Chapter 50: Lu Yusi's Daring Plan!  

Liu Shuang'er set down the lobster shell in her hands, pursed her lips, and took a long sip of yogurt before speaking up. 

"Yusi's right—the zombie virus hasn't been truly eradicated. We've only neutralized the host's mobility. Based on my medical analysis, ten shots to the face would incapacitate anyone, even without hitting the brain. That means something's off about Li Qingya's head. There's a big secret hidden there!" 

Huang Ming's eyes lit up. He'd almost forgotten Shuang'er was a doctor, and her reasoning made perfect sense. Stroking his chin, he slowly said, 

"So, to uncover the truth, we'd need to retrieve her head for examination. Right?" 

Gu Anqing, however, wasn't convinced. As a genius mechanic, she knew exactly how tough this zombie was—ordinary bullets couldn't even pierce its face, let alone sever its head. She voiced her objection. 

"But that's way too dangerous. If bullets can't kill it, getting close means risking infection from even a scratch! Unless..." 

Huang Ming's gaze sharpened. "Unless what?" 

Anqing didn't beat around the bush. "Unless you've got heavier firepower—armor-piercing rounds. The only way to decapitate her is by targeting the neck with something far more lethal." 

A grin spread across Huang Ming's face, and he gave her a thumbs-up. "Perfect! Senior Anqing, you could just make me some armor-piercing rounds, then!" 

"I *can* make them," she said, shrugging, "but your pistol's too basic. It wouldn't fire them with enough force—they'd be no different from regular bullets." 

"Damn it! Got my hopes up for nothing." 

Meanwhile, Lu Yusi's eyes gleamed with an idea. "Huang Ming, isn't the police station really close to our school? Just turn right outside the gate and go straight through two traffic lights." 

"Yusi, are you insane?" Shuang'er snapped, her voice icy. "Sending him to the police station for weapons is suicide! Do you have any idea how many zombies are out there?" 

Huang Ming stayed silent, resting his chin on interlaced fingers as he watched Yusi calmly. If she was suggesting this, there had to be more to it. Shuang'er was jumping the gun. 

Yusi understood his unspoken cue and ignored Shuang'er's outburst—she knew where the concern came from. 

"Shuang'er, I know it's risky. But pulling this off would require one *key condition*." 

"Condition?" Shuang'er echoed, curious despite herself. 

Yusi lifted her chin confidently. "I've done biological experiments before, and I've reached one conclusion—though I'm not sure if it applies to zombies. We'd need to test it. The idea is to saturate Huang Ming's combat suit with zombie scent." 

She paused, then added, "The quickest method is smearing zombie flesh and blood all over it. The alternative—Shuang'er, I'd need your help—would take more time: converting zombie tissue into an aerosol. But that's far riskier. If we inhale too much, we could get infected." 

Shuang'er's eyes widened in realization. As a medical prodigy, she immediately grasped Yusi's plan. 

But Huang Ming cut in before she could respond. "I won't let you take that risk. We'll go with the first option—cover my suit in zombie remains." 

The two girls exchanged a warm smile. 

Anqing nodded in agreement. "If the experiment works, the police station plan might actually be viable." 

"Then let's move fast," Huang Ming said, already suited up and helmet in hand. "While Professor Li Qingya's still holed up in Building 1. Keep the drones on surveillance—watch my back." 

As he headed for the door, Anqing abruptly set down her spoon and rushed over. She meticulously inspected his suit before finally nodding. 

"Go. The suit's secure. Be careful." 

Just as Huang Ming opened the door, Shuang'er called out, "Wait! Take this!" 

She dashed into the bedroom and returned with a small case. Huang Ming eyed it questioningly. 

With a soft smile, she explained, "It's a special military-grade stimulant I formulated. Inject it if you're in danger—it'll give you a short burst of enhanced strength and delay fatigue for a while." 

"Three doses total. But if you use all at once, the side effects will be brutal. You'll feel like death and take ages to recover." 

Huang Ming stored the case in his dimensional space, then pulled Shuang'er into a brief, grateful hug. The other two girls exchanged glances, the mood suddenly charged. 

With a playful pinch to Shuang'er's cheek, Huang Ming secured his helmet and stepped out. 

His first stop was the 15th floor—were there any survivors left? 

From his own apartment (1501) to the far end (1507), every other door had been pried open, the rooms empty. 

*Maybe later, I can renovate a few neighboring units,* he mused. *Can't keep turning the living room into a workshop—it's practically smoking by now.* 

This time, he didn't bring Li Changan. Without a proper combat suit, the risk of infection outside was too high. 

Instead, Huang Ming leaped from the window again. Yesterday's zombie massacre had left plenty of corpses at the entrance—saving him the trouble of hunting for fresh specimens. 

Pulling a dagger from his dimensional space, he carved out chunks of rotting flesh and smeared them over his suit. 

The process turned his stomach. *So damn gruesome.* 

Ten minutes later, his entire suit—aside from the helmet's visor and his gun hand—was slathered in gore. 

Time for the test. 

He advanced until he spotted a lone zombie, then strode straight toward it. 

The suit rendered him impervious to bites, so he deliberately brushed shoulders with the creature. 

The zombie ignored him completely, shuffling past as if he were air. 

Huang Ming spun around and drove his dagger into its skull. 

*One down.* 

But he wasn't taking chances. He repeated the experiment—again and again.