Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

"How could you... with such an important research object... who allowed you to act on your own and blow it to pieces!"

From a distance, Fu Weijun saw the motionless zombie corpse on the ground and the scattered body parts. Sitting in his wheelchair, he pounded his chest and stamped his feet in utter regret, just hating that he had been a step too late; perhaps he could have saved the research subject.

Zhong Xiaoshan took a deep breath and said resolutely, "I ordered Qingqing to detonate the bomb. An unknown mutated zombie appeared in the camp, endangering all our safety. We had to kill it immediately, without any hesitation!"

She knew that Fu Weijun held a special status in the camp, providing items such as Petrifying Skin and Venom Liquid, making outstanding contributions. But as the temporary manager, she had to be responsible for everyone’s safety.

The hulking zombie that burst out like a little tank was terrifying beyond words. If it were allowed to rampage through the camp, the scenario was unimaginable.

"I think Sister-in-law’s decision was very clear!"

Guo Dachao patted the dust off his clothes with a serious expression, stood up, and pointed in the direction of the scenic spot’s gate: "Those two things are like half towers, running around making a racket, even a second more of them here is a disaster!"

"Right, right, right!" Wang Xingui echoed, nodding like a pecking chick: "Earlier, battling with ordinary zombies already cost us one sister, and two others got bitten. We can’t afford to be careless again!"

Lü Leiyang looked serious and said, "This snow clearly made the zombies a lot stronger. We’re not aiming for merit but seeking no fault. I don’t want Brother Su coming back to see an irreparable mess..."

Seeing everyone’s unified opinion, with even Zhang Su’s name brought up, Fu Weijun knew that to keep talking would only make him the target of collective criticism, and in truth, he was not in the right. If the mutated zombie were too powerful, it would be too late to rectify it by then.

Just then, Duan Wuhu came over from Cui Lengxuan’s direction, his face slightly grave, with his concerns almost written across it.

"What’s the problem?"

Seeing Duan Wuhu’s expression, Fu Weijun felt uneasy.

Duan Wuhu glanced at everyone, seeing many people looking at him, smacked his lips, and said, "When I came out... Qiu Hui had a special reaction."

"Oh? What reaction?"

Fu Weijun asked eagerly.

"She had been sleeping well, then suddenly woke up. Luckily she was tied securely and didn’t manage to break free..."

Duan Wuhu rubbed his wrist; he nearly got injured earlier while holding down the thrashing Qiu Hui.

"What happened afterward?"

Zhong Xiaoshan rubbed her temples wearily.

"Did she transform?"

Yang Liehuo was most anxious, feeling a bad premonition.

Duan Wuhu shook his head and said, "She didn’t transform, just lost control a bit. Dr. Xie injected her with a higher concentration of Corpse Transformation Inhibitor, and she passed out again. Let’s hope for a miracle."

The last sentence contained a trace of helplessness.

"Later, those two also need an increased dosage accordingly!"

Upon hearing what happened in the lab, Fu Weijun turned to leave.

Duan Wuhu stopped the wheelchair and said, "Dr. Xie has already injected Fenfang and Jiaohua."

"That’s good, that’s good..." Fu Weijun calmed his urgency and said, "Brother Duan, won’t Dr. Xie in the lab alone be overwhelmed? Maybe you should go back and help him."

"Haha, the three women are all in a coma, at the observation stage; Old Xie can handle it by himself..."

Duan Wuhu chuckled dryly; indeed, he was planning to stay and help in the lab, but Dr. Xie insisted he quickly come to keep Fu Weijun company.

It was evident that Xie Yanshan was quite uneasy about leaving Fu Weijun alone, and this unease existed on multiple levels.

"Alright then..."

Fu Weijun nodded and suddenly saw the shredded zombie parts over there, turning to the worried Zhong Xiaoshan and said, "Dr. Zhong, live mutated zombies are indeed dangerous. When they’re dead, it’s no problem. Can we go take a look?"

"Let’s go, head over together, everyone be careful and adapt as needed!"

Zhong Xiaoshan took a deep breath of the icy air and nodded.

Even if Fu Weijun didn’t come, the others would still have to check the situation. The group cautiously approached the "site" near the scenic spot gate. The concrete ground was full of cracks, the archway pillars blown several meters away, showing how intense the explosion had been.

The scene was indeed tragic, the two bodies were utterly broken. There was no traditional sense of blood, only black viscous liquid seeping from the remnants; limbs were blown everywhere, and both zombies’ heads were thoroughly shattered, which was why they were so dead.

Due to the severe ground damage, Fu Weijun’s wheelchair couldn’t get close. He had to trouble Duan Wuhu to carry him to the corpses. After years of lower body paralysis, his leg muscles had atrophied, combined with the post-apocalyptic food supply, making him weigh only slightly over seventy pounds, not much of a burden on Duan Wuhu.

Fu Weijun picked up a fist-sized piece of tissue from the ground; the density and quality were visibly different from human tissue, with tighter skin and muscle structure, quite hefty to hold. The same volume of human tissue might weigh two pounds at most, but this chunk in his hand was at least five pounds!

"Greater density, higher strength..."

As he squeezed it, Fu Weijun became even more puzzled as to why the zombie specifically used for mutation experiments didn’t mutate due to the snowfall, but the ones kept in the temple had issues?

A series of recent questions left him deeply confused, but the lab’s equipment was too rudimentary, with various biological samples needing examination, unable to access the micro world for further study.