Chapter 129 The black muzzle pried open the teeth and stabbed...
The people in the car didn't understand for a moment, and Zhou Lingxi was a little confused: "What?"
Not the meeting point? Then what is it?
Fangzhou's students?
Without a second thought, Chu Hai stepped on the gas at Fu Qing's signal, and the car sped off towards Donglin Avenue.
Fu Qing didn't speak again, his gaze seemingly fixed on a point in the void, as if there was something in that air that they couldn't see.
The others dared not disturb them, exchanging glances secretly, a sense of unease rising as if a storm was brewing.
...
As the blade slashed down, the bracelet on Su Huaijin's wrist lit up, and she subconsciously lowered her head.
When her two teammates saw her stop moving, they quickly stepped forward to cover her and separated her from the zombie.
Su Huaijin managed to catch her breath for a moment and quickly checked the information that popped up on her bracelet.
In combat mode, the bracelet can be set to Do Not Disturb, preventing distractions caused by sudden vibrations.
In Do Not Disturb mode, only messages from people you've set as "special followers" can be sent. For Su Huaijin, that meant a name—
Fu Qing.
Su Huaijin took a half step back. The message he opened contained only a short sentence: [Accelerate the elimination of devout believers, especially those without special evolution.]
This message was sent to all students near the first assembly point.
Speed up the removal process?
Su Huaijin frowned and glanced around.
The streets were divided into countless "battlefields." Devout believers and student groups fought together. The soldiers who had originally stood on both sides of the street with guns as guards guided the refugees to flee eastward toward the high school, occasionally helping to finish them off. They rushed to help when civilians were attacked, while many others protected their vital organs and squeezed through the fighting crowds whenever they could.
The scene is no longer as chaotic as it was at the beginning; in fact, it can be said to be completely under control.
Although there were casualties, the number was much smaller than expected, and most of them were devout believers.
Over the past week, the soldiers had suffered greatly at the hands of special evolved zombies such as runners and giants, with countless comrades dying at their hands. Therefore, this time, after being warned in advance by the people of Fangzhou that "there may be many special evolved zombies among the believers, and those with intelligence will be more difficult to deal with than those without intelligence," the soldiers did not hold back at all when they attacked.
Firstly, there were many ordinary people around, and they were afraid that if they didn't kill them with a single blow, they might provoke the other side and injure the civilians.
Secondly, after witnessing the tragic deaths of his comrades-in-arms, it would be impossible not to feel hatred in his heart.
Knowing that the devout believers would inevitably appear, Tian Xuejun had informed the soldiers involved in the battle of their existence in advance.
Those in the know were all outraged.
In just one week, hundreds of millions of our compatriots have been infected and died. Knowing that these people have voluntarily joined the zombie camp and stood on the opposite side of humanity, how could they not hate them?
The bodies of devout believers lay scattered on the street, most of them with their heads blown open, utterly dead.
The winding stream of blood flowed down the roadside into the sewer, spreading a nauseating, pungent stench of blood.
Su Huaijin felt that they had cleaned up quickly enough.
If that's the case, why is the principal still urging them to hurry up?
She stared at the corpses, and after a while, she gradually sensed that something was amiss.
The principal emphasized that there were "devout believers without special evolution," in other words, they were like the skeletons back then, only with enhanced physical abilities but without showing any obvious alienation.
This type seems to be particularly prevalent among the devout believers who participated in this event.
Unlike runner-type zombies, which are as thin as skeletons covered in skin, or monstrous zombies, whose corpses are enormous even when they fall.
These ordinary believers, after they die, are almost no different from ordinary people.
Moreover, after they appeared today, they seemed to have been focusing on the students and soldiers fighting, and despite being in a crowd, the number of ordinary people who died at their hands was much less than expected...
A strong sense of unease crept into Su Huaijin's heart. Before he could sort out his thoughts, he dared not waste any time thinking and immediately urged his teammates to speed up their actions.
However, at that moment, a devout believer who had been subdued not far away suddenly began to struggle violently.
It was held firmly by the shoulders by two armed soldiers, but it was still struggling to shake its body. As a result, the tip of the knife of a student who was about to strike deviated by a few centimeters, and a huge, deep vertical gash that exposed the bone was cut into its face.
Its face was almost split in two, and it trembled violently in pain. For a moment, Su Huaijin actually caught a glimpse of a fearless attitude in its eyes.
It was so fast it felt like an illusion.
The next second, the devout believer, dressed as an ordinary refugee and wrapped in unusually thick clothing, suddenly opened his mouth and, with all his might, threw his head back and let out a blood-curdling scream: "Aaaaaaaahh ...
