Kong Congyu didn't dare to look his teammates in the eye, so he focused his gaze on the instant noodles and said:

"Sorry, that's Imperial Green, I have to try to get it."

Zhao Xiaobao scratched his greasy hair, which he hadn't washed in months.

His chubby, muscular face pouted.

There's a strange kind of naivety about it.

She even said, rather sadly:

"Old Kong, are you really going to abandon us? Only you and the boss have special abilities. The boss went in and won't come out. We can only rely on you."

Kong Congyu: "I..."

The team pieced together a lot of crystal cores.

They all escaped from the jaws of zombies.

We've all been through thick and thin together.

Kong Congyu abandoning them was both reasonable and unreasonable.

Zhao Xiaobao's beard was practically bristling, his arms crossed over his chest, and he glared angrily:

"If you really want to leave, then leave! You don't need to plan the route for us. Chen Bai has the map; we know how to get there!"

Kong Congyu: "I'm sorry, Imperial Green is really rare. If the city gates weren't closed, I could have brought you all in. Even ordinary people who eat it might awaken superpowers. I can't let this opportunity slip through my fingers."

Zhao Xiaobao's chest heaved even more. Pointing towards the city on the ground, he roared, "No need to explain! Just leave!"

The other two remained silent, only Chen Bai spoke slowly:

"Have you thought this through? There's only one Imperial Green. You want it, Yu Bai wants it, and all the other superhumans want it. The City on the Ground is a political entity, so it definitely has well-organized military units. Even if you go in and team up with the boss, how will you split that thing in the end? Two survive and one goes?"

Kong Congyu was blinded by the imperial green color and did not consider things carefully.

Chen Bai's words brought him back to his senses. Yes, there were so many people in the city, and Yu Bai was stronger than him. If they really started fighting...

But that's an Imperial Green Crystal Core.

Chen Bai: "Think about it for two days. Isn't it said that it's very chaotic inside? What if you get addicted to drugs and get the crystal core? We can understand if you want it, we even want it, but the conditions for getting in are not met, so we can only listen to it."

His remarks extinguished Kong Congyu's glimmer of hope.

She quietly took a portion of the supplies that had been distributed to them back for herself.

Chen Bai didn't really want to discourage him.

First of all, the surface city is really dangerous.

Secondly, the fact that Yu Bai only contacted them after such a long time suggests that he was under control.

Kong Congyu got so excited when he heard about Imperial Green.

He's completely lost his composure. With so many people vying for one thing, he can easily lose his life if he gets confused.

Thankfully, he was conscious.

They didn't want to lose a teammate either.

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A bunch of stinky humans!

The little zombie was dizzy and couldn't seem to wake up.

My nose is itchy, but I can't even scratch it because they tied it too tightly. How awful!

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The little zombie used to despise human flesh, but now he wants to bite people and turn them all into zombies! Let them taste what it's like to go hungry!

Her face is soft and chubby, and she's getting prettier as she grows up.

Of course, this ignores the eyes that only have pupils.

No matter how good-looking she is.

The zombie eyes also give it the feel of an exquisite ghost doll.

It's said that the more beautiful something is, the more toxic it is.

Researchers are currently not allowed to access his blood.

Special protective clothing must be worn.

Otherwise, there would be no need to wait until the next day.

You'll turn into a zombie in an hour.

Because of this, there are fewer and fewer skilled medical staff in the city.

The higher-ups are probably afraid that they'll all be infected with the zombie virus.

They are sick and no one is treating them.

They started recruiting, desperate for the imperial green (a metaphor for a highly infected zombie). They weren't medical professionals; as long as they were quick-witted, they'd be put to work after a few days of training, without even being told how infectious the zombie actually was.

Although my feet were locked, we could still touch each other. It was a little itchy, and I tried to rub my toes together to relieve the itch. My stomach was growling with hunger. What a bunch of awful humans!

How could a vegetarian zombie infect humans?

They're all malicious!

The little zombie is unhappy.

It will release an infectious virus.

Most people who go in and do nothing will feel dizzy and lightheaded, and the incidence of illness is extremely high. Wearing protective clothing or not makes no difference; it does not provide any protection.

The system, with its tortoise legs raised, hovered in the air and shook its head.

Although they are pain-blocked, these humans are quite neurotic.

What should we do next?

I don't know who can come to my rescue.

Two more reckless fools showed up today.

The man in protective clothing was holding tools and ready to get to work.

His companion paused for two seconds, and seeing that there were no medical personnel around, asked instinctively, "Aren't you going to give him anesthesia?"

The man in the protective suit paused, his gaze through the goggles falling on his companion, a mocking smile playing on his lips beneath his mask.

"He's a zombie, why would he need anesthesia?"

Companion: "But he seems different from those zombies."

"How are they different?"

"He seems to understand our conversation."

"So what?"

"Give me anesthesia."

"Can I understand you pitying a zombie? I've never seen anything like it before. A zombie is eating you, and you're pitying it? Is your compassion so overflowing that you don't know where to put it?"

His companion was speechless after being rebuked.

He just felt that it was cruel.

I can't get over my conscience.

It's all because the job posting deceived him.

"Okay, I'll pay for the anesthesia." She softened her tone, thinking the man in the protective suit would agree, but instead she was met with a barrage of insults.

"Don't you even know where you are! Even if you're rich, do you think they have anesthesia here? If you're brain-dead, go stir up some trouble yourself! Don't disgust me here!"

yes.

There wasn't even a single medical worker.

It's obvious that the other party only wants the crystal core.

They had no intention of letting the zombies live.

From a human perspective, that's certainly true.

"But what if this is your child..."

"Your job is to cooperate with me!" the man in the protective suit said angrily.