(2) Thank You for Saving Us, Officer (2)

This was simply a disaster for the living.

Without electricity, refrigerators couldn't store food. After a long time, the food would rot and stink.

For this reason, he had started preparing early, pickling and seasoning with salt, hoping to extend the shelf life of the food. Of course, the taste was truly indescribable.

But as long as one could live, taste or no taste really wasn't important at all.

This problem wasn't big. The beer and mineral water in the small restaurant were enough to ensure basic living without any issues.

Khương Nhị had originally wanted to wait for government rescue.

However, as time passed day by day.

Still no sign of any army. He knew the situation might have become serious to an irreversible extent. After all, based on his understanding of his own government.

As long as a disaster occurred.

Rescue would arrive at the first moment.

He had waited for so long and still hadn't seen any rescue appear, which meant there might really be no hope.

After a long time, his mental state became worse and worse. He felt that if he continued to stay here, he might die. So, under an opportunity, he drove away from the city with not much supplies, hoping to find a suitable place to survive.

Along this journey, he encountered survivors and also passed by so-called shelters.

However, he hadn't expected that in the apocalypse, what was more terrifying than zombies were people.

Many people could no longer be considered normal people.

They were crazy, neurotic, cruel.

Completely not treating living people as humans.

After experiencing many things, he met trustworthy companions.

Now, they once again faced a critical moment of life and death.

"What should we do? What on earth should we do?"

Khương Nhị continuously hunted zombies, always thinking about what to do. The gathered zombies were increasing in number. If this situation continued, it was only a matter of time before the zombies overwhelmed the vehicle.

"Absolutely don't let that kind of strange-looking zombie appear."

He kept praying in his heart.

If that kind of zombie really appeared, then they would truly be finished.

He had witnessed the situation of those special zombies; they were truly terrifying, and their destructive power was very strong. Although their school bus had been modified.

But it really might not be able to withstand it.

Often, what one worried about would come.

Khương Nhị, who was diligently clearing zombies, the frequency of his iron rod swings gradually decreased. He stared, unable to believe what he saw in the distance.

"Big Head Brother, what are you looking at?"

His companion saw Khương Nhị standing there staring foolishly into the distance and, in a panic, looked in the direction Khương Nhị was looking.

Just one glance.

Everyone was completely dumbfounded.

"How can this be..."

Someone muttered to themselves, their heart instantly turning cold.

In their line of sight, a tall, burly zombie unexpectedly appeared. That zombie's face was ferocious and fierce, with terrifying flesh scythes.

"We've seen this type of zombie before. Its scythes can easily cut through steel plates. Even if our school bus has been modified, it absolutely can't withstand it."

Khương Nhị's expression was extremely solemn, then he shouted towards the inside of the car.

"Can the car start or not?"

He knew the engine was broken.

But at this critical moment.

He really had no other way. The only hope that emerged in his mind was that the school bus could start.

The old driver said frantically: "No way, it really can't start. We need to get out and repair it, and we don't even know if it can be repaired."

Hearing these words, everyone completely despaired.

Especially the few survivors standing on the roof of the car. They personally saw the terrifying zombie appear. A sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously, not knowing what to do.

Getting out of the car now was just seeking death.

"Big Head, what should we do now? If we continue like this, there's only death." A survivor said.

Khương Nhị said nothing, remaining silent all along. How would he know what to do?

He observed the surrounding situation.

The school bus was already surrounded by zombies.

Even if he was willing to sacrifice himself, jump off the school bus, and lure the zombies away to buy them a chance to live, it would be useless.

There were too many zombies around.

Jumping down meant death.

Even if they could really break out of the encirclement, with the speed of zombies, how could humans outrun them?

The zombies he saw were like perpetual motion machines.

Never knowing fatigue.

Various situations already indicated that there was no chance.

At this time, the Tyrant Zombie was getting closer and closer. Khương Nhị had already despaired, "Everyone, I think our days of escape end here. We'll probably all have to write our wills here."

There was really no way.

Everyone looked at each other.

Clearly, they had all worked very hard to survive.

But the reality was... no matter how hard they tried to survive, the final result was the same.

Just like people stranded on a deserted island, despairingly looking at the boundless, hopeless sea.

A survivor held his head and cried, "I really don't want to die. Can anyone come and save us?"

There were also survivors whose chests heaved with a sigh of relief, showing expressions of liberation.

"I should have died early on. To be able to live until now, carefully calculating, I've already profited."

"My family died on the first day. I think it's time for me to go accompany them."

Some muttered to themselves, appearing very calm. That was lying flat in the face of despair. Whatever should come, let it come. They were already prepared to die.

There were also those comforting the crying and panicked people. After all, having gone through such a long time, the group's feelings were also very good, so they wanted to comfort their companions. Even if they were about to face death, they had to maintain a good mentality.

"Big Head Brother, I want to give it a try. I'll go out now. Can I lead the zombies away? If everyone stays here, it's a dead end. If we can break out, at least some people might survive."

A skinny, yellow-haired youth volunteered to launch an attack.

The group on the roof of the car looked at Huang Mao.

Huang Mao used to hand out towels in a KTV. When bosses came to sing, he would hold a small tray with hot towels on it. Handing out towels in each private room took only a few minutes, and each private room cost two hundred yuan.

Handing out towels in two private rooms every day made his heart joyful.

Occasionally, when rich women came to sing, he would put down the towels, dress like a male model, and stand in a line in the private room for the rich women to choose.

He always firmly believed that the uglier the rich woman, the more enthusiasm she needed, so among the group of old and ugly rich women, he was very popular.

He could be flattered by rich women for twenty days a month.

Every time he hugged a rich woman weighing two or three hundred pounds, he would hug her with his heart, infecting the rich woman with his warmth.

He felt that this touch was not a person, but a love for this profession.

Just then.

A dull sound came.

Bang!

Bang!

"Look, what's that?"

Suddenly, a survivor exclaimed in shock.

Everyone looked in that direction.

They saw a black figure appear not far away. Under the sunlight, the black figure glinted with a metallic texture.

In their eyes, that figure was very ferocious.

Grabbing a zombie with both hands, it suddenly pulled. With a "pfft," a perfectly fine zombie was directly torn in two.

At the same time, another slap came, and the ferocious zombie's head was instantly smashed.

"Who is he? How can he be so powerful?"

"Are we saved? Is he here to save us?"

"The zombies that pushed us into a desperate situation were actually so easily eliminated by him."

The group, which had already despaired, in an instant, felt hope again.

Khương Nhị looked at that figure.

Staring without blinking.

He didn't know who it was, but appearing at their most dangerous moment, for Khương Nhị, it was hope.

He saw that mysterious survivor in battle armor, unstoppable. Any zombie blocking his path was blown up by extremely capable means.

Now, Officer Hoang was no longer the Officer Hoang of the past.

Ordinary zombies, in front of Officer Hoang, were like little chicks, easily crushed. The zombie horde, which could inflict devastating blows on others, was dispersed in an instant.

At this time.

The Tyrant Zombie also noticed Officer Hoang, who was wearing battle armor.

For the Tyrant Zombie, its majesty did not allow provocation.

It ignored the school bus and headed towards Officer Hoang.

Gradually.

Fewer and fewer ordinary zombies were left standing. Officer Hoang noticed the approaching Tyrant Zombie and, without thinking, after casually blowing up the last zombie, rushed towards the Tyrant Zombie.

The Tyrant Zombie raised its flesh scythes and fiercely brought them down on the rushing Officer Hoang.

Officer Hoang's speed was very fast. He dodged the incoming flesh scythes. With a "bang," he directly tackled the Tyrant Zombie to the ground, raised his metal-clad fist, and brought it down fiercely.

With a "pfft."

The Tyrant Zombie's face instantly exploded.

Viscous blood sprayed all over the ground.

Officer Hoang took the crystal from the Tyrant Zombie's head, turned his back to the school bus, pulled down his visor, and swallowed the crystal.

For the survivors in the school bus, they looked at that blood-stained back and also saw the characters on the back of the battle armor.

"Police?"

Khương Nhị muttered, clearly somewhat puzzled in his heart.

"Safe?"

"Yes, safe."

"Who on earth is he? So strong. So many zombies were killed by him alone."

The survivors on the school bus exchanged words.

Their emotions were like riding a roller coaster, suddenly falling down, then suddenly rising up. The process was truly thrilling.

At this time.

Officer Hoang turned around and walked towards the school bus. Wearing battle armor, he appeared extremely mysterious in the eyes of the survivors on the school bus. At the same time, the viscous bloodstains on the battle armor made Officer Hoang look like a demon emerging from the abyss.

His whole body exuded an indescribable domineering aura.

Intimidating everyone who saw this scene.

Anyone who saw it would feel fear.

"Thank you."

Khương Nhị, who got off the bus, said gratefully. The other survivors also looked at Officer Hoang with grateful eyes, but more so, they were curious about the battle armor Officer Hoang was wearing.

Officer Hoang said nothing, nor did he make any other movements, merely staring at them with eyes hidden behind his visor.

"Ugh..."

Khương Nhị and the others saw Officer Hoang ignoring them and were extremely puzzled. The other party gave them a very strange feeling.

"Hello, we saw the words written on your back. Are you a police officer?"

Continuing to communicate with Officer Hoang.

However, Officer Hoang still didn't reply to their words.

This situation at this moment made Khương Nhị and the group exchange glances.

Was the other party unable to speak, or was he relatively cold and arrogant? After all, in this situation, it was very normal for special people to appear.

"Is..."

Officer Hoang's voice was very peculiar, sounding a bit strange, but for Khương Nhị and the others, when they heard the other party say "Yes," they truly breathed a sigh of relief.