Now the military forces are mainly focused on rescue operations in urban areas.

It was not difficult to use heavy firepower to eliminate the group of mobile and mechanical zombies.

But in the past two days, mutated zombies and mutated creatures suddenly appeared, each of which was a monster with terrible power.

According to Zhou Zhengye, in just two days, the rescue operation was attacked by five mutant zombies, causing very heavy casualties.

Therefore, the military's actions have become cautious, and special teams have been dispatched to investigate the situation in various places.

"We did find that a very small number of survivors had different degrees of physical changes, but they were only stronger and had slightly changed in size... The higher-ups believe this is some kind of post-apocalyptic genetic pollution, and the specific research department is still studying it."

Zhou Zhengye paused, "But we have never encountered a monster like this rock giant that can ignore firearms. We have also never heard of a mutant like you who can kill it instantly with a shadow."

Fang Ming nodded and roughly understood the situation. It was actually worse than he had imagined. The decisive intervention of the military prevented the situation from continuing to deteriorate, but instead it continued to improve.

"Now that the situation has been resolved, I will leave first."

He had been fighting all day and was exhausted.

The giant shadow behind him began to twist and dance, shrinking in size and moving into Fang Ming's shadow.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhou Zhengye hurriedly tried to persuade him, "Little brother, do you want to go to the safe zone with us? With your ability, maybe we can completely solve the zombie crisis in the entire city!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely apply to the higher-ups to arrange the best treatment for you! Then you will be a national hero!"

Fang Ming paused, glanced at the captain, and seeing his sincere expression, he sighed.

"First of all, I don't want to be a hero."

"Second, I'll give you a piece of advice. Believe it or not..."

He threw the scrapped grenade in his hand upwards, and the grenade drew a parabola and flew high into the sky. A 30-jin long-handled double-edged knife suddenly appeared in Fang Ming's hand.

Under the incredulous gazes of Zhou Zhengye and the soldiers on guard nearby, Fang Ming held the long handle in one hand, aimed at the grenade in the air, and with the terrifying force, the heavy Mo Dao stabbed out like a javelin.

The Mo Dao pierced through the grenade that was more than ten meters high in the air and fell to the ground with a heavy crackling sound.

"Am I powerful?" Fang Ming showed a bright smile.

"Awesome...very good." Zhou Zhengye subconsciously gave a thumbs up.

"Even someone as powerful as me cannot say that I have full confidence in facing this terrible end of the world. The end of the world has just begun."

Fang Ming just gave them a warning on a whim, then stood up and left.

"I wonder what I should call you?"

"Fang Ming."

Zhou Zhengye quickly threw over a small military communication device and Fang Ming caught it.

"Four days later, the fog descended, and I was left to my own devices."

…

"Captain, do you really believe what he said? Maybe he is the monster that escaped from the black hood!"

A light team member stared at Fang Ming's back as he left, with his gun pointed at him from a distance.

"At least he didn't show any aggression. As for what he said, we just need to submit the report and leave the rest to the higher-ups... Also, put down your gun! Don't seek death!"

The soldier put down his gun indignantly, and the distorted shadow behind him also quieted down.

…

As the sun sets in the west, the village in the city seems even darker and more depressing, especially with the roars of zombies coming from far and near from time to time.

A shadow flashed across the alley, and the roaring zombies immediately quieted down and staggered away.

Fang Ming transformed into a shadow, passing through alleys at an extremely fast speed, weaving through the streets and alleys in the urban village.

It only took a few minutes to reach Lane 7.

He walked out from the shadows and looked at three corpses lying at the door of the first floor of his house. Their muscles were shriveled and their bodies were thin. They were already dead.

Three idiots, he thought to himself, swiping his card to enter.

Finally he was home again, and the familiar environment gave him a sense of belonging.