Chapter 67 Revenge.
It’s called a choice, but in fact there is only one choice.
The party that holds the power of life and death and the other party whose fate is dominated were once the same species, but because of the virus, they became predator and prey.
The white crystal cores quickly piled up into a small mountain. The woman leading the exchange of cores asked tentatively, "Excuse me... can we leave at daybreak?"
Anselin raised her eyelids and glanced at the large number of ordinary people behind her. It was another base where a commander and his combat-type psychics had fled early, leaving only the "old, weak, sick and disabled" behind.
"Can."
The woman breathed a sigh of relief. She had been mentally preparing herself for a long time before asking this question, but she didn't expect the other party to be so easy to talk to.
Anselin bent down, casually picked up a broken chair leg, weighed it, and suddenly raised her hand and threw it towards the crowd in the distance.
People were frightened by her actions and screamed, holding their heads in their hands. The woman thought the Zombie King had suddenly become angry because of her question, her face turned pale with fear, and she panicked and said, "We'll leave right away! It doesn't matter if it's dark, please spare our lives!"
Anselin walked past her calmly: "If I say yes, it means yes."
"Then what are you doing..." The woman looked back in confusion, only to find that the person pierced by the chair leg was not a survivor, but a zombie who had approached the crowd at some point.
Anselin walked to the zombie who died with his eyes open, bent down and kicked his body away, picked up a crystal core covered with brain matter, walked back and threw it on the hill.
She pulled out a clean piece of paper from somewhere, wiped her fingers, and said impatiently, "I told you from the beginning that you are not allowed to bite people after you become intelligent, but you are still so greedy."
No one dared to speak. Some zombies who were staring at the crowd retracted their eager gazes and closed their mouths to hide their fangs.
"If anyone remains here after the sun rises, I don't need to tell you what will happen to them."
"Thank you, thank you." The woman turned and trotted towards the humans, urging them, "Hurry, get the remaining vehicles out. Aside from food, water, and energy, don't take anything else if you can."
The people who had just thought they were going to die tonight suddenly followed her and ran as if they were filled with fresh water.
"So scary! Are the zombies just going to let us go like this? Will they change their minds later in the night?"
"Ask, ask, ask. What's there to ask? There's nothing we can do if she changes her mind..."
Anselin watched the humans busying themselves with an expressionless face. She raised her slender forearm and hooked it forward slightly. The zombies behind her immediately walked up in an orderly manner to divide up the crystal core.
About four crystal cores can restore an ordinary zombie's ability to think and speak, about ten will restore its memory, and it will become what humans call a second-level zombie, and nearly a hundred can reach the third level. After the third level, the effect of the crystal core is no longer obvious, and eating it is almost the same as not eating it.
Prioritize awakening ordinary zombies to intelligence. This is the order from the Zombie King.
A young zombie wearing blue headphones and possessing mechanical transformation abilities beside Anselin raised his eyebrows. "Before the human internal channels have even come to a conclusion on whether to abandon ordinary people and unite to fight the zombies, these bases have already begun their actions."
Another zombie scoffed, "That's great! We don't have to go to every district in the country. I wonder when they'll finally realize that defeat by the zombies is inevitable. Surrendering early will save more lives."
"Boss, the group of Level 3 zombies that escaped a while ago massacred District 16 a few days ago. They seem to be trying to imitate you in raising an army and implement their plan to eliminate humans."
Anselin raised the corner of her lips emotionlessly: "Then let humans take a breather, and go kill these idiots first."
The high-level zombies rubbed their hands together, revealing satisfied smiles: "Ah, finally we can show off our skills."
…
Time moves forward without stopping, and day replaces night.
There is no day and night cycle in this space. The moment the owner opens his eyes, the system will automatically light up the sky.
The bed was very comfortable, but the biological clock developed over a long period of time made it impossible for the mother and son to resist the sleepiness that was determined to leave. They opened their clear eyes and stared at the ceiling with an empty head for half an hour.
Shu Lan said, "Baby, even though the bed is very comfortable, it would be quite boring if you just sit there and do nothing."
Shu Maomao said, "A little bit."
The system came out to offer its courtesy: "Do you need me to play a crosstalk skit or an audiobook for you?"
Shu Lan sat up and rubbed her hair: "No need, let's go out for a walk."
After unlocking breeding, common meat poultry in the market, such as chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep, and pigs, have their own sheds, and the eggs and meat produced are densely piled in the warehouse.
In addition, every fish swimming in the large lakes in the aquatic area is fat and big.
Shu Lan thought about the food they had eaten in District 10 and said to Shu Maomao, "Mommy, I heard someone say that the richer you are, the stingier you are. It really is true."
The system says that no matter whether it is planted or raised, the seeds will be automatically retained after the harvest, and there will be no situation where there is no next batch after they are eaten up.
To a certain extent, Lin Yi is actually very rich, but he will not distribute his excess food reserves.
Shu Lan could understand Lin Yi's approach from his perspective. Because he had no combat prowess, he had to use strict treatment to buy the protection of the psychics, ensuring that no one dared to challenge his supreme position as commander.
But she didn't have to worry about that, so she decided to eat meat with everyone today. Her son had never eaten meat in his life, so children must eat rich food to grow well.
It was time to go out, and people from a base were waiting for her to release food.
Shu Lan, who had returned to the real world, soon heard all kinds of noisy sounds, and the word "alive" instantly became real.
"The commander is coming out!"
"Commander, come with me and see what that Huo Yu did last night while we were sleeping!"
Huo Yu? What can he do?
Shu Lan followed him out of the tent with a puzzled look on his face, and walked to the place where the psychics from Area 10 were placed before.
The vines used to tie up the people with special abilities are those that grow from the ground. They are tough and strong, and will grow again if they break. Unless Shu Maomao takes back his magical powers, no one can save them.
The families of these people with special abilities would secretly feed them water, and Shu Lan would turn a blind eye because they couldn't escape anyway.
And what Huo Yu did obviously could no longer be ignored.
The faces, necks, backs, arms, and thighs of most of the superpowered people lying in front of Shu Lan...
Any skin that was not tied up had been cut through with sharp objects, and bright red words were carved into it with blood. From the bloody shapes, one could vaguely make out that the words carved were some insulting words.
--dog.
——Bitch.
——Kneeling.
——Masochist.
——Serves you right…
The carver seemed to hate them so much that he wanted to carve every stroke and every line into their bones. Hundreds of people had their skin and flesh turned inside out and were covered in blood. However, he knew to avoid fatal places when he carved them. So even though this group of people looked miserable, they still had a breath left, like lambs being bled, trembling on the ground dying.
Zhong Mei stood by, waiting for Shu Lan to give instructions for treatment.
Du Shaohui ran to Shu Lan with a sad face and said, "Commander, I clearly saw him sleeping last night. I don't know when he ran out. I know I was wrong, Commander. I didn't do the task you assigned me."
"It has nothing to do with you." Shu Lan looked around and asked, "Where is Huo Yu? Did he flee for fear of being convicted?"
Du Shaohui pointed at the group of people gathered near a tent not far away. "That's where the family of this person with special abilities found him this morning and wanted to drag him away and kill him. Brother Fang and his men stopped them and said they would deal with him after you woke up."
Anyone who has followed Shu Lan for a year knows that the commander doesn't like his subordinates to act on their own.
Shu Lan strode over, and the crowd automatically made way for her. Huo Yu, who had just changed into clean clothes yesterday, hugged his head and curled up on the ground, covered with shoe prints and dust.
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