Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

Zhang Su’s gaze swept across everyone’s faces and suddenly spotted a strange figure.

Chen Hanzhou stood among the crowd, earnestly staring at the zombie corpse on the ground.

"Xiaochen, did you find anything?"

Zhang Su asked, seeing how closely he was observing.

Chen Hanzhou looked up to find many people watching him. He scratched his head in embarrassment and continued, "Brother Su, don’t you feel like these few zombies seem very interested in it?"

He pointed to the overturned cargo truck as he spoke.

Thinking is necessary for human progress, and Chen Hanzhou’s question immediately sparked thought among everyone present.

Based on previous experiences, zombie attack targets are usually locked onto humans, especially humans who make noise are prone to attack. Recalling earlier scenes, several robust zombies seemed very persistent in attacking the Fire-breathing Zombie?

"Now that Brother Chen mentions it, I do feel there’s something to that."

"Could it be that these creatures also know the Fire-breathing Zombie poses a threat to their lives?"

"No way, don’t tell me zombies can have consciousness, or else what are we fighting for!"

People nearby murmured softly, and Zhang Su heard these discussions. He was also analyzing and drew conclusions similar to the others.

From any perspective, he didn’t want to see zombies possessing any consciousness. It would be best if they only had a simple desire to attack, as that would make them the easiest to deal with. Once they possess other thoughts, things will gradually become complicated.

"What magic does the Fire-breathing Zombie have to attract them?"

Chen Hanzhou walked over to the cargo truck by himself, stretching out his hands as if to warm them by the fire.

Qi Xiaoshuai stood next to Chen Hanzhou, also extending his hands to warm them, smiling as he said, "Maybe they’re cold too!"

Everyone smiled, stopping their thoughts since just thinking like this wouldn’t yield answers. But in the crowd, one person still had a thoughtful expression in their eyes, and that was Ju Mumio, although her object of contemplation was not the robust zombies on the ground, but Chen Hanzhou in front of the cargo truck.

"Hey, buddy. Do you think maybe..."

Zhao Dezhu furrowed his brows and said, "Could it be that these creepy things see the Fire-breathing Zombie as their leader and are all coming over to follow it?"

Zhang Su’s mouth twitched: "You’re all getting more outlandish. If zombie behavior were that easy to research, it would be great... All we know now is one thing, and that is that these zombies have an interest in the Fire-breathing Zombie, and then we need to protect the Fire-breathing Zombie, it’s that simple!"

Everyone agreed with this point. The power of the Fire-breathing Zombie was evident; without it today, the battle would have been quite brutal, unimaginable.

"Hm? The snow has stopped..."

At this moment, Zhang Su suddenly noticed something different. He looked up at the sky; the dark clouds were still there, but the white snow was gone. Because there were bonfires burning nearby, and the Flaming Zombie was emitting heat, there was no snow accumulation on the ground. But looking into the distance, the ground had about a centimeter of snow, and from the look of the clouds, this snow wasn’t finished yet.

Came suddenly, left mysteriously...

Still staring at the cargo truck, Chen Hanzhou looked up at the sky, and a faint red light flashed in his eyes again, though he was completely unaware of it. He only glanced at the overturned cargo truck with a hint of nostalgia before rejoining the crowd.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you!

The question was why the Fire-breathing Zombie attracted robust zombies, but it concealed the fact that he himself was also attracted by the Fire-breathing Zombie!

Ju Mumio stood in the crowd; if not for the battle, she almost had no presence, giving a sense of elusiveness. She fixed her puzzled, contemplative gaze on Chen Hanzhou.

With questions in her heart and no answers in sight, she moved closer to Chen Hanzhou, hoping to capture the desired information more keenly.

These subtle actions were hidden within the crowd, unnoticed by anyone, as everyone’s attention was on the sudden and then swiftly departing snow.

"The snow wasn’t heavy, but it did a lot, turning ordinary zombies into mad dogs, even spawning such monsters!"

Zheng Xinyu poked the robust zombie on the ground with her baseball bat. Its flesh and skin were very solid, not at all like humans, and according to Fu Weijun’s research, these zombies’ body structures no longer had any relation to humans.

"Buddy, you’re probably the first human in the world to kill such a monster, why not give it a name, so we have a standard way to refer to it later."

Zhao Dezhu suggested with a laugh; usually, these matters were advocated by Yuwen, and under prolonged exposure, he had come to understand a bit of it.

"Yeah, yeah, Brother Su, Brother Zhuzi is right."

"The hero who first kills such a monster must have the right to name it."

Zhao Dezhu’s suggestion instantly sparked a good response. Some secretly regretted not coming up with such a brilliant idea themselves.

Zhang Su gave Zhao Dezhu a strange look, glanced around at his companions, then smiled without modesty, "I hope these few are individual cases, and afterward, we don’t encounter them again. If there are more, let’s call them Big Brutes, straightforward!"

"Big Brute Zombie, clear and direct, a good name, what a good name!"

"Let’s try it, everyone look, here comes a Big Brute! That shout, everyone knows what’s happening, fantastic."

"Brother Su is truly both literarily and martially talented!"

With more people, there were more sycophants, and each one went to great lengths to flatter.

"Speaking of..."

Zhang Su changed the topic, looking at the applauding Liu Yao, "The name is secondary, Old Liu, how many zombies did you cram into this so-called Imperial Garden neighborhood? In such a small place, seven Big Brutes popped out! Who knows if there are more inside..."