Chapter 37 Final Solution.

"That irregular army is so powerful?"

Jing Hongyu said, "That's right. Every year, District One selects a group of people from various bases for training. They say these people will be the main force in clearing out zombies. They're definitely more powerful than us guerrillas."

The monkey said, "Then they are really unlucky to have missed out on a top-tier electric-type esper like me."

Jing Hongyu teased, "How about I sign you up after we get back this time?"

"Goodbye, goodbye. My code name is Monkey, and playing jungle is my destiny."

Lucas came over and patted the monkey: "The captain said that Patrick and I will be on guard tonight. You've been driving all day, go to sleep."

"Oh, okay."

The monkey got up and went into the tent that had just been erected.

Lucas changed the batteries in the radio and extended the antenna so it was in the center.

There has been no more sound on the radio since the irregular army was blocked at the airport by the zombie tide that acted in advance in the evening.

So after the talkative monkey left, the crowd guarding the fire suddenly became extremely quiet.

Jing Hongyu had a good sleep in the car during the day, so he was not sleepy at the moment. He did not go into the tent, but took the position of keeping watch.

He was bored and started to play with his special ability. He drew out a flame from the fire, forming a small fire dragon in the air. The dragon danced vividly with his fingers for a few circles, and finally went straight into the sky and exploded like a firework.

Under the same night sky, outside the District 9 Airport, a huge flame exploded, illuminating everyone's sight.

The two cars leading the way were blown to pieces. All the people who were resisting the zombies outside had to squat down and hide. Only the zombies advanced without feeling any pain despite the flying iron pieces. As long as the bullets did not cause fatal injuries, they could use all their muscles to get close to the living, tear off their weapons, and open their sharp teeth.

A zombie lying on a soldier was blown away by an air cannon. It was the special ability of the bearded man Gao Yun. He looked down and saw the wound with teeth marks on the soldier's neck. He raised his hand without hesitation and aimed it at the terrified face of the injured man.

Compress the air, increase thrust, and launch.

The soldiers' heads exploded like tomatoes falling from a high altitude.

Looking at the endless stream of zombies ahead, Gao Yunyun sank into his dantian and shouted, "Get out of the way."

The trained people quickly retreated to both sides, but the soldiers who did not hear in the chaos were still firing at the front.

Gao Yun pushed forward with both palms. A strong airflow came out of his hands with overwhelming force, blasting the living people, cars and zombies in front of him away for nearly twenty meters. A wide road appeared in the middle of the tide of zombies.

Cold sweat dripped down Gao Yun's brow, which showed how much effort it took to use this move.

He lifted up his armor, pulled out a needle of medicine from his waist, injected it into the artery in his arm, and shouted, "Get in the car."

All the psychics used their special abilities to clear out the approaching zombies, then got into the car and closed the door.

The zombies quickly pounced on the cars again, and the car windows were filled with clapping hands and horrified faces. Some of the cars even smelled of urine.

Gao Yun and several psychics climbed to the tallest car, and when they threw out the air compressed to the extreme, they could blow away a row of zombies.

Besides this, other psychics were also showing off their prowess. Though the low-level zombies were numerous, they were no match for the psychics. They were either reduced to limbs scattered on the ground or left behind by the departing vehicles, chasing them in vain.

Gao Yun knelt on the roof of the car, looking back at the zombie tide that he could not catch up with. Finally, he relaxed his shoulders and pressed the communication button on his helmet: "The irregular army has broken out of the airport and is rushing to the base in District 9."

After a while, the same joyful female voice was heard on radios across the country.

"The irregular army lived up to expectations and broke through the zombie horde at the airport. They will soon arrive at the District 9 base and fight alongside the people of District 9."

Little did they know that after the broadcast ended, nearly twenty dark shadows emerged from the buildings along the road, caught up with the car at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, climbed up, and pierced the chests of the psychics who had just relaxed and thought they were safe with their sharp claws.

Blood trickled down the car window. Before the driver could react, the sturdy bulletproof window was shattered by a punch, and a hand reached in from the roof and grabbed their necks.

After the clicking sound, the driver died on the spot.

The out-of-control vehicle twisted and turned and crashed into trees and buildings. A dark shadow got into the car from the driver's seat. The people in the car screamed, were in chaos, and were at a loss as to what to do.

The narrow space inside the car completely limits both escape and counterattack.

Thirty minutes later, the vehicle stopped quietly by the roadside. The two hundred people who rushed out of the airport turned into corpses on the ground, and only more than twenty figures were still standing.

A thin figure dragged Gao Yun's body off the roof of the car. He kept his eyes open and refused to close them. He didn't even see who killed him before he died.

The thin figure had the same unfocused pupils. He was a zombie, a level three zombie.

He took off Gao Yun's helmet and, imitating Gao Yun's previous tone, said in a low voice, "Heading to the District 9 base."

The third-level female zombie next to her licked the blood on her fingers and said with a wicked smile, "It doesn't look like him at all. Find someone else."

The tall and thin man curled his lips and threw the helmet to the third-level zombie who looked like a middle-aged man next to him. All the standing figures here were third-level zombies.

The middle-aged man took the helmet, pressed his nose, and said in a muffled voice, "Heading to the District 9 base."

There is still a slight difference, but it is negligible.

The others nodded, and the zombie who looked like a middle-aged man put on his helmet and pressed the communication button and said, "We encountered an attack midway, and it has been resolved."

The other third-level zombies gave him a thumbs-up and got into the car. The convoy set off again and headed for the survivor base in the center of District 9.

Seeing the approaching headlights in the darkness, the guards at District Nine were startled. They flipped the switch on the gate to the electric fence surrounding the base and shouted excitedly, "Here they come! The superpower army is coming!"

He didn't see that everyone in the driver's seat had blood on their hands.

Commander Jiang He had been waiting for a long time. He led a group of managers to the gate to greet them, but was suddenly grabbed by the deputy commander: "Close the door, close the door quickly! I see the life countdown above everyone's heads has turned red! Don't let this convoy in."

The deputy commander's special ability is to predict the remaining life time. Green represents safety, blue represents danger but relatively stable, yellow represents warning that danger may appear at any time, and red represents imminent danger.

Jiang He's expression darkened in an instant, and he picked up the intercom and shouted, "Close the door!"

The sentry pressed the closing button on the gate, and only one of the speeding vehicles drove in, while the rest were stopped outside the gate.

The tall and thin man who rushed in was quickly surrounded by the psychics who appeared. The voice of the intercom rang everywhere, informing everyone of his abnormality.

"The people in the car are not wearing military uniforms. They are all zombies, high-level zombies!"

This news caused the people in the District 9 base to panic. Fortunately, there was only one car rushing in. After the psychics from District 9 arrived, more than 20 people worked together to kill the invading zombies.

But the vehicles outside kept hitting the gate, and where the lighthouse in the center of the base was sweeping, dense swarms of zombies appeared like locusts.

The second wave of zombies appeared, this time targeting the base in District 9. Jiang He saw the hordes of zombies below, and fear seemed to surge like a tide, drowning all his confidence.

With her hands and feet weak, she walked to the radio station and sent a communication request to her superiors in the central government, her voice desperate and frustrated.

"Report... The support troops have been completely annihilated. District Nine Commander Jiang He requests the activation of... the final plan."