(2) I Still Want to Have a Good Chat with Your Boss (2)

Seeing overturned sedans, seeing corpses torn into pieces, they didn't even have a chance to turn into zombies.

He even saw a corpse that had already rotted. From its visible appearance, it could be confirmed to be male. Half of its head had been corroded and collapsed, and the exposed brain tissue seemed to have insects moving within it.

Humans were not only food for zombies but also food for various insects in nature.

In this factory, he found many scenes of life after the apocalypse.

There were many casually discarded instant noodle packages.

There were blankets spread on the ground, already extremely dirty. One could imagine that there were once living survivors here, all sleeping on the floor with bedding.

Every day, they were probably thinking about how to survive, and at the same time, they were terrified by those zombies.

"Anyone there?"

Lam Pham shouted towards the empty factory, "My name is Lam Pham, from Hoang City. I came to find you. May I ask if there are still any survivors among you?"

Eerily silent, terrifyingly quiet.

Not a single movement.

Waiting for a moment.

Lam Pham turned and left. This place used to be a gathering place for a group of survivors, but now no one was staying here. He temporarily didn't want to consider whether this group of people were good or bad, only hoping they weren't completely wiped out by zombies, but had escaped from here.

The place he was going now was the second survivor shelter mentioned by Khuong Nhi.

"Hopefully, there really is hope."

He leaped up, following an arc, and headed towards that side at extreme speed.

For others, wanting to go somewhere was a very troublesome matter, but for Lam Pham, as long as he knew the destination, he could arrive in an extremely short amount of time.

As he reached the target area.

There were already many zombies around. This group of zombies growled lowly, limping and wandering aimlessly. Among them were evolved zombies and disgusting mutated zombies.

Lam Pham frowned, feeling puzzled by such an environment. Could survivors really live here?

If they wanted to go out and collect supplies, they would probably have to face many, many zombies.

From his perspective, this was not the best choice of location.

"Meow meow…"

"Meow meow…"

Ferocious zombies discovered his figure and rushed over from the distance like mad dogs. The number of zombies was very large, densely packed. A rough estimate, at least several thousand.

This place wasn't a city, nor was it in the suburbs, but by the side of a highway service station.

"The only place that can serve as a refuge for these survivors is that four-story restaurant."

This shelter was much better than the previous one, far from the city, far from crowded places. However, the number of surrounding zombies made him suspicious. Could people really survive here?

Hoang City had water and electricity because they maintained it.

It had always maintained good operation.

But in other places, water and electricity had long been cut off. Power outages weren't scary; the scariest thing was water outages. That was a key factor related to whether one could survive.

Lam Pham gripped Frostmourne, its tip pointing towards the ground.

As the zombies charged, Frostmourne in his hand radiated light. This was a manifestation of being strengthened to a certain degree. And Lam Pham, with light steps, weaved through the zombie horde. Wherever he passed, not a single intact zombie could stand.

"Why do you guys have to be so irritable? If you were a bit friendlier, I think we would become good friends."

"Rationality isn't something external that makes you lose it; this is what you yourselves want."

He chopped while talking.

In a moment.

Lam Pham turned his head, looking at the zombie corpses all over the ground, his eyes calm, without any ripples. If it were in the early stages of the apocalypse, he might have some fluctuations, but now, he didn't even know how many zombies he had hunted. Slaughtering pigs and chickens, killing until his heart was numb.

He walked to the restaurant door.

The broken glass door could no longer stop zombies from entering.

Seeing this situation, Lam Pham sighed in his heart. He hadn't expected this place to possibly be equally disappointing.

He walked inside.

In the dim room, it seemed vaguely strange. A low roar came, and a zombie rushed out from the dark environment, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

Slap!

Lam Pham grabbed the zombie's neck, then threw it outside. The immense force directly threw the zombie, which instantly turned into a cannonball, fiercely smashing against the outer railings.

With a thud.

The railings dented.

The thrown zombie corpse directly shattered.

Such brutal behavior, only zombies could experience from Lam Pham.

"Anyone there?"

Lam Pham shouted loudly.

He didn't go upstairs to check room by room, but waited for a response. However, the situation here was the same as the previous shelter; not a single movement.

"As time goes on, the number of living survivors is decreasing. Even if there are shelters, can't they stop the zombie invasion?"

Lam Pham's mood became heavier and heavier. Anyone would feel helpless; even he felt helpless.

He could clean up the zombies in Hoang City and save countless survivors, but the number of cities in the entire country that needed cleaning was truly too many.

His avatar technique could only reach places he saw and knew.

If he had the ability of avatars, transforming into hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands, even if he couldn't sleep or play, he would chop from morning till night, and then from night till morning, precisely to clean up all the zombies.

Suddenly.

In his perception, he seemed to sense two faint breaths.

"Still alive?"

Lam Pham walked in the direction of the perceived breathing. Very soon, he arrived before a cold storage room. The sound of breathing was coming from behind the sealed iron door.

Thump thump!

He knocked on the door.

"Hello, please open the door."

He said softly.

Hoping the living survivors inside could open the door.

However, no matter how he knocked, the iron door remained motionless, as if he had thought of something.

"They might be in danger, or they might be suspicious of me. If this continues, it won't work. The only thing I can do is break the iron door."

Lam Pham grabbed the door handle, pulled outwards slightly. With a "crack," the embedded iron door was instantly pulled open by Lam Pham. And the moment the iron door was pulled open, a gleaming axe chopped towards his head.

Lam Pham caught the descending axe in his hand, "Don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person."

He looked at the two survivors before him. Both were male, one relatively young, the other a middle-aged man. Both looked very tired, their eyes flickering with panic. Clearly, they had suffered unimaginable fright.

"You're not them..." the middle-aged man said with lingering fear.

"No," Lam Pham shook his head. "Who are they you're talking about?"

After the middle-aged man recounted the matter truthfully.

Lam Pham knew what had happened. It turned out they had a radio and contacted a shelter outside. Not long after, a helicopter landed on the roof of their restaurant. Several fully armed people appeared. They really thought the other party had come to save them.

But who would have thought that the other party would actually open fire directly, shooting the old, weak, sick, and disabled, only keeping the able-bodied.

The two of them were downstairs. When they heard the gunshots, they also felt something was wrong. They thought of going upstairs to check the situation and saw the scene of the shooting.

Finally, they hid in the cold storage room.

At this time.

The two survivors saw the iron door being torn down by Lam Pham and showed horrified expressions. Clearly, they hadn't expected human strength to be so terrifying.

Lam Pham led them upstairs and indeed saw survivors who had been shot.

The first survivor he saw who had been shot was a man in his fifties or sixties.

Then he encountered another survivor who had been shot.

"When you were staying here before, were there so many zombies outside?" Lam Pham asked.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "No, even if there were, there were very few."

Hearing the other party say this.

Lam Pham suspected that those zombies outside might have been lured by that group of mysterious people.

He didn't want to look at the tragic state here now. He was very disappointed with that group of survivors who shot their own kind. Even if they didn't want to help others, there was no need to do so.

From the eyes of these two survivors, he could see that they were just ordinary survivors.

According to Khuong Nhi's explanation, these two shelters were not very good, but in such a long time, ruthlessness definitely couldn't last. Excessive oppression would eventually lead to resistance.

He hadn't lived here, but the survivors living here might have united, overthrown the tyranny, and thus united to deal with the apocalypse.

"Do you know which direction that helicopter flew?" Lam Pham asked.

The middle-aged man said: "South. The cold storage room has a window. When they left, I saw the helicopter heading south."

"Alright, you guys hide here first. I'll go chase and take a look. If I can't catch up, I'll be back soon. If I catch up, it might take some time."

Lam Pham asked them to hide well, then headed towards the rooftop.

He knew that among the current survivors, there was a mysterious organization. They weren't fighting zombies, but capturing people everywhere and also researching the zombie situation.

This was a very dangerous matter.

The two survivors heard Lam Pham's words and were completely bewildered.

In their opinion, this was clearly an extremely incredible matter. The other party was flying a helicopter, which was very fast. It had been so long already; they would have long since disappeared.

However, when they followed him to the rooftop and saw Lam Pham leap up and instantly disappear before their eyes, they looked at each other, big eyes staring at small eyes, with only one thought in their minds.

Is this still human?

When they saw the other party tear open the iron door, they were already doubting life.

Now, seeing the other party leap and disappear without a trace in an instant, this was no longer doubting life, but doubting whether they were dreaming.

At this time.

Lam Pham shot out at extreme speed, continuous explosions sounding. He observed the surrounding situation. With the naked eye, under unobstructed conditions, one could see very far.

A moment later, he vaguely saw a black dot in front.

"Found it."

His heart rejoiced. He gradually slowed down, lest his speed be too fast and attract the other party's attention. After all, he knew that the people from that mysterious organization were very crazy and would self-destruct to hide certain things.

On the sea.

A huge cargo ship sped across the sea surface.

As the helicopter landed on the deck, survivors holding weapons came over.

"Get down!"

"Get down, hurry up!"

The captured survivors looked around in panic. They didn't know where this was.

They had personally witnessed the other party's terrifying methods.

"Big brother, who on earth are you..." The survivor speaking was about to cry.

He was truly terrified.

When the apocalypse first began, he felt zombies were the most terrifying. But gradually, after experiencing some things, he found that the most terrifying were living people.

It was really hard to imagine to what extent living people could be bad in the apocalypse.

They, who had been brought here, knew it definitely wouldn't be a good outcome, but they still held a sliver of illusion about human nature.

A man holding a gun raised it and fiercely struck the other person with the butt of the gun.

"Stop your damn nonsense! Behave yourselves!"

The survivor, knocked to the ground, dared not speak, only able to endure the pain.

Ha ha ha!

The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground came.

A man with slicked-back hair, wearing a black suit, accompanied by security personnel, walked out of the ship's cabin with composure and came before the captured survivors.