BC Chapter 132

“Woah, woah, woah… who did this? What a grand gesture!” In front of the ruins of the Longtai Underground Research Base, three men and women in white combat suits appeared at some point. The speaker was the man who jumped onto the broken wall first, sporting a silver-gray buzz cut.

The man standing on the dilapidated wall was also behaving improperly, looking around like a monkey. Finally, he raised his hand to cover his brow, pretending to scan the indistinguishable ruins in front of him. Then, he clapped his hands and said, “Ahem, report, Captain! No survivors! Only a pile of junk left under our feet, worthless! Over!”

The buzz-cut man turned back to the woman he called “Captain,” cheerfully reporting useless “intelligence.” Then, he jumped lightly from the wall, his movements skilled and light, making only a slight thud when he landed.

The only woman among the three frowned and thought for a moment. “Forget about recovering written materials. It would take ten days and a half months with excavators to find anything useful here. The people sent by the higher-ups before are unlikely to be alive. So, our mission is only to recover valuable test subjects and kill anyone with knowledge of the situation. Xianfei, go retrieve our supplies and equipment, then meet me and Lingyuan on the roof of the tallest white building. The coordinates of the supply point are in the previous chat log.” The woman had long, black hair, with half her bangs naturally curved and hanging down, revealing only one ice-cold eye. Even though the rest of her hair was tied up high, the ends were still long enough to cover her hips. Black hair, white clothes, and graceful curves, her finger pointing to a white building opposite the research base. If they weren’t from Longtai’s secret human experimentation organization, anyone would think these people were rescuers with the same stance as Yao Jinglin and her group.

“Yes, Madam!” The buzz-cut man named Xianfei jokingly snapped to attention, struck a sprinter’s pose, and left the sentence “Here I go” before rushing out…

After all, being with these two was extremely boring.

Even Xianfei, who was always nonsensical, couldn’t handle Captain You Lan and Lingyuan, who always wore a deadpan expression. He could only cry out in his heart, “Can’t carry them, can’t carry them…” and then try to stay as far away from them as possible.

It wasn’t easy to survive that hellish place. After such a difficult time gaining brief freedom, he still had to carry out missions with two blocks of wood. Wasn’t this driving Xianfei, who always sought enjoyment and fun, crazy…

So, when You Lan let him go out to find equipment, he was a thousand times more willing—what depressed him more than not being able to kill people was being around these two.

However, after giving the order and watching Xianfei run away, You Lan didn’t change her expression. She just stared at Xianfei’s back and said to Lingyuan, “Time him. If he delays the mission, kill him.”

“Yes.” Lingyuan always obeyed You Lan’s words. After hearing You Lan’s instructions, he immediately pulled up his sleeve, revealing the watch on his wrist, and reached out to start the timer.

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The government’s dispatch of a large force was like an ancient beast being released from its cage, advancing steadily and crushing all obstacles in its path. The disparity in strength allowed the large force to advance without hindrance. From the day of the outbreak to now, the zombie horde had finally been completely suppressed for once. Even Du Huan, who was dispatched again with everyone, was completely convinced that even if they encountered heavyweight mutated zombies similar to before, they definitely wouldn’t get any benefit under the concentrated fire of guns and cannons, and could only obediently wait to be blasted to pieces.

The streets and alleys passed by the large force were being cleaned up by subsequent personnel—the bodies of the infected were recovered and burned, and the places where the zombie horde had stayed and left traces were disinfected. The last wave of cleaning teams was temporarily on standby at the outermost edge of the city. Of course, these personnel were all soldiers transferred from nearby garrisons by the government, not the ordinary workers originally responsible for urban cleaning in the municipality. They not only carried tools for work, but also had a considerable number of weapons to deal with emergencies at any time.

As the rescue team dispatched a large number of armed forces to begin clearing the area, the gunfire in this corner of the city began to echo through the nearby streets and alleys. During the advance of the team, the sounds also attracted the zombies scattered in various streets and surrounding buildings. At first, they sporadically rushed out of the corners of various alleys beside the main road. After the team began to approach the nearby buildings, the zombies, attracted by the sound, began to rush towards the large force recklessly. Some on the lower floors even broke through the glass and fell from the buildings…

As the gunfire continued, this commotion of the zombies became more and more intense. In places with more zombies, because the actions of many zombies in the front were slow, the zombies in the back directly pressed over them and continued to rush forward. Thus, as the densely packed zombies in the back continued to squeeze over, the tide of corpses surged forward recklessly like seawater constantly impacting the coast.

Although the large force was advancing in an orderly manner, the mentality of the team members at the front had already begun to waver. After all, the “people” rushing forward so eagerly had become so numerous that they almost occupied the entire street in front, with no space between them. And behind the “crowd,” there were still scattered, frenzied “people” constantly joining the team and expanding it.

Even though bullets were pouring out of the gun muzzles as if they didn’t care about their lives, the “corpse swarm” monsters surging in front were still full of energy.

Gunfire, flying bullet casings, torn clothes, and splattered blood and flesh, the entire street was like a scene from hell.