The base commander stood up from the stool expressionlessly and walked towards the door.
It seems that not all high-level zombies are perceptive.
Some zombies can't help but wonder if they could win if a fight broke out.
The base chief is a high-level superhuman, and his flesh and blood are a deadly temptation for high-level zombies.
This allows them to evolve into higher-level zombies.
The base commander's finger pressed on the doorknob, and a flash of purple lightning streaked along the handle.
Thump, thump--
The sound of something heavy falling to the ground came from outside the door.
Then, the base commander pushed open the door, walked out of the room, and closed the door again after leaving.
The machine is still running.
The zombies' howls grew louder and louder, and the entire building trembled slightly at the sound of their roars and chaotic footsteps.
The base commander stood quietly at the entrance to the operating equipment, his body crackling with purple lightning.
Behind him was a door, and in front of him lay a mountain of zombie corpses.
At first, they were ordinary zombies, then they became first-tier and second-tier zombies, and even third-tier zombies.
Amidst the purple lightning, they were all struck through the temples and lay stiffly on the ground.
Some of these zombies were children, some were staff members in white coats, and some were parents who brought their children for identification.
There are more men than women.
In a sense, men are at a disadvantage, since they don't know if they're being cuckolded.
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