The clowns and eight weirdos said they were innocent victims.

Bu Tiange's mouth twitched, "If you have something to say, just talk it over. Don't bother talking."

"You can't do this to that woman."

Chen Fan said coldly, "Those lowly humans are not worthy of you treating them like this."

Bu Tiange asked back with amusement: "How I speak is my business, what right do you have to control me?"

Before Shen Fan could speak, she continued, "I know you are disappointed with humans. Don't worry, I never had any hope for them."

It would be foolish to have any bottom-line expectations of the general public.

Bu Tiange didn't want to save the people from danger, she just wanted to complete the task and happily trample them under her feet.

The ice quietly vaporized.

Bu Tiange flexed his wrist and said unhappily, "Please distinguish between friend and foe next time. You'll lose me if you do this."

The soldier on duty saw the two men, approached them with his gun drawn, and loudly demanded, "Who are you?"

Bu Tiange raised his eyes slowly and asked softly, "Excuse me, where is the military hospital?"

The soldier was wary at first, but after making eye contact with her, he quickly lost consciousness and replied, "Turn left after leaving the military headquarters."

"Thank you."

Bu Tiange smiled, climbed up her slender hands to his neck and twisted it hard.

With a "crack", the soldier's neck twisted and he fell limply to the ground, dead.

The clowns pounced on him, spit out their long tongues, expertly cut his throat, and began to bite him.

Bu Tiange's expression changed, and Shen Fan stopped her, "He is too hungry, let him go."

Bu Tiange frowned, "You're just going to let him go like this?"

"I know him better than you do," Chen Fan said. "He is no longer human. There is no need to always constrain him with human rules."

Bu Tiange said unhappily: "Oh, is this why you bit me?"

"Because I like you, so you can only be mine."

Shen Fan said, putting his arm around her waist, "Promise me you will never betray me."

The wound on the neck that had not yet scabbed over felt hot.

Bu Tiange smiled, "Chen Fan, if you want to control me, just say so. I won't fall for it."

System: "Host, the system cannot detect the zombie virus in your body. The target person probably just wants to establish some kind of connection with you.

"And it's a connection that can only exist between you and him."

Bu Tiange asked: "What connection?"

"The system doesn't know." The system laughed dryly, "I'm afraid you, the host, will have to experience it with your heart."

Bu Tiange:?

If you experience it two more times, she will be gone, okay?

The clown burped, a look of contentment on his face that didn't match his age.

"Mom, I'm full. Where are we going next?" He waved at Bu Tiange and asked happily.

Bu Tiange patted his little head and said, "Let's go see an uncle."

Military hospital.

The officers' ward was bright and clean, with a warm lamp casting a soft glow, alleviating the oppressive feeling brought by the heavy clouds outside the window.

"He's coming! Let me out!"

Zhao Yan was pressed on the hospital bed by doctors and nurses. As his emotions fluctuated, a heat wave rose in the ward.

Zhao Yan, a mid-level fire-type mutant.

The doctor advised with a stern face: "Adjutant Zhao, your injuries are very serious and you must rest."

"He's coming. I can't just sit here and wait to die!" Zhao Yan roared with red eyes, "Do you want me to die?"

The doctor said, "There's no one else here, Adjutant Zhao. You're hallucinating."

"Get out!" Zhao Yan suddenly waved his arms and threw a circle of fire around the bed.

The medical staff were forced to retreat, Zhao Yan pulled out the tubes inserted into his body and slowly stood up.

The firelight illuminated his face. He pursed his dry lips and spoke tremblingly, "Who is it?"

The door burst open.