Evolutionary Crystal

The six heavily armed human men rushed over to the small zombie's corpse.

One man who looked like their leader carefully felt around the rotten, watermelon-like head and picked up the pitiful blood tumor from the little zombie.

With a "ding-dong" sound, he tossed it into a metal container filled with liquid, then turned and roared at those behind him, "Damn it, Christina, can you be more careful? Don't break the zombie's brain nugget! You know that one evolutionary crystal is worth ten thousand dollars!"

From the distance, a girl in full special forces gear walked over. She appeared to be about 70 inches tall, wearing a tight combat suit that couldn't hide her explosive chest, a slim little waist, and blazing red lips.

Her beautiful blonde hair was meticulously tied up, and she sported a large, shiny silver necklace resembling a Jesus medallion around her fair neck. With a pair of charming almond-shaped eyes, long golden eyelashes, a cute little nose, and a flawless, heart-shaped face, she looked just like a college student—if it weren't for the terrifying heavy sniper rifle slung diagonally over her shoulder, no one would ever think that this was a battle-hardened special forces badass who killed zombies without blinking!

She was none other than the sniper known as Christina. Before anyone could even get close, she coolly remarked, "These zombies are all doomed. Their evolutionary crystals are so tough, they won't be broken by a sniper rifle!"

The leader erupted in anger, "That may be so, but be careful nonetheless! Pipe and Wave, you two cover the rear. Everyone else, follow me! There's also a mutated zombie—we have to grab its brain nugget too, or this trip will have been for nothing!"

"Yes, Captain!" Pipe and Wave answered in unison.

Captain Wolf, the leader, waved his hand with satisfaction and led the remaining five men in pursuit of the fleeing target.

One extraordinarily tall and heavily muscled man, carrying an Gatling machine gun showed up. Despite lugging the massive, heavy weapon, he ran just as fast as the others, all while sporting a surprisingly relaxed expression. Damn, what a terrifying force!

The tall man with the heavy machine casually trotted over to Christina's side, eyeing her shapely, bouncing figure from all the running. He gulped hard and chuckled, "Christina, need a hand carrying the gun? That way you won't get tired, hehe!"

Christina turned her head in disgust and replied coldly, "No thanks, Hellfire. Just watch the road for me!"

Sure enough, the tall guy was nicknamed "Hellfire." For some reason, Christina didn't even have a nickname.

Hellfire burst into hearty laughter—as if he was used to being put in his place by this little beauty—and dodged a zombie that lunged from the roadside. He pulled out a gleaming, custom-made combat knife, spun around like a whirlwind with a slicing sound in the air, and with one swift stab, drove it into the zombie's head. He then twisted, withdrew his knife, and strolled off!

In a single breath, he took care of a terrifying zombie—his skill was absolutely jaw-dropping! And he hadn't even had a chance to use the Hellfire cannon yet!

But Christina was unimpressed; she sneered and stepped aside, leaving Hellfire standing awkwardly.

Then, a skinny guy who looked as nimble as a monkey approached. He wasn't armed with heavy weapons—only sporting two standard-issue pistols at his waist—racing over and laughing at Hellfire, "Haha, Hellfire, how many times have you been outpaced by Christina? You're so useless, haha!"

"Damn it, stop yapping and catch up! Watch out—Wolf might lose it again! Damned Shadow!" Hellfire grumbled, slowing his pace and falling back to join the guy known as Shadow.

"Man, Hellfire, Christina is such a tease! I love her!" Shadow mumbled dreamily while staring at the perfectly rounded, ample hips in the distance.

"Damn right, and if I ever get the chance, I'm gonna… well, you know… haha!" Hellfire said with an expectant look.

Shadow suddenly nearly jumped up. He quickly fumbled at his waist, and the cold, dark M92 pistol was already in his hand. With two crisp "pop-pop" sounds, two zombies—faces agape—were decapitated midair by Shadow. Before the heavy corpses could hit the ground, his pistol was already back at his side as if he'd never even touched it!

Before the two lecherous guys could finish their banter, Wolf roared, "Damn, you two, hurry up! If you don't move fast, that mutated zombie's gonna get away!"

They quickly fell in line, their sly eyes meeting as they pretended nothing was wrong while following in the midst of the group.

Beads of sweat appeared on Christina's delicate nose as she shook her head and let the sweat fly. "Captain, why are we risking our lives to kill this mutant zombie and snatch its evolutionary crystal?" she asked.

Wolf looked at Christina, and the weathered, worried lines on his face softened just a bit as he replied, "Well, here's the deal: Our organization has discovered that quite a few zombies have suddenly started to differ from ordinary ones. They're stronger, more agile, and even show some intelligence.

At the cost of many brave soldiers' lives, they managed to capture several mutated zombies. After research, we found that in their brains there's a flesh-like tumor. And this tumor has two uses!"

"And what are those two uses?" Christina asked eagerly.

"First, that crystal can be refined into the purest drug—its effect is a hundred times stronger than pots!" Wolf smiled subtly.