Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

"Old Tan, you don’t know what we went through before. Zhuzi, tell Old Tan about our thrilling moment."

Zhang Su lit a cigarette, finally able to relax a bit. To him, the thrilling moment seemed a bit exaggerated, but it wasn’t so for others.

"Come, come, come, I’m the best at telling stories. Old Tan, let me tell you, the kind of zombies you saw before, our big brother gave them a loud name, Big Guy. They’re not slow, and their strength is crazy. A single slap can turn a car into a hamburger, and with a fierce collision, it can flip a car!

Their heads seem underdeveloped, just a tiny little thing on their necks. We encountered them outside an apartment complex. It took a lot of us shooting together to take one down. Then several Big Guys rushed out together. If our big brother hadn’t acted quickly and sprayed them with that thing, we probably would have all been running for our lives!"

Zhao Dezhu pointed to the hot cargo box beside him. The previous rollover had left many scratches on it, but fortunately, it was sturdy enough with only slight deformation, nothing too serious.

Tan Huajun was surprised after Zhao Dezhu’s recount: "I thought that the Big, Big Guy?"

"Yes, for now, we call them that. It should be a mutated zombie that appeared after this rainfall, just that there are quite a lot of them..."

Zhang Su nodded.

"I thought the Big Guy just had a large build and looked clumsy, but I didn’t expect it to be so powerful. Luckily, they’re afraid of fire, so we still have something to rely on."

Tan Huajun’s body was strong, but the contours of his cheeks had become more defined since the disaster, and he talked about battle details with much more confidence than before.

"No, no, no, I need to correct this."

Zhang Su quickly waved his hand: "The Big Guys aren’t afraid of fire. It’s the Fire-breathing Zombie’s flames that are so hot and fierce. Never try to use ordinary fire against the Big Guys!"

"Fire burned the Big Guy, and we don’t know if its burning state would make it even more powerful..."

Zhao Dezhu added, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

"If it’s like ordinary zombies, where their combat power increases after being ignited, that would be terrifying!"

"We can’t rule out this possibility. If there’s a chance, catch one and bring it back for research. Anyway, the best way to deal with such a big guy is long-distance shooting. Close combat would be very troublesome."

Zhang Su said seriously.

Tan Huajun exclaimed with an exaggerated expression: "Such a powerful creature, who would dare to confront it head-on? That’s just asking for death."

"Heh..." Chen Hanzhou grinned: "Brother Su dared. He personally took one down, so everyone let him name the Big Guy."

"So that’s how it is. Impressive, impressive!"

Tan Huajun nodded, eyes full of admiration.

"Report! All zombies are completely dead."

"Same here."

"Not a single one left alive in this area!"

After a short while, the scene was thoroughly checked, and all zombies were completely taken care of. People moved with difficulty through the corpse-littered mall, the scene was a total mess.

"Brother Su, should we call people to come down and clean up? This place is unbearable."

Liu Yao stood akimbo, looking at the battle-damaged Lego shopping mall, shaking his head.

"Don’t be in a hurry to clean up yet. Old Liu, Old Yang, arrange some brothers to stand guard. You come with me upstairs to check out the situation."

Zhang Su looked through the gaps towards the street. Qi Xiaoshuai hadn’t ventured into the building across yet. He was loitering outside, listening for any sounds, probably with his own plan.

Heading from the curtain wall to the safety passage, the floor was strewn with debris, mostly zombie corpses, and there were many shattered obstacles. The marks on them recorded a tough struggle, and then there were the corpses of the fighters...

The living hadn’t been properly treated yet, with no time to deal with the dead, a bleak reality. But this was the post-apocalyptic world, where human lives were not much more precious than wild grass.

The group climbed to the second floor, and ordinary members of the Lego Branch gathered in the corridor immediately saw their hero.

"King Yama..."

Someone immediately bent over in reverence, looking devout.

"King Yama."

Others followed suit.

"Just call me Brother Su. King Yama is what enemies call me. Don’t crowd here, go about your business, keep everything as usual, no chaos."

Zhang Su waved his hand at the crowd, then instructed, "Organize a team to prepare food. It’s getting late, and everyone is starving."

"Aye Aye, got it!"

"Alright, Brother Su, we’re on it."

Upon hearing this, everyone was instantly energized. They hadn’t contributed much in the previous fight, but now they finally had a chance to be useful, spreading the word eagerly.

Many people, upon learning that they were to cook for the fighters, rolled up their sleeves and got busy with the warehouse managers.

The ordinary members were in high spirits, but Zhang Su remained vigilant, arranging for Pan Guoliang and Jia Shiqin to assist.

In a former ladies’ clothing store full of injured folks, the sky’s clouds remained, darkening the whole Lego shopping mall.

Wu Baokang fetched a batch of camping lights for emergency lighting, trying to illuminate the entire shop as much as possible. These supplies originally belonged to Liao Youzhi. Although he didn’t need that many, they were locked away in the warehouse, thanks to his leader’s privilege.

"Ah... my hand."

"Please don’t cut my leg..."

"I’ll just leave it to fate. If I live, it’s a blessing; if I die, it’s my destiny. I won’t force it!"

The atmosphere inside the clothing store was complex. Some were filled with a desire to live, willing to go on even with just a head, while others had accepted death and given up treatment. Most, naturally, wanted to live but couldn’t decide to amputate, filled with inner conflict. Yet, time didn’t allow for delay.