Outside Linjiang City.
Linjiang-Wangjiang Expressway.
Two motorcycles rushed to the front, followed by a black Toyota off-road vehicle.
The flesh puppets were scattered on both sides, running tirelessly after the car.
Lin An took Mo Ling and Fan Bing in the car, while Zhang Tie took Gao Tian and performed a violent motorcycle ride with excitement on his face.
As for the tied zombie Mo Yu, he was thrown into the trunk.
Unexpectedly, the survivors in the hotel did not choose to follow him.
Although Lin An didn't say anything, this group of people could follow him back to Long'an base.
But similarly, no one made a sound and wanted to follow.
Perhaps in their eyes, Lin An, who did not even spare the corpse after killing someone, was undoubtedly a devil.
Instinctively and without thinking, they were even a little glad that Lin An left without saying anything.
In their opinion, most of the zombies near the hotel have been cleared away, and the hotel with water and food is safe.
Under the illusion of safety, few people dare to take a gamble and break out of their comfort zone.
Lin An didn't care much about this.
He doesn't like killing innocent people indiscriminately. This group of people can only be said to be stupid.
It is better to die at the hands of a mutant than to increase the progress of the Dreadbody by dying at your own hands.
These survivors who were dominated by fear subconsciously forgot that the surrounding mutants were cleared away, which meant that new mutants would reoccupy the territory.
Without an awakened person to lead the team, there is no courage to go out.
In three days at most, the hotel with too much fighting atmosphere will become a corpse paradise.
In the car, Fan Bing sat obediently next to Mo Ling without moving. The clothes that were originally filled with three large boxes were thrown away, leaving only a change of underwear in the backpack.
She knew very well what kind of character Lin An was, so naturally she didn't dare to do anything "squeamish" and stupid.
She was wearing denim shorts and white short-sleeves that were easy to move around, and she put on sneakers.
Lin An was driving, thinking about the next arrangements, and taking a look at Fan Bing's talent.
Awakening near the disappearing psychic node, although the safety factor has improved a lot, Fan Bing was lucky enough to be able to successfully awaken.
"Player: Fan Bing (0/0)"
"C-level talent: interpretation"
"Charm +3, choose any target to play, simulate, or disguise."
"During the performance, you will acquire skills and talents related to the role of the target, but they will not have any actual effects. They will only have effects on the five senses such as vision, hearing, and perception."
"Special effects: Understand people's hearts. Every move, word or behavior you make will increase others' favorability towards you and increase your credibility."
"Note 1: The greater the difference in strength between the role-playing target and you, the worse the effect. If the role-playing target is fundamentally different from you, the effect will be significantly reduced."
"Note 2: Mental energy continues to be consumed during the performance. The more differences there are, the greater the cost of performance."
"Talent description: One person has a thousand faces."
interesting.
Lin An looked thoughtfully through the rearview mirror and glanced at Fan Bing, who was lowering his head.
Acting?
Although his combat ability is extremely poor, he is good as a spy, agent, or as Chu An's propaganda department.
Colonel Chu had briefly mentioned it to him before, hoping that he could bring back some players to help with publicity.
Chu An even thought that he was considering making a "movie" to promote the image of Long'an Base and Lin An in the future.
Just like the endless series of cultural invasions and public opinion wars in the history of the earth.
An ordinary person who has been molded by pursuit can ascend to the altar, command millions of people to die, and start wars.
The glorious image created by Lin An, who possesses great power, will only be more deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Religion, art, books, movies, any kind of propaganda can be used.
In the back seat, Fan Bing thought of the group of survivors in the hotel and couldn't help but sigh.
If those people knew that the man in front of them was Lin An, they would probably feel regretful.
After all, those survivors had worked with her for so long and were also members of the crew.
But everyone has their own destiny, and you can’t blame anyone for your choices.
She raised her hand to straighten her hair, only to find Lin An looking at her through the rearview mirror with interest in his eyes.
"That, Brother Lin."
"Is there a problem?"
She asked awkwardly, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.
She was very grateful to Lin An for guiding her to become an awakened person.
It's just that her awakened ability doesn't seem to be very useful. It can only be said to be an enhanced version of her own profession.
When she thought about it, it was the end of the world. Who would watch her act...
After enduring Lin An's violent "torture", she deeply realized that strength is everything in the apocalypse.
Anything else is just bells and whistles and vulnerable to attack.
She is not stupid, so she naturally understands the explanation of her talent.
Play the target, but the effect does not cause any damage.
Lin An nodded and coughed slightly:
"Nothing, I just want to see the effect."
After saying that, a white light flashed in his hand, and he dropped a licker's head into Fan Bing's arms, looking forward to it:
"Try it, can you pretend to be a mutant!?"
Fan Bing:? ? ! !
...
After several attempts, Fan Bing leaned on the back seat with a look of resentment and exhaustion, soaked to the skin.
She hugged the torn clothes on her chest and wanted to cry without tears.
She never expected that Lin An actually planned to make her "become" a licker!
Good guy, I'm a pretty, pretty girl, and you want me to turn into a man-eating monster?
frenzied...
Lin An sighed with regret.
He also just thought, if Fan Bing could act as a mutant, would it be possible to rely on the mutant's breath to freely shuttle among monsters?
After all, the talent says that it can simulate aura and even the visual effects of the talent.
It would be really cool to change to level 3 and pretend to be the zombie king to command the zombies.
Unfortunately, I don't know if it was due to lack of mental strength. After several attempts, Fan Bing not only enlarged his body and tore his clothes a lot, but he couldn't persist in becoming a licker.
Fan Bing was so aggrieved that she did not dare to speak out. It took a long time to hold back a sentence:
"Brother Lin, maybe I can try becoming a Mo Ling..."
"I am a human being..."
Lin An was slightly startled after hearing this, and then nodded.
Mo Lingban on the side also opened his eyes curiously and looked at Fan Bing.
After getting Lin An's permission, Fan Bing observed Mo Ling carefully for a moment, and then a blue light flashed.
I saw a slightly enlarged version of the Mo Ling appearing in the back seat, and even the clothes on his body were exactly the same.
"Lin An."
"do you like me?"
The voice was cold, and Mo Ling, played by Fan Bing, suddenly came close to Lin An's ear and looked at him blankly. Even the voice was the same.
His tone and demeanor were just like Mo Ling speaking normally.
The two of them were carved from the same mold, and Lin An couldn't even detect anything unusual in their breath.
interesting.
That dazed look, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.
In a daze, Lin An even remembered the scene of Mo Ling lying on his shoulder.
The original Mo Ling on the right looked surprised.
Anyone who sees another "self" appearing will be surprised.
However, she seemed to have thought of something and stared at her other self with hostility.
What if this bad woman turns into herself and goes to find Lin An!
To be honest, everything is the same, how can you tell the difference?
"Change back quickly!"
Gritting her teeth, Mo Ling looked at her other self coldly.
How could I possibly ask such a question!
The slightly older Mo Ling heard Mo Ling's anger and hurriedly explained awkwardly:
"That, you don't have to worry about."
"I am older than you..."
"You can still see the difference."
Lin An laughed dumbly.
Fan Bing's mental energy was consumed too much, so he could still see some differences under the hasty changes.
After all, the biggest difference between her and Mo Ling is nothing more than two points.
One is height, the other...
Just when Lin An was about to reassure Mo Ling by saying "You are still growing," the mental energy that had been spreading suddenly stagnated.
Under the mental perception, human screams were vaguely heard in the distance.
A large amount of life breath has disappeared, and according to a rough perception, there are no less than a hundred.
