Chapter 537 Arrival at the Desert Oasis
Inside the secret passage, the three men stood dejected and silent.
In the end, it was Han Shuo who was the first to stand up.
He followed the secret passage to the exit and carefully pushed aside the loose stone slab above him.
Through the crack, he saw that the outside was empty and all the zombies had left.
He turned around, waved to Fatty and Xiao Zhao, and said.
"Come on, you two calm down. We need to get out of here now."
"Otherwise, the Corpse-Clad Man might turn back. We can't miss the chance to escape that the silver-haired and blond-haired people risked their lives to create for us."
"Yes, Brother Han!"
"Okay, okay..."
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The two responded and slowly stood up from the ground.
Han Shuo pushed aside the stone slab, picked up the backpack full of food from the ground, and leaped back up.
The scene was eerily quiet, as if the room were completely silent.
After Fatty and Xiao Zhao came up, the three of them quickly ran out of the pyramid without saying much.
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As soon as he stepped outside, Han Shuo saw zombie corpses scattered all over the ground.
These corpses bore fatal wounds inflicted by blunt force and sharp blades, piling up and spreading far into the distance.
No need to look, this is a recent masterpiece by the silver-haired and blonde-haired individuals.
Han Shuo continued to investigate and found some pure white liquid remaining on the ground.
Looking at these, he felt a pang of pain in his heart, because these liquids were the energy fluids from the bodies of the silver-haired brother and sister.
Unfortunately, after the three of them tracked forward for two minutes, they still couldn't find the silver-haired and blonde-haired figures.
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"What should we do? What should we do next?"
The fat man had already lost a sliver of fighting spirit and spoke weakly.
"We haven't even reached the oasis where the old man is, and we've already lost two companions..."
In fact, Han Shuo and Xiao Zhao were also filled with negative emotions.
Breaking out from such a massive horde of zombies is incredibly difficult.
"Let's go, it's not safe here. Let's leave and talk somewhere else."
Han Shuo ignored the fat man's question, led the two of them in one direction, and continued running into the distance for more than half an hour before finally stopping.
This distance should be considered safe; even if the scavengers return to the pyramid location, they won't be able to find any trace of them.
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The three men, covered in sweat and looking disheveled, huddled in a sand dune.
Han Shuo took out a water bottle from his backpack and handed it to the fat man.
"Let's rest for a while. We still need to move towards the oasis."
"Because I believe that the silver-haired and blonde-haired people are still alive!"
"Have you two forgotten what the silver-haired brother said before he disconnected the communicator?"
After he finished speaking, the two of them paused for a moment, then immediately began to recall.
The fat man slapped his thigh and said excitedly.
“Yes, the silver-haired brother said that the corpse-wearing people won’t kill them, we must go and save them.”
Xiao Zhao's face lit up with joy and excitement.
"That's right, as Silver-Haired Brother mentioned before, although the two sides have a deep-seated grudge, the Corpse-Clad Organization's goal is not to kill them, but to obtain the laser weapon technology they possess!"
"In this situation, the Corpse-Clad Men must have captured them. We still have a chance!"
Han Shuo nodded, a hint of coldness in his eyes, and clenched his fist.
"Yes! We have to go save them!"
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Before I knew it, another day had passed.
The pyramid where Han Shuo and the others were located was already very close to the oasis in the center of the desert.
That noon, the tattooed man led his men back to their hideout.
He pushed open a door, sat lazily on a chair, and began to speak.
"Grandpa, those people are indeed quite troublesome. This mission is only half complete."
"Um?"
The old man let out a soft "hmm," stood up from his chair, leaning on his cane, and began to speak.
"This is the first time you've ever messed up, kid. What happened? Tell me in detail."
"There's not much to explain; capturing prisoners alive is indeed quite difficult."
"Take them alive? Didn't I already say that those three humans are at your disposal? When did I tell you to leave them alive?"
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The tattooed man felt uncomfortable sitting in the chair, so he got up and walked to the sofa next to him. He lay down before speaking.
"Those three humans, like the long-haired man I brought last time, all possess combat abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people."
After saying this, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, his interest piqued.
"So that's how it is. So these humans were helpers brought by that cyborg."
The tattooed man nodded and continued speaking.
"One of the men, who was wielding a knife, looked to be just as capable as the golden-haired cyborg."
"real?"
The old man glanced at the tattooed man in disbelief, remained silent for a moment, and muttered to himself softly.
"Strange, how can humans become so strong?"
The tattooed man waved his hand, interrupting the old man's thoughts, and spoke.
"Grandpa, in short, they got away this time, but we still gained something. We captured one of the cyborgs. You can interrogate him anytime. Also, this is the thing you've been thinking about."
After he finished speaking, he took out the hilt of the silver-haired laser sword from his pocket and casually tossed it over.
The old man reached out and took it, his face beaming with joy.
He quickly turned around and walked to the workbench behind him, opened the lightsaber and began to study it.
"Hahaha! Good, good, good, not bad at all. Although you didn't complete the mission this time, you did bring me a surprise, so it's fair to say that your merits and demerits cancel each other out."
"The reconnaissance nanobots in the desert are deployed in a rather scattered area, and I haven't received any good feedback so far."
"Those who escaped may still come here. I will later instruct my men to deploy all the reconnaissance nanobots outside. You need to take care of everything then!"
"If possible, we should still keep them alive. If they don't know what's good for them, then it's fine to kill them all. As for the cyborgs, capturing just one is enough!"
"Alright, go ahead, don't bother me again for the time being."
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After listening to the old man's words, the tattooed man shook his head with a wry smile.
Knowing that the old man was a research fanatic, he stopped disturbing him, got up from the sofa, yawned, and walked outside.
"Okay, I got it. I'm going back to get some sleep. Don't worry, it won't go wrong this time."
"Killing them is much easier than leaving them alive!"
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That evening, Han Shuo and his two companions finally arrived at the location of the oasis.
They lay in ambush in the jungle, cautiously groping their way forward.
Just then, footsteps suddenly came from the bushes nearby.
"Shh, shh, shh..."
Upon hearing the noise, Han Shuo instinctively assumed that he had been discovered by the Corpse-Clad Organization.
He drew his Tang sword from his waist immediately, but the next moment, the three of them stared wide-eyed.
A short figure suddenly emerged from the dense grass; it was blond!
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