"The soldier killed someone! Help!! Aaaaaaah!!"
"I'm not a zombie! I'm still alive!! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!"
"Please! Please!"
Blood covered most of its face, and the wound on its lips masked its indistinct sounds. Its piercing cries for help instantly echoed through the sky.
The surrounding student soldiers were all stunned for a moment.
Even ordinary people who were running away with their heads down were drawn by the cries for help and couldn't help but stop and turn around to observe the situation.
Su Huaijin's expression changed drastically.
She finally realized what was happening, her eyes widening in fury. A terrifying possibility flashed through her mind, and she roared urgently, "Quick! Kill it!! Shut it up!!!"
Having said that, she didn't wait for anyone else to act and took the lead in rushing over.
Su Huaijin was never a fighter, but at this moment she completely disregarded everything else, filled with murderous intent, and charged forward with her sword drawn.
In his anger and frustration, he even ignored the sharp, piercing sound of brakes beside him.
No one saw how Fu Qing appeared. It seemed that before the car had even come to a complete stop, she had already jumped out, bypassing Su Huaijin and the others who were slow to react, and pounced forward like an arrow released from a bow.
The screams stopped abruptly.
The devout believer blinked only once before being kicked in the chest, his sternum caved in, and his body flew several meters away, crashing heavily to the ground and rolling several times before finally coming to a stop. The sound of his skull, spine, and limb bones breaking together could almost be heard.
It lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move for a moment, and could only watch in horror as Fu Qing approached step by step with a cold face.
The car braked suddenly and lurched forward several meters before coming to a stop. Bai Xianglei and the others hurriedly got out of the car, just as they brushed past Fu Qing.
"Could I borrow this?"
Zhou Lingxi felt a sudden lightness on his body, and when he looked down, he saw that the automatic rifle on his body had been transferred to someone else.
Zhou Lingxi: "...!!"
All eyes followed Fu Qing's retreating figure. They saw her step on the believer's sunken chest, hold a gun in one hand, forcefully pry open his teeth with the black muzzle, and shove it directly into the believer's half-open mouth.
I felt excruciating pain all over my body, including my mouth.
The tip of my tongue tasted the cool, rusty flavor mixed with gunpowder smoke.
But none of this made it feel as chilled as the gaze of the person in front of it.
"Keep shouting! Why did you stop?"
As Fu Qing asked the question, he calmly pulled the safety pin.
The crisp click made the believer's expression change.
With someone stepping on his chest, he couldn't breathe properly, and his already pale face became even more noticeable as he lacked oxygen, gradually turning a lifeless gray.
The gun barrel plunged deep into its throat, and physiological tears, snot, and saliva mingled and rolled down its cheeks. The fear of death made it tremble all over, but thinking of its mission, it still forced itself to whimper.
"Waaah..."
Perhaps, just maybe, things will take a turn for the better.
With so many people watching, perhaps she wouldn't dare kill herself.
It still has a chance to survive.
The anticipation in her heart instantly cooled when she met Fu Qing's eyes.
People slowly gathered around, but Fu Qing didn't even blink.
She put her index finger directly on the trigger.
Faced with imminent death, the devout believer's will to survive finally erupted. It desperately tried to push open the gun barrel with its tongue, the only part of its body that could move, its pupils dilated: "Ugh! Ugh ugh!"
No, don't!
—Bang! !
The ground exploded, revealing a pool of crimson, and the world fell silent.
The moment the gunshot rang out, a faint, suppressed gasp escaped from the side.
Fu Qing turned around in response and saw a woman holding a child not far away covering her mouth and taking a few steps back in a daze. When she met Fu Qing's gaze, her legs suddenly went weak and she turned around to try to hide in the crowd.
But it was too late. Su Huaijin and Song Rushuang, who had run over after hearing the commotion, reacted quickly and grabbed her. After glancing at the baby in her arms, they softened their grip and half-dragged, half-pulled her to the principal.
The woman was limp and didn't dare to look at the unrecognizable corpse of the believer on the ground; she trembled like a leaf.
"Principal." Xue Ran, Qin Yufei, and the others also ran to Fu Qing's side, looking at the woman warily.
“Principal, they want to…” Su Huaijin started to say, but then stopped.
There were too many people around, and she already had the answer in her heart; there was no need to say it aloud to confirm.
Bai Xianglei and the others had heard someone calling for help on their way here, but they hadn't seen who was calling for help. Now, combining Fu Qing's actions and what she said in the car, they suddenly realized...
The believers' purpose today is not to infiltrate the shelter at all!
They wanted to take advantage of the large crowd to demonstrate the existence of intelligent zombies and instill the idea that even if infected, there is still a possibility of survival and maintaining sanity.
It even misled unsuspecting onlookers into believing that the authorities were concealing part of the truth and were indiscriminately killing innocent people.
Once the news gets out, what will those whose family and friends have been infected think?
What would those who witnessed the official zombie-clearing operation think?
Every minute since the outbreak, the situation has been changing. As the number of infected people increases, the government inevitably has to clear out infected people in the surrounding area while assisting survivors.
The initial policy of capturing and imprisoning the infected has long been rendered ineffective; imprisoning them wastes the safe space that could have been used to house survivors.
This was a choice made out of necessity.
The survivors gradually accepted the concept that "infection equals death." Exposing the existence of intelligent zombies at this time would be tantamount to dropping a bomb on an already calm sea.
The situation where the military and civilians were united in fighting against the apocalypse could be shattered in an instant.
Bai Xianglei and the others felt a chill creep up from the soles of their feet, and cold sweat instantly poured down their faces.
What are a few devout believers who sneaked into the shelter?
Their real purpose is to turn all the people who enter the shelter into potential followers of the Zombie King.
The people of Fangzhou and the soldiers could find the infected believers, but they had no way of distinguishing ordinary people with guilty consciences.
In the previous life, social order collapsed extremely quickly, and survivors were scattered in the corners of the city, lacking effective means of communication. But this life is different. There is the internet and countless shelters, and the faith of believers will spread more quickly.
Bai Xianglei was sweating profusely when he saw Fu Qing bend down and snatch the phone from the woman's hand, which she was trying to hide in her pocket.
The woman was powerless to resist, her face ashen.
Fu Qing turned on the screen, and the image appeared in the photo album, which contained several videos of student soldiers killing believers.
After quickly glancing through the information, she turned off her phone and tossed it to Bai Xianglei: "She's not the only accomplice. Besides the infected believers, there are also uninfected people in the crowd. Your cyber security department will be very busy from now on."
The Zombie King is far more adept at using the network than ordinary hackers. Even if nearby communications are temporarily disrupted, it likely has ways to spread videos and images, and even bypass censorship.
Chu Hai never expected things to develop in this direction.
Weren't they fighting zombies? It's fine to think of it as fighting an infectious disease or an alien species, but now it seems like it's turned into a game between two factions—and even involved espionage??
He was simple-minded and bursting with a sense of justice, and he simply couldn't understand this kind of behavior—standing on the opposite side of humanity, worshipping other races, and climbing up by stepping on the lives of his fellow countrymen.
His gaze toward the woman now held a hint of disgust.
Just then, noticing the baby in her arms, Chu Hai exclaimed, "Why is there another child?!"
"It's probably stolen." Bai Xianglei took the child away directly. Among the young people present, he became the one with the most experience in holding children. "This child is emaciated from hunger, but she has a rosy complexion. She came here with some ash on her face."
Zhou Lingxi saw through their scheme at a glance: "Are they trying to pretend to be a family of three? Once the man dies, the wife will come out with the child and cry. With the child there, it's easy to gain sympathy. People who don't know the truth will never think that this is a zombie's plan."
Let alone those who are unaware of the situation, even those who are aware of it find it hard to accept that the zombies have engaged in a "battle of wits" with them.
There's no way around it; the image of zombies in movies and TV shows as mindless and relying solely on physical attacks is just too deeply ingrained.
Moreover, this time, they also gained the cooperation of humans.
Bai Xianglei called people over, handed the child over, and instructed them to take care of him while keeping an eye out for anyone looking for the child. He also glanced at the surrounding crowd and whispered a few words of advice.
Immediately, a group of people quietly gathered nearby, separating the group who had stopped after hearing the commotion from the others who continued running forward without knowing the truth.
There is a very high probability that the devout believers responsible for filming were mixed in among them.
The remaining people, though innocent, must be separated from the others in the shelter and housed separately afterward. This is partly to prevent any from escaping, and partly out of concern that the incident may have already affected them.
At a glance, the number of people wasn't large, but there were still several dozen.
If Fu Qing had realized the believer's intentions a moment later, if she had stopped the believer's actions two seconds slower, if she hadn't noticed the woman holding the child in time...
The number of people who need to be separated at the scene is far more than just these few dozen.
If there are too many people, and they blend into the crowd, the situation will become a hundred times more troublesome.
But... Bai Xianglei noticed that the crowd had begun to whisper among themselves.
How to appease and persuade these people next? His mind raced as he stared at the gruesome corpses on the ground.
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