his brother, he solemnly assured, Rest assured! Absolutely no problem!
Doing this profession is just like that, just continuously pulling people in.
Finally, that brother of his came, knew he was deceived, wanted to go back, was imprisoned. He even brainwashed his brother, but it was always useless. Finally, among the perpetrators of violence, he was also one.
At this time, he turned his head to look at that car, that sword-carrying young man.
Only one thought in his heart.
That is truly terrifying.
"Ugh ugh..."
Zombie roars came.
Lon Phai ran slower and slower, stood dazed on the spot. Ahead, a zombie actually appeared, swaying. Seeing the zombie roaring towards him, he bolted and ran back the way he came.
"Help!"
The zombie, seeing flesh and blood, its ferocity completely erupted, speed reaching its limit, crazily chasing Lon Phai.
In an instant, Lon Phai was tackled to the ground, his neck fiercely bitten.
"So fast."
Lam Pham looked at the appearing zombie. Its speed was different from zombies he saw before, a huge improvement. Since various evolved zombies appeared, he knew there were many types of zombies. Moreover, these seemingly very ordinary zombies, their various abilities, all had different enhancements.
The bitten Lon Phai trembled; this was a sign of turning into a zombie. Infection very fast. When running with that zombie together, speed pulled a distance, several body lengths between them. This was the most effective proof.
"Just infected and turned into a zombie, should be exactly the same as the initial zombies. And this zombie very likely has been wandering since the apocalypse descended until now, has already evolved."
Lam Pham pondered, didn't take the rushing zombie to heart. He thought, if those previously uniquely shaped evolved zombies were a disaster for survivors, then now this kind of ordinarily shaped zombie can also undergo subtle evolution. Then many zombies are of this appearance. Doesn't that mean... survivors' living environment is even more harsh?
As the two zombies appeared, drew his sword, sword light flashed, easily resolved.
Police Station.
Lam Pham stood at the entrance, looked towards the distance. A zombie stood there motionless, watching him. Such a situation had been encountered many times.
Ordinary zombies, seeing flesh and blood, would all charge like mad dogs.
But this zombie didn't.
Very easy to distinguish.
"Monitoring-type zombie."
Killed one before, so knew.
One person, one zombie looked at each other. After a moment, Lam Pham took them into the police station. Hadn't been inside for a long time. Looked at the surrounding environment, still so familiar.
He could feel, because of Officer Hoang's existence, this place contained a kind of energy.
That was the energy of eliminating evil and promoting good.
"Big Brother..."
This group of survivors pleaded for mercy; they were truly scared.
"Shh! Don't talk! Must keep quiet here! Telling me is useless; I'm not police either. I'm just an ordinary person almost rammed to death by you. I am the victim."
Lam Pham tied them up.
Skillfully walked to the desk, wrote down the details of what happened on paper.
"Goodbye."
Waved towards them.
Didn't take away a single cloud. He was a righteous ordinary citizen. Encountering any injustice, would always bravely stand up.
Police Station.
Very quiet.
Cung Hao's expression was furious, yet also a trace of panic. Looked at the surrounding situation, quiet to the point of being frightening. Coagulated blood on the ground, even more so indicated extremely terrifying things had happened here.
"Boss Hao, what do we do?"
"Yeah! Quickly think of a way!"
"Shut up!" Cung Hao struggled; tied really tight. Damn it! Absolutely sick! Anyone not sick wouldn't do this kind of thing!
For some reason.
Clearly only them in the police station, no zombies. But when they arrived here, always felt a kind of palpitation. Perhaps really due to their past profession, an innate fear towards everything related to the police station.
If Lam Pham knew their situation.
It's normal for you to have this feeling, because this is your final gathering place.
Outside.
"It's still there."
Didn't expect that Monitoring-type zombie was still there.
Thought of situations encountered before, would always trigger a zombie tide, causing huge impact on survivors, even hard for any survivor to live.
He walked towards the Monitoring-type zombie.
The Monitoring-type zombie retreated.
Walked.
Retreated.
Walked.
...
This time Lam Pham didn't stop or leave, but continuously walked towards the Monitoring-type zombie, wanting to know where exactly this type of zombie came from. Very strange zombie, like a kind of scout.
Likes to confirm location, then return to make a small report, then launch a fierce attack on the monitored place.
"Hey! Where exactly are you trying to take me?"
Lam Pham said softly.
The Monitoring-type zombie ignored.
As Lam Pham approached, it retreated. This situation was very wondrous. Following continuously, surrounding zombies gradually increased. Swung Frostmourne in hand, representing justice, resolved these ferocious zombies.
This area, since the apocalypse descended, hadn't been here before. So many zombies appearing was also very normal.
After a moment.
He looked at the intersection ahead; that was an underground parking garage of a hotel. Many zombies loitered at the entrance. And that Monitoring-type zombie didn't continue observing him, but walked towards the underground garage.
"Did I chase it here, or did it lure me here?"
Lam Pham pondered. Even if so many zombies ahead, he wasn't scared in the slightest. Zombies, that's all. Not a big deal. He just couldn't figure out what this Monitoring-type zombie wanted to do.
Many times spied on him.
Just like a pervert following a girl.
"Ah! Officer Hoang?"
He saw in the distant zombie horde, a familiar figure appeared. No, wrong. Although the opponent wore a uniform, not the Officer Hoang he knew. Must be someone else.
False alarm.
Still thought it was Officer Hoang.
Just then.
A piercing sound transmitted from the underground garage.
