(1) Thank You for Saving Us, Officer (1)

Early morning!

A beautiful day began.

Sunshine Shelter.

Chu Duong was in a very happy mood. Having resolved the small conflict, he had never felt so at ease. He believed that "an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." Solving problems would make everything perfect.

Can adults hold grudges against children?

He was chatting with Dam Thanh by the vehicle, waiting for other companions. His former subordinate, Tieu Hong, was also an Awakened, and a speed-type Awakened at that.

He had originally wanted to go out on patrol together, but who would have thought Tieu Hong would actually go to be a teacher, saying she wanted to teach the children knowledge.

It was also a magical thing.

At this time.

Chu Duong, while chatting, saw Fei Fei carrying her schoolbag to school and proactively greeted her. No other meaning, just wanted to show Dam Thanh and the others that his relationship with Fei Fei was very good, not as complicated as they thought.

"Fei Fei, good morning."

Chu Duong called out with a beaming smile.

Fei Fei, walking to school with Dinh Dinh, heard this familiar voice and, recalling last night's situation, was truly terrified of being thoroughly targeted by Chu Duong.

Since the number of survivors in the shelter had increased, Uncle Lam also paid less attention to her and didn't buy her exam papers. For her, this was the happiest thing.

But now, another old trickster had appeared, thinking of buying her books and exam papers. How could she tolerate such a thing happening?

If time could be reversed.

She would absolutely not be angry because Chu Duong kicked her out of the group. She might even clap her hands and shout.

"Uncle Chu, it's better if you kick me out."

"I'm a child. Children shouldn't be in adult groups. You don't need to kick me; I'll leave the group myself."

Really, if time could truly be reversed.

She would absolutely do that.

"Dinh Dinh, hurry up. Let's pretend we didn't hear," Fei Fei pulled Dinh Dinh, quickening her pace, and at the same time, turned her head to the other side, pretending to see something, exclaiming, "Wow, what's that over there? It looks so good."

Dinh Dinh looked in the direction Fei Fei pointed.

Didn't see anything good.

"There's nothing there."

"Yes, yes, there really is."

Fei Fei's performance was spot on. Whether it was her words or expressions, she had reached the level of a child Oscar-winning actor. If it were peacetime, she could definitely become an outstanding child actor.

As they gradually walked away.

Chu Duong smiled and said to Dam Thanh: "Children are easily attracted by other things. Last night, I brought gifts to her house. This child is very polite."

Dam Thanh and the others looked at Chu Duong, then at the two small receding figures.

Said nothing.

Just nodded.

Perhaps you're right.

At this time.

In the wilderness far from Hoang City.

A black figure walked on the desolate road surface.

That figure wore pitch-black battle armor. The characters on its back seemed to contain a kind of dazzling light, able to dispel the surrounding darkness wherever it went.

Suddenly.

Officer Hoang stopped, sniffed the air, and his gaze turned towards the distance, as if sensing something. A low growl came from his throat.

Officer Hoang raised his hand, lowered his visor, a perfect fit, completely concealing his appearance.

He started running, his speed increasing.

Faster than a speed-type zombie.

If anyone saw it, they would definitely exclaim...

This is a black flash.

Just that domineeringly cool.

Far away.

A modified school bus was surrounded by zombies.

This group of zombies roared ferociously, their hands constantly pounding the car body, wanting to drag out the people inside and then feast on them.

The allure of humans to zombies was truly too great.

The glass of this school bus had been modified and covered with iron mesh. It was basically impossible for ordinary zombies to tear it down.

At the same time, its tires had also undergone special modification.

Basically, this modified school bus could travel unimpeded in the apocalypse. As long as it didn't encounter those evolved zombies, there would be basically no problems.

Now, the survivors in the school bus were very anxious. The siege of zombies outside had already caused the school bus to start shaking.

A survivor opened a window from inside the car and climbed onto the roof.

Holding a similarly modified weapon.

He continuously stabbed at the zombies' heads. His movements were extremely proficient. One look and you knew he had undergone hard training, otherwise, it wouldn't be so effective.

The initial stage of the apocalypse had passed.

Survivors who could live until now, very few would panic when encountering zombies, unless they were the kind who had been well-protected from the beginning and hadn't experienced the oppression of zombies.

Such people might exist, but definitely not many.

If one wanted to find such people, then the Sunshine Shelter should have quite a few.

"What's wrong? Can the car start? If we continue to wear it down, we might be in danger."

A strong man held a sharpened iron spike and decisively stabbed the tip into a zombie's head. With a "pfft," a crisp sound could be heard, as if a bone had been cracked.

The driver of the school bus was a veteran driver who had professionally driven school buses for thirty years. No matter what the road conditions were, he could drive steadily and would absolutely not have any problems.

"It seems it's not good. There's a problem with the car's engine. We have to get out and repair it."

The driver's face turned somewhat pale due to the current situation.

He knew what the outcome would be if the vehicle couldn't run and remained parked here. As the commotion here grew louder, it would attract more zombies.

If it really came to that situation.

They would absolutely have no hope of survival.

Even if the vehicle could really hold out, how long could it last?

"Damn it."

Knowing it might be an engine problem, the people cleaning up zombies on the roof of the car also panicked.

They looked into the distance.

They had already discovered zombies in the distance, possibly hearing the commotion here, limping towards this side.

When this group of zombies saw living humans here, they would rush over like mad dogs.

If it really came to that situation.

Everything would be over.

There were women and children among the survivors in the car.

Although they were very scared now, they all remained calm, didn't shout, and certainly didn't have that kind of irrational desire to climb onto the roof of the car to avoid zombies, which would ultimately lead to a disastrous situation.

If it were in the early stages of the apocalypse.

Survivors who hadn't experienced these things would often panic, thinking it would be very dangerous to stay in the car, and thus would climb onto the roof.

How big could the space on the roof be?

In a panicked state, it was very easy to push companions who wanted to hunt zombies off the car, falling into the zombie horde, and being torn to pieces in despair.

Even more, what made people break down was that some survivors couldn't bear the psychological pressure and would open the car door in a frenzy, thinking they could escape just by opening the door.

Ultimately leading to the annihilation of the entire group.

"Big Head Brother, the situation is not good."

"Steady, don't panic. Do your best to kill these bastards."

The strong man from before, named Khương Nhị, because his head was relatively large, his nickname was Big Head.

In peacetime, he ran a small restaurant himself. Since the apocalypse, he ate, drank, and slept in his restaurant. Seeing the situation on the street outside, he was truly stunned.

How did it become like this when it was fine before?

Was it a dream?

Or acting?

Until he personally saw a zombie tackle a fleeing person to the ground, tear open their stomach, and pull out their intestines, he knew this was not a dream; everything was really happening.

Fortunately, his mentality was better, and his restaurant also stored some food, so he could be self-sufficient and maintain survival.

However, on the third day of the apocalypse, the electricity was cut off, and the water was also cut off.