Wallflower’s desperate cry drowned out the surrounding cheers, accompanied by a slow, ominous wail that spread, bringing with it endless cold and killing intent. The M2 in Memphis’s hand began to swell, its veins and blood vessels bulging out grotesquely. From its tentacled mouth, a foul, black liquid oozed out like a stream.“Oeeeee…”The cry was like the wail of a child, yet also reminiscent of a goat in heat, spreading quickly. Though the sound was faint and not as powerful as before, at such close range, it still managed to stun more than 300 people who had just relaxed their guard.Jarred, standing at the front, suddenly widened his eyes, his body rapidly swelling back to giant size. He leaped toward Memphis, reaching out to grab the M2.But he missed.Jarred’s face twisted in horror as he looked at Memphis, who was staring back at him.Gentle, stern, remorseful, unwilling, apologetic, determined, relieved…“Little Silence, take good care of Hope Town. Lead everyone towards freed
“Wallflower, soon you’ll see, a bandit can sometimes be better than a politician…”“I despise despair, despise waiting and being at the mercy of others…”“We’re just worthless lives abandoned…”“I’ll give them strength, give them hope, give them the ability to save themselves…”“The final battle here is extremely dangerous, I might die, so I have to say what’s in my heart…”
After relaying the order to hold the line, Jarred turned to run towards the distance, but Wallflower quickly grabbed his arm and said urgently:"Take me with you. I have a recovery skill."Jarred had little fondness for Wallflower. If it hadn't been for this stubborn woman, the casualties at Hope Town wouldn't have been so severe, and his elder brother wouldn't be in a life-or-death situation. However, she was right, so he grabbed Wallflower, then quickly scooped up Dr. Beirne, who was still in shock nearby. Activating all his speed-enhancing skills, he dashed off into the distance."Brother, you mustn't die, you absolutely mustn't die."With an agility stat exceeding 100 points, Jarred only needed a single leap to land on the rooftop, swiftly crossing from roof to roof, his sharp eyes scanning below for the strongest zombies.The strongest zombies would move the fastest.A level 17 strength-type had its arm blown off, a level 16 speed-type had its leg broken, a level 21 defense-type
Dr. Beirne continued his chant while persistently spouting a stream of medical jargon, as if giving a lecture on the complexities of comatology, leaving the two people beside him unsure of what to ask next, only knowing that it all sounded quite academic and convoluted.In truth, he wanted to say: Your boss is in excellent health, probably even healthier than you. There’s no need for any emergency care.Just moments ago, he had checked Memphis’s pupils and found his reflexes sharper than those of an average person. After running a few basic vital sign tests, like heart rate and blood pressure, it was clear that the commander was in perfect condition—healthier than even a professional athlete.This realization had scared him. But having dealt with Memphis numerous times, engaging in shady activities together and exchanging favors, he quickly understood what the commander wanted. So he played along, enthusiastically participating in the charade of emergency care, while leaving the decis
"Ding! Primary mission to establish a foothold: successfully exterminated 90% of the zombie horde, successfully eliminated the horde commander, 1/2 requirements completed!"Upon hearing the system's notification, Memphis finally exhaled a sigh of relief. With this confirmation, he was sure that he had secured victory in this battle, marking the halfway point in his journey.System missions were always vague, always lacking details, and extremely misleading. The beginner mission required the elimination of the devouring entity to be completed, but the specifics weren't clear. It wasn't until Memphis accidentally took down the opponent that the notification appeared. This left people in a passive position, making it difficult to uncover clues, and even harder to complete if they were surviving alone.Even Jarred's mission to eliminate 3,000 zombies wasn't designed for a lone wolf. If someone recklessly rushed to eliminate zombies without careful planning, they might accidentally provoke
After dealing with his personal issues, Memphis comfortably lay back on the bed, crossing his legs and casually saying:"Dr. Beirne, you did well."This doctor certainly had a talent for deception.In fact, what Memphis didn’t know was that every doctor knew how to deceive people. A good doctor would lie to patients about the severity of their illness, encouraging them to overcome difficulties and instilling hope for recovery. A bad doctor would trick people into buying all sorts of medications for profit.Hearing Memphis’s praise, Dr. Beirne quickly gave a forced smile and said:"Leader, I was just going with the flow..."He had to admit, though, that Memphis’s acting skills were impressive. If he weren’t a doctor with expertise in his field, with knowledge of the body’s natural responses, even he would have been fooled.Memphis smiled thoughtfully and asked:"You have two children, a son and a daughter, right?"Dr. Beirne bowed his head and carefully replied:"Yes…"Memphis casually
Seeing this scene, Memphis was quite satisfied, knowing he had taken another step towards winning the hearts of the people and uniting those here into a solid force. He then raised his hand and spoke:"Now that the zombie horde has been defeated, the enemy leader slain, and the remaining zombies will soon be eradicated, the path to Meadowbrook Lane’s center will soon be cleared.""I hereby announce that from today onwards, all job wages will be doubled, and the amount of daily free relief food will also be doubled.""All those injured in battle will receive contribution points proportional to their injuries. The disabled will maintain their benefits and
Dozens of guns had been damaged during the battle, some lost, others had barrels that had cracked or bent due to excessive firing, drastically reducing their accuracy. The ammunition stockpile had been severely depleted, dropping back to pre-training camp levels.Fortunately, the zombie horde had been wiped out, so the ammunition shortage wasn’t an immediate crisis."Our inventory includes 49 Horse-Slaying Sabers, 136 baseball bats…"While the supply of firearms had dwindled, the supply of cold weapons from the system had increased, signaling that the number of superhumans would soon “proliferate.” These system resources could be consi