Like a baby crying.
Surrounding zombies, as if affected, scattered towards surrounding alleys. Soon, vanished before his eyes.
Facing the unknown, mysterious place.
For any vigilant person, the best method is not to run around randomly, obediently leave. This kind of place, one look and knew it wasn't a good place.
But for Lam Pham.
Hoang city is our city. Any place can be gone to. No such thing as cannot go.
Parking garage.
Sticky ground. Lifting foot, could see threads clinging to the bottom of the shoe. Surrounding dim, gloomy.
"Anyone here?" Lam Pham called out.
Listening carefully, could hear breathing sounds, also heartbeat sounds.
Immediately after.
He saw it. In a corner, a huge meatball undulated. His mouth opened wide, looking very shocked. Until now, never seen such a large meatball.
Saying it's like a zombie, but really not. Never seen this kind of zombie appearance.
Piercing sound like a tidal wave, spreading in all directions.
Ground vibrated, as if a mighty army was surging this way.
He looked towards the entrance. Densely packed black shadows flickered. Then, only saw countless zombies swarming over. Among them were some wearing unknown officer uniforms, some evolved zombies, even more were ordinary zombies.
"You lured me in, wanting to keep me here, right? Just right. I was thinking of cleaning up Hoang city's zombies. Since you think like this, then I can only draw my sword in self-defense."
Frostmourne in his hand, clearly not illuminated by sunlight, yet still glinted with silver light. Even if darkness enveloped, as long as justice in heart, will radiate brilliance.
No mistake, just this principle.
Zombies in the underground parking garage increased more and more. Anyone encountering this situation, no possibility of survival whatsoever. But here with Lam Pham, no such thing as cannot survive.
The Flesh Mass was a special evolved form among zombies, possessing abilities other zombies didn't. Could emit a special sound, like that Screaming Zombie type, but even more formidable.
Even possibly possessing some faint intelligence.
The Flesh Mass zombie could obtain useful species information from Monitoring-type zombies, could know which creatures posed a threat to them. If discovering a threat, would think of eliminating this threat.
Swung Frostmourne, one sword strike out. The zombie tide before him instantly split apart.
Seeing zombies wearing uniforms, just like other ordinary zombies, savage, violent, completely unworthy of this uniform on their bodies. Any post in the world, always some people unworthy of their position, occupying the position, just like a grain of rice in a pot of clean porridge. Some rice grains pure white, some rice grains with black, always exist, hard to guard against. Even if carefully selected, still will have omissions.
Lam Pham showed no mercy, gave it special attention, one sword strike cleaving the uniformed zombie in two.
"Learn well from Officer Hoang."
At this time.
With the underground parking garage as the center, nearby zombies crazily surged this way. Surrounding survivors stared dumbfounded at the street situation.
Completely didn't know what happened.
Why suddenly, this group of wandering zombies, as if gone mad, actually ran towards the same direction.
A certain supermarket.
A group of survivors surrounded by zombies. They already had no way to escape. To survive, went out to find supplies, yet discovered by zombies. Facing these zombies that had surpassed ordinary people, as long as encountered, surely would be sacrifices.
"Forget it. Living until now truly very exhausting. Finally have to end this damn escape. Just really don't want to become a zombie."
"I see zombies seem not to bite dead people. How about suicide? I have a knife here."
"Ai! Despair, dark without sun! Why like this?"
"My child is right here! He can't wait for me to return! How to live on?"
Ugh ugh!
Zombies roared, rushing towards them.
Just when they thought they were about to die tragically in the zombies' mouths.
Found this group of zombies actually raised their heads, motionless, appearing very sluggish, as if receiving some kind of guidance, running towards the same direction.
"What's going on?"
"Don't know! Never seen this situation before! Zombies actually let us go, running over there! Could it be something we don't know happened?"
"Quick! Grab things and run!"
Underground parking garage.
An ordinary Hoang city citizen was fighting a great battle with zombies.
He represented the side of justice. When his own self encountered threat, must protect himself.
"Flesh Mass! You can attract zombies over! Such ability is really good! I won't eliminate you first! Just want to see how many zombies you can call over! If using my strength alone, can bring surviving opportunities to nearby survivors, I am willing to bear it!"
"This parking garage space is really too small! I'll wait for you outside!"
Lam Pham carried his sword, one sword strike forward. A visible sword qi cut through the air, zombies blocking his path all torn apart, forcefully opening a path.
Arrived outside.
Lam Pham leaped up, landing on a lamppost, looking down at the dense zombie tide below.
Face expressionless.
Sunlight shone on the earth,灑 (sǎ - sprinkled) on people. That warm feeling made him feel an indescribably comfortable, even more so a kind of power always supporting him.
He shouted towards all directions.
"Surviving lucky survivors! I am Duong Quang Apartments' security guard, Lam Pham! Will strive for your chance of survival! The world is not destroyed! Hope always exists forever! Hope you can always live on with hope!"
"As long as alive, there will be opportunities!"
"Darkness will eventually retreat!"
Voice spread in all directions.
Lam Pham held his sword, acting bravely for a just cause, descended. Facing the zombie siege, he just wanted to say...
People possessing hope are undefeated!
And undefeated people will bring continuous vitality to lucky survivors hoping! Now chaotic era, always must someone stand up! And he, Lam Pham, willing to stand up, resist the darkness before him!
Perhaps one year, two years, or a very long time.
But he will not retreat.
This kind of spirit, since young, already embedded in DNA.