The world's first zombie king

When he realized it, he had already run under the building that had just been bombed into a mess.

There were only some rubble left around, and as the helicopter left, the bombing ended immediately, and the surroundings were so quiet that even the low roars of zombies could not be heard.

Chen Wenjia was suddenly curious, what kind of shady things were hidden on it?

He looked at his watch. It was one o'clock in the noon, when the sun was at its best. Even if he came back from exploring, he still had time to find a proper place to hide from that horrible corpse.

So the future zombie king who had just escaped from the catastrophe climbed up the stairs abruptly to the 27th floor of the building with great interest—a floor that looked weird and was sealed off with a full metal iron door.

Chen Wenjia frowned.

He took out a few explosives from his bag, put them at the door, slipped to another direction, found another door, and then sat on the stairs and slid all the way down two floors.

There was an explosion sound upstairs, Chen Wenjia tore the Armani on his body loosely, and painted a few red marks on his face, then squatted in the corner, watching a few sneaky people coming from the upstairs. He poked his head out, holding a powerful machine gun in his hand, looking around.

Chen Wenjia lay on the ground, as if dead.

Those few people obviously didn't think that someone would fight wearing Armani, so they automatically passed the "corpse" and continued on their way.Chen Wenjia dug out a grenade from under his chest and threw it casually.

The sound of the explosion echoed in the corridor along with the ditty he hummed.

Because the palace-style homemade bombs are affordable and plentiful, Chen Wenjia thinks that his shooting ability is not strong, so when he goes out, he always has such things in his sacks.As soon as a few people came, they dropped a few bombs, and soon there were no more footsteps upstairs.

Chen Wenjia was not in a hurry.

He took out the mouse sarcoma and planned to ask him to explore the road first, but found that the signal was blocked.He immediately understood why he never heard from Xiao Qiao after he ran away.

It turned out that they hadn't completely given up on themselves.Instead, he was disturbed by these guys.

He was a little happy, the corner of his mouth just raised, but he pressed it back.

No, he still couldn't trust these guys.

If he blows up the signal-shielding machine, those guys can't find him...he just...he just...

"Oh!" He took the boat and went to that island to bite people first!

I don't know how long I waited, but I never waited for anyone to come down.Chen Wenjia looked at his watch, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and finally there was a sound of footsteps upstairs.Chen Wenjia turned over and hid behind the wall that was riddled with holes.

The footsteps disappeared.

Then there is the sound of a helicopter.

Chen Wenjia was shocked.

These guys actually hid a helicopter on the roof!If they are gone, the puzzle will never be solved again!

Without thinking, he rushed up the stairs.Passing through the blasted iron gate, the space inside left him dumbfounded.

The exact same setup as the lab he saw in Taipei.It's just more space and higher-end equipment.

"Just you?" A sneering voice sounded from behind.

Chen Wenjia automatically and consciously raised his hands, thinking that he finally got caught in an ambush.

He turned around and saw a man in a white isolation suit holding a gun in one hand and a safe in the other.

Chen Wenjia was silent.He couldn't fool around with his phone like last time.

"It's a good way to kill our elites," the man said as he walked towards him, his English with a strange accent, "This kind of physical quality can let us do experiments..." He said for a while The gun hit Chen Wenjia's knee!

The boy dodged aside subconsciously, the bullet grazed his calf, scratching a layer of skin.

Chen Wenjia didn't notice it, thinking he had dodged the bullet, he was secretly delighted, and was thinking about how to kill this man, when he saw a frenzied light flashing in the other's eyes.

"...It won't hurt, it's recovering..." Those bloodshot eyes stared at his calf, Chen Wenjia lowered his head subconsciously, and saw his injured part began to heal.

Oops!

He turned around and wanted to run, but was stopped by the man: "Wait, you are the zombie king! Right?!"

... Mud horse!Has Lao Tzu's fame gone abroad?Chen Wenjia stopped running away, and suddenly turned around.

He knew that this man would not kill him, although he would never let him go easily.He stared straight at the man and listened to him constantly persuading himself: "Have you been recruited by the world government? How can you trust these liars? They treat you well now, but in the future you will be like a pig waiting to be slaughtered." Pigs, let them dissect and experiment!"

Chen Wenjia looked coldly at a pile of zombies waiting for the experiment.

The man opened his hand and extended it towards him in a welcoming gesture: "But we worship you! The envoy of the Black God! As long as you are willing, we will help you dominate the world..."

Again!

Chen Wenjia pouted, and while he was chattering, he casually threw a bomb over.

The man's chatter disappeared amidst the explosion.

Chen Wenjia yawned and continued walking.

When he pushed open the second door, what was inside made him completely stunned.

It's like a slaughterhouse here.

Countless zombies were dismