Chapter 600 Qingyu's Trump Card

"Zombie King, how dare you!"

A furious shout rang out, and Qingyu finally arrived.

He led the soldiers behind him over the earthen slope and surrounded Han Shuo and his group from both sides.

“Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang…”

The sound of guns being cocked rang out in unison. The soldiers lined up neatly in their positions, their black muzzles aimed at the zombie king. As long as Qingyu gave the order, they would launch an attack without hesitation.

...

"oh?"

The zombie king's angry expression suddenly became quite interesting.

He surveyed the soldiers in front of him and immediately recognized that Qingyu and his group were survivors who had escaped from the underground research institute.

"Interesting, very interesting... There's quite a lot of support, and there are so many fearless people."

He muttered to himself, turned to look at Qingyu standing next to Feng, and then looked back at Han Shuo in the crowd.

He slowly raised his left hand, pointed at Han Shuo, and continued speaking.

"Have you also come for this person?"

As soon as the words fell, Qingyu, with a solemn expression, called out with equal determination.

"Zombie King, if you want to kill my brothers, you'll have to get past us first!"

This statement can be considered an affirmative answer to the Zombie King.

...

At the same time, Xiao Zhao, Fatty, Lao Wu, and the others all had excited expressions on their faces.

The teams led by Boss Feng and Qingyu actually came to rescue them one after the other. Under normal circumstances, who would receive such treatment or have such a grand gesture?

They felt that even if they died today, they would have no regrets...

Han Shuo sighed helplessly in his heart.

Sigh~

"In the end... it still dragged Brother Qingyu and the others into it."

He gazed at Qingyu's imposing figure, feeling an indescribable sadness in his heart.

By a twist of fate, within just one day, the four most powerful forces in the world—the Corpse-Clad People, the Cyborgs, the Zombie King, and the Genetically Modified Humans—have all gathered here.

Moreover, more or less, it was all for their sake.

Han Shuo already felt very guilty about the fierce battle with Wai Di, in which the four silver-haired people sacrificed themselves to save them.

If Feng and Qingyu's group were to die at the hands of the Zombie King today, Han Shuo felt that he would truly become a sinner for all time.

...

At this time, Qingyu had not brought too many people.

There were only about 2,000 soldiers, but they were all combat personnel. Zheng Deliang and Yu Qing were also there, while Dr. Lin and others, as well as the largest group of ordinary survivors, were not in the team.

Han Shuo did not find the leader of Lunen among them, but he did see some mercenaries.

Each person was armed with a gun. Behind the column, there were several armored vehicles, as well as some cannons and rocket launchers placed on the ground.

Although this is a very powerful force, Han Shuo felt that it was still far from enough to face the endless army of the zombie king.

The atmosphere at the scene became extremely tense.

...

At this point, the zombie king became even less anxious.

Ever since he stormed the underground research institute and killed Yue Zongyang, he had been bored for a very, very long time...

Today, with so many people coming to play with him, the Zombie King suddenly found things to be interesting.

Seeing that Number 1 still hadn't made a move, he slowly put down the scythe in his hand, strolled over to Qingyu, and asked with interest.

"If I remember correctly, your name should be Qingyu."

“You may not know me, but I’ve heard of you when I was in the underground research institute.”

"I never imagined that before Yue Zongyang died, he would make you his successor."

When asked a question by the zombie king, Qingyu did not answer again.

Because at that moment, every pore on his body was instantly opened.

Although he had heard of the Zombie King before, this was the first time he had ever seen him in person.

The two sides were so close that only by experiencing it firsthand could one feel the invisible, terrifying pressure emanating from the zombie king.

...

Feng, standing to the side, was probably the most composed person present.

The zombie king walked forward alone without fear, merely shifting his gaze without launching an attack.

Because no one understands the Zombie King's strength better than him.

Even though the two sides were so close, he didn't have a chance to kill with a single blow.

Once he makes his move, it means that this war will break out instantly, and the losers will definitely be them.

Now that Qingyu and the others have arrived to provide support, Feng decides to try a different approach to the battle.

Given the current situation, it's unlikely that everyone will escape unscathed, but at the very least, he can hold off the zombie king. With the help of others, Han Shuo and his group have regained hope of escaping.

This is the wind, the situation it wants to see next...

...

Meanwhile, the Zombie King wasn't angry that Qingyu hadn't answered his question.

Looking at Qingyu's resolute and stubborn face, he couldn't help but see a trace of Wang Zhen in him.

"Hmm... Yue Zongyang, that old fellow, has a pretty good eye for people."

"but……"

He paused for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Han Shuo behind him, and unusually uttered a joking remark.

"However, I feel that this kid might be more suitable for this position."

"After all, he single-handedly gathered all of you together, and even Number 1 is willing to fight for him."

As soon as the words fell, Qingyu's body jolted violently.

The zombie king's two sentences just now suddenly reminded him of the scene when Han Shuo gave him the black identity card.

The speaker may not have meant anything by it, but the listener may have taken it to heart.

Recalling the past, Qingyu had a strange expression on her face and turned to look at Han Shuo.

Han Shuo, expressionless, pretended to ignore Qing Yu's gaze and stubbornly refused to admit it!

He had kept this secret completely to himself for a long time.

...

Seeing that everyone remained silent, the Zombie King shook his head and turned back to his army of the dead.

"Boring, boring..."

"I thought you were going to tell me what was so special about this kid that made so many of you work so hard for him."

After saying that, he suddenly turned around, his face instantly turning cold.

"I told you, this man will die today!"

"If I want to kill someone, can you stop me?"

The flock of corpse birds in the sky immediately became ferocious, and the army of the dead on the ground also began to stir at this moment.

A great battle is about to break out, and the zombie king has clearly lost his patience.

However, Qingyu remained fearless.

Under everyone's gaze, he stepped to the front of the line, waved his hand, and shouted resolutely.

"Zombie King, if you dare to make a move today, then stay here and die with us all!"

As the voice faded, a massive transport vehicle slowly drove up from behind the crowd.

On it was loaded a hydrogen bomb!