"I lost nearly a thousand secondary infected bodies and obtained information about a first-level ability user. This transaction is not a loss..."
The man standing on the roof of the bungalow murmured without any emotion in his tone, but it could still be seen from his slightly trembling body that the man was trying to calm his inner turmoil with self-comfort.
The entry-level general-level zombies have the same appearance as ordinary people except for having a pair of purple eyes. Although they do not have extraordinary strength and exaggerated speed, general-level zombies have a special ability.
That is to control other zombies through mental power.
But this kind of control is only temporary. If you want to establish a permanent control relationship with the target zombie, you need to inject the black liquid unique to general-level zombies into its eyebrows.
This step is called [Recognition].
The car-level zombie standing behind the man was obviously a mutant zombie he had recognized.
"Now there is only one Tier 2 car-level zombie left around me. I have to find a way to replenish it quickly..."
Although the man's identity is only an E-level experimenter in the T organization, and he has also become an experimental subject of a secondary virus, the goddess of fate seems to have favored him in another way.
That is to become a general-level zombie and control another way of survival.
"Fortunately, there are no other ghosts around. If there are one or two more gray areas, I will have to change places again..."
After closing his eyes and feeling it, the man whispered.
In fact, he was just a general-level zombie who had just transformed into a complete body. He was extremely lucky to be able to recognize a car-level zombie and a horse-level zombie.
Although he has more information than ordinary people, as an E-class member of the organization, his understanding of the changes in the world is limited to being able to name the mutated zombies and roughly understand their abilities.
But fortunately, after he transformed into a complete body, he had instinctive guidance, so that he could plan and complete things that were good for him.
When people are hungry, they need to eat whole grains, and when zombies are hungry, they need to eat flesh and blood.
Just as the man was planning his next move in his mind, three black figures of different heights appeared on the road a kilometer away from him.
The three black figures were none other than the driver and others who had previously driven the bus and followed the large group at a distance.
Compared with the narrow perception range of the man on the roof of the bungalow, the bus driver's perception range is obviously much stronger.
"Really, the red and orange light spots haven't moved, and there's no gray area around them. It's an excellent opportunity. Let's hurry up..."
The driver seemed to be in a good mood, as if talking to the monster behind him, or talking to himself.
At the same time, his steps stopped and his body fell backwards.
This operation, which was like a fall on flat ground, did not cause any harm to the driver, because the moment he lost his center of gravity, the giant man following him had already reached out his big hand and gently picked up the driver.
The adult's body was as light as a feather in the giant man's arms. After a while, the driver was riding on the giant man's neck, holding his bare head with both hands, and sat firmly on it.
Although this scene looks very much like a child riding on an adult's neck, in this terrifying night scene, no one dares to laugh out loud.
"Really, I have to use this shameful way of traveling again, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, I just eat everyone I see."
The driver's purple pupils narrowed into two crescent moons, and a few wrinkles appeared on his not-so-young face.
After feeling that the driver had settled down, the giant man immediately accelerated and ran forward in long strides.
His running range
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The speed was very high, almost covering a span of four to five meters in one step, but the driver sitting on his neck did not feel any discomfort, and his body just kept shaking as the other person ran.
The monster with a bone shield no longer guarded it, and it squeaked a few times, speeding up and chasing after it with weird postures.
Although he couldn't catch up with the giant man's running figure, he didn't gain much distance.
It didn't take long for the giant man to lead the driver into a low-rise residential area. There was no light around, but the giant man seemed to have a navigation map and could clearly understand the way to go.
The driver riding on the neck of the giant man had closed his eyes at this time, and the dark alley turned into a translucent gray model in the driver's mind, outlining every detail delicately and accurately.
But what was different from usual was that there was not even a single white light spot in these alleys. There were only two light spots, one red and one orange, in the direction they were heading.
"Really, where did those white light spots go? Could it be..."
A trace of vigilance flashed across the driver's face, and the giant man beneath him immediately stopped moving forward and stood there blankly, like a machine waiting for instructions.
In the driver's mental perception, the white light spots belong to ordinary zombies that can be seen everywhere, that is, secondary infected bodies.
In the post-apocalyptic world after the virus outbreak, such secondary infectious agents are everywhere. Although the distribution varies in density, it is impossible for an area not to have even one secondary infected agent.
Now that this situation has occurred, it can only mean that there are people in this area who can control zombies like him.
Or an existence that can devour zombies.
But in the driver's perception just now, there was no gray area, which proved that there were no other mutated creatures in this area.
Then there is only one result left.
Among the orange light dots and red light dots in front, there is at least one being who can control zombies.
"Really, it seems that we have met the same kind of people. I am so confused. Should I go up and say hello..."
The driver was lost in thought.
In fact, he originally thought that the red and orange light spots were just ordinary mutated zombies. He couldn't control them at first and thought there was something wrong, so he went to check.
But what he didn't expect was that judging from the situation in front of him, the two pure virus bodies actually contained the same existence as him, which made the driver a little worried.
If both of them are similar to him, then the driver has nothing to worry about. After all, a mutated zombie like him has nothing to be proud of except manipulating other zombies to protect and attack.
Even in terms of ferocity, it is not comparable to the weakest secondary infected body.
But if there is only one second-order pure virus that is similar to him and is orange, then his situation will be a bit dangerous.
The opponent is most likely controlling powerful mutant zombies to attack him.
"Really, how could I forget you? You are also a serious orange dot. If you really can't beat me, wouldn't it be easy to run away..."
The driver slapped the giant man's bare head hard, making a crisp sound.
The giant man was still like a robot waiting in place, without any reaction.
The bone shield monster with two pairs of handle eyes also caught up with the two at this moment. Its tubular mouthparts expanded and contracted slightly, seeming to echo the driver's muttering to himself.
"Yes, and you, protect me when the time comes..."
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The night wind blew gently. It was already past midnight, and the temperature of the air had dropped a lot.
Although it is almost June, the wind at midnight is still blowing
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It will give people a little chill.
However, the man standing on the square roof didn't seem to care about this. After finishing his long meditation, the man seemed to have made up his mind and raised his head.
When he was meditating just now, the power-type zombie behind him seemed a little restless, but at that time the man's attention was focused on considering the problem, so he was not distracted from the investigation.
"It's time to leave..."
Thoughts came together in his mind, and before he could make any move, a dark shadow enveloped his body, blocking the weak moonlight.
"It's really true! It made me worry for a long time. It turns out you are not an orange light spot, hehehehe..."
Strange voices sounded from the corner, with a little excited laughter...
The man's purple pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to control the car-level zombie behind him to do something, but he soon discovered that the unrivaled second-level car-level zombie seemed to be firmly restrained by huge force.
"Oh, they are all orange dots of light, and they are all big guys like this. Who can win in an arm wrestling match? I'm really looking forward to it..."
From the corner of the roof, a man wearing work clothes slowly walked out. He looked to be about forty years old. The work clothes on his body were dirty, but the collar and cuffs were unusually neat. It was obviously the result of regular tidying.
The dark shadow that shrouded the man came from the bone shield monster with two pairs of stalked eyes. At this time, it was standing quietly behind the man, staring at the man in front of it with its four small eyes.
"You and I……"
Scanning quickly with his peripheral vision, the man sadly discovered that there was a strong power zombie not far from where he was standing. At this time, he was wrestling with the power zombie he controlled. Although he could not win, he still couldn't win. It is obvious that he will not fail easily.
The man wearing a thin shirt opened his mouth and only spit out two broken words, not even a complete sentence.
At this moment, he could clearly feel that his fate was like the shirt he was wearing, thin and helpless.
"Really, just say what you want to say. We are all of the same kind, so what should we have to worry about? Are you right?"
The driver walked slowly and stood in front of the man in the shirt.
His head tilted playfully to one side, and his pair of purple eyes stared at the man in front of him with interest.
"Let me go, please..."
The body of the man in the shirt was trembling violently. He did not gain the slightest sense of security from the driver's actions. On the contrary, the pressure of death that was about to solidify made him almost breathless.
"Really, why are you so spineless..."
The driver's head returned to its normal position, and the expression on his face was full of disappointment.
"We are the same kind, how could I hurt you, right?"
As he said that, he reached out and patted the man in the shirt on the shoulder, as if everyone was one of our own and there was no need to be so afraid.
"How much do you know about the army in front of you? Tell me."
The driver's eyes moved away from the shirt-sleeved man's face and looked further away, where the gunfire had gradually subsided, and the occasional flash of light could only barely reflect the outline of the convoy.
After a moment of silence, the man in the shirt replied hesitantly.
"As far as I know, the army is equipped with complete weapons and equipment, and its combat effectiveness is not low..."
Before the man in the shirt could finish speaking, the driver interrupted him impatiently.
"Really, you are insincere. Are you trying to trick me with information that is obvious on the surface? It doesn't matter. After all, I am a stranger to you. Let's get to know each other. Once we get to know each other, you can I won’t be so restrained anymore…”
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