Chapter 438 Ambition Emerges
To be honest, the loss of his left arm last time has always been a painful memory for Wai-di...
Every night, he would think of the faces of Han Shuo and the others.
If it weren't for this group of people, he wouldn't have been ambushed by Wang Bahu.
Although, at this moment, Wang Bahu had already become a half-corpse, and even become his subordinate.
However, this still couldn't completely vent his anger!
Because the group of people he resented the most were still alive and well in this world.
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Wai-di also had his own selfish motives for leaving the zombie king this time.
While he wanted to clear the obstacles in front of his master, he tried his best to find Han Shuo and the others.
He wanted revenge, he wanted to see these people die before his eyes.
Unfortunately, to be honest, even if he encountered the other party now, he wouldn't dare to take action himself.
After all, he's missing an arm, which has greatly reduced his fighting ability...
When he heard the man in front of him, wearing a zombie skin cloak, say that he could create a new arm for him, how could he not be excited?
Because this means he has a renewed chance to avenge his enemies!
As for whether he himself is a match for Han Shuo and others, Wai Di is not worried at all.
In his view, he had no shortage of turbid fluid; right now, he had plenty, so much of it…
Later, he could grab any researcher who had escaped from an underground research institute, and he believed he had plenty of ways to get them to purify the turbid liquid for him.
In short, if he can regain a new arm, he will be able to return to normal combat strength.
Besides, he didn't want to rely on these half-corpses forever; he wanted to become stronger, much stronger...
Because, upon seeing this Corpse-Clad Organization today, a strange thought unconsciously arose in his mind.
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The next moment, with excitement on his face, Wai Di lifted the leader up with one hand.
"Are you sure what you're saying is true!?"
"Hmph! You dare to lie to me? I'll show you what it means to be alive when death is more painful!"
"Sir, I wouldn't lie. Our technology really can achieve that, and it's not the kind of prosthetic limb. We guarantee it will look exactly like a real one!"
The leader of the corpse-wearing men was clearly frightened by Wai Di's gaze. Fearing that the other party would not believe him, he turned around and called over a man behind him.
“Dorn, come here quickly, sir. He has one finger made with nanotechnology. You can take a look.”
As soon as the voice faded, the corpse-wearing man named Dorn quickly crawled over.
He responded with the same look of fear.
"Yes, yes, yes! Sir, look."
Wai Di casually threw the leader's weapon on the ground and stepped forward to examine Dorn's fingers closely.
Sure enough, you can tell at a glance that this person's thumb is fake.
Soon, a look of ecstatic joy appeared on his face.
Because he saw that the person's prosthetic finger was no different from his own, and could move with perfect agility.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
This time, Wai Di burst into a wild, excited laugh.
He completely believed the other person's words, and in his mind, he even pictured himself with his left arm restored...
"Okay, okay, okay!"
He said "good" three times in a row and patted Dorn's shoulder hard.
Immediately afterward, he suppressed his excitement and turned to ask.
"What organization are you from? Do you have any other accomplices?"
The leader couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead. Looking at Wai Di's reaction just now, he already knew that the three of them had finally saved their lives today.
He quickly knelt at his feet and responded respectfully.
"Sir, people call us Corpse Cloakers. We have many companions, but they are scattered all over the world, all collecting and controlling these zombies."
"Oh? The Corpse-Clad Man?"
Wai Di nodded, memorized the name, and then asked again.
"Are there any of your people left in this country?"
Yes, yes, yes!
The leader quickly replied, and at that moment, he decisively betrayed his companion.
Because he had already realized that the little boy in front of him, who could control so many half-corpses, was clearly not a normal human being.
In particular, the immense power displayed by that half-corpse man who resembled a human tank was something he had never seen before and dared not even imagine.
After observing various things, he felt that being able to follow in the footsteps of these people might not be a bad thing, and might even lead to a better future...
Although he was somewhat opportunistic, he didn't care at all.
Especially in this apocalyptic environment, he deeply understood a principle: only by attaching himself to a more powerful force could he survive longer...
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"Sir, our organization has sent two teams to this country. We are Team 4, and there is another Team 2 in the north. Their situation is similar to ours, with five people in each team."
After hearing this, Wai Di nodded in satisfaction.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to survey the surrounding horde of corpses.
Looking at the zombies standing still, he couldn't help but mutter a sentence to himself.
"Besides half-zombies, can I also control other zombies...?"
At this moment, even Wai Di himself probably didn't realize that, unknowingly, the seed of ambition was quietly rising in his heart!
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One minute, two minutes...
Time passed slowly, and the scene remained completely silent.
At this moment, Wai Di seemed to be struggling with something inside. After an unknown amount of time, he finally made up his mind.
His eyes narrowed, and with a resolute expression, he uttered three words.
"take me!"
As soon as the words fell, the three corpse-wearing men all showed expressions of joy.
"Yes, yes, yes! M-Sir..."
At this moment, the leader mustered up his courage and asked a question.
"My lord, if I may ask your name, I wish to remember it."
"Um?"
Wai Di frowned, and the name "Wai Di" unconsciously popped into his mind.
This name filled him with deep disgust, and he also disliked his original name just as much.
"It's time to change my name..."
He pondered for a while, and soon he had an answer in his heart.
He turned around, looked at his three subordinates at his feet with a wicked smile, and spoke.
"Since you are called Corpse-Clad Men, then I shall be called Corpse-Strategist!"
"Also, don't call me 'sir,' call me 'master'!"
After he finished speaking, he pulled out his whip again and lashed it with a snap, striking "Wang Bahu," who was gnawing on a corpse nearby.
Corpse Driver, Corpse Driver... A human who drives zombies with a whip. He was quite satisfied with this name.
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