"Synchronize my coordinates with the higher-ups, monitor my vital signs, and once the green light goes out, just wipe this place out." Ye Shaoheng pulled a grenade from his waist and clicked his tongue: "I'm incredibly lucky today, this is the outskirts of the city."

"Captain Ye?" The members of the secret team were shocked, not expecting that Ye Shaoheng had reached the point of entrusting his son to someone else.

"Seriously, it's such a hassle without Sister Yin here." Ye Shaoheng cracked his knuckles and looked at the team members behind him: "What are you looking at, you rascal? Pull someone back a bit."

"If you utter another word, you'll all be punished when you get back."

"Captain Ye, that's a whole carriage full of people! Are you really going to go alone?" the junior officer exclaimed. "They're locked up in the carriage right now. As long as we report it promptly and have people prepare weapons, we can evacuate the crowd and wipe them out as soon as we arrive at the station..."

"What if the carriages can't be closed?" Ye Shaoheng retorted. "Are these carriages very sturdy? Can they guarantee that a bunch of reckless lunatics can safely reach their destination?"

"The slightest oversight could cause the entire city to fall, and all our previous efforts would be in vain." Ye Shaoheng muttered under his breath, "What are you standing there for? Retreat!"

Such a confined space is not a good place for group operations. Fighting inside a train carriage is not only crowded with too many people, but also could lead to accidental injury to teammates.

The secret team officers swallowed hard and quickly pulled the detained woman and the infant to the other end of the carriage.

The first rule of the secret squad: Abandon worthless concern and pity, and absolutely obey orders.

Ye Shaoheng half-squatted down and carefully fastened the mask.

What incredible luck! Ever since he got that special protective suit, he's been wearing it without taking it off, and he's already using it after only a few days.

"Clang..."

"boom--!"

The grenade rolled over, and with a loud bang, it exploded perfectly, blowing the last carriage apart without damaging the door.

Ye Shaoheng seized the opportunity and leaped up before the explosion had even ended.

The protective suit was indeed very effective. He only felt a shock and did not feel any pain from the explosion before he successfully grabbed the edge of the blown-up carriage.

He somersaulted onto the carriage, squeezed through the crack in the door, and slammed the door shut behind him.

As Ye Shaoheng entered the carriage, the previously restless zombies suddenly quieted down. They scrutinized Ye Shaoheng, seemingly trying to identify his scent.

The protective suits have a special coating that disrupts the human body's scent, making the human emit a metallic smell, thus reducing the zombies' ability to concentrate their attacks on a target.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ye Shaoheng locked the carriage door behind him, looked around, and was immediately glad he had made that choice.

This space is still too small for the zombies. The surrounding metal sheets are already cracked, and the glass is also cracked. If we go any further, the zombies will probably run out.

But didn't Tokine say that the earliest zombies were weak and were only used to defeat humans so that they could be easily controlled?

Never mind, strike first!

Ye Shaoheng took off his coat, and with this action, the zombies seemed to finally realize that the humanoid thing in front of them was probably a living person, and they swarmed forward.

The bluish-gray zombie opened its mouth wide, its sharp teeth covered in bluish-gray grime, and the stench of blood was overwhelming. Even through the mask, it was suffocating. The next moment, Ye Shaoheng sliced ​​open its skull with a knife.

This is a modified special machete, hard, sharp, heavy, and capable of withstanding temperatures up to 2000°C. When it encounters resistance, it releases a temperature of 1500°C, helping the machete to penetrate the zombie's skull and precisely cut open the zombie's brain.

With just one turn, half of the heads of the surrounding zombies were severed. However, the knife was indeed heavy, and Ye Shaoheng had to turn half a turn more to steady himself.

Ye Shaoheng gripped the knife with both hands, as if he had transformed into a raging bull, and the zombies in the carriage decreased at a rapid pace.

The last carriage wasn't very crowded to begin with, only about half full, but after a few rounds, a lot of people had collapsed.

Ye Shaoheng breathed a slight sigh of relief. The trouble here was less than he had imagined, and it shouldn't cause any problems...

"when--"

Ye Shaoheng's expression changed. The broadsword was very heavy, and he could barely swing it with great force. However, the sword was suddenly bounced back by an even greater force. The force of the bounce, combined with the weight of the broadsword, immediately caused Ye Shaoheng to take several steps back.

Upon closer inspection, Ye Shaoheng felt a chill run down his spine.

Ordinary zombies are generally devoid of intelligence; their bluish-gray skin resembles a skin disease, and their eyes are mostly white, suggesting they are not very smart.

But this zombie... seems to have humanity!

"Waaah—"

This was a large zombie, with long hair that looked like it had been glued to its cheeks with hairspray.

This zombie doesn't seem to have any hair loss problems!

They definitely don't stay up late!

It was very tall, its head touching the roof. The normal height of the car is 2.8m, but this zombie was drooping its head as it touched the roof. Judging from the appearance, this zombie was 3m tall!

It didn't look strong; it was skinny, as if a layer of skin was pasted on its bones. The bluish-gray spots on a normal zombie looked like a thin layer of scales on it, and its sharp nails were a third longer than those of a normal zombie.

"Waaah—"

The zombie was making a whimpering sound, rhythmic and melodic, which Ye Shaoheng could easily identify as a form of language.

"Aren't you going to help?" Nan Zhu asked respectfully, kneeling beside Shi Yin.

Shi Yin sat on the roof of the car, her legs swinging casually in the wind along the edge of the carriage, her eyes half-closed, seemingly enjoying the breeze of the suburban countryside.

"Hmm, I'll get some exercise." Shi Yin looked up when she heard this: "Do you think I should go?"

“If Mr. Ye dies, you’ll have to work overtime again,” Nan Zhu said softly. “For Mr. Ye, these zombies might be too early now.”

"Sister Yin, don't you have memories? I think this zombie has some sense of reason." Ji Chuan sat to the side, curiously peeking through the gap in the car roof at the fighting inside: "Can't we read memories to see who sent them?"

"Reason is unrelated to memory. Memory is the movement of thought. These zombies are novice manipulators. They possess a high level of combat instinct and can guide the actions of low-level zombies. Generally, one manipulator is assigned to every hundred low-level zombies."

While enjoying Ye Shaoheng's battle, Shi Yin also explained things to the two newcomers.

[Sister Yin, Sister Yin, the system has a question!] System No. 6's voice rang out.

"Hmm?" Shi Yin raised an eyebrow.

What would happen if the manipulator were killed directly?

“Low-level zombies will lose their target,” Shi Yin said. “The coating on the protective suit itself will change a person’s aura to that of an inanimate object. Zombies will ram you into a wall, but they won’t come over to bite you.”

[That's why we need an operator... Ah! That's why there's a mastermind behind it all, someone's causing trouble!] System 6 thought it was particularly clever.

"That makes sense, but that's not how it's done," Shi Yin shook her head.

"People have different talents, and so do zombies. Some people are born to become high-level zombies, and after becoming manipulators, they will instinctively control low-level zombies. This has nothing to do with whether there is a mastermind behind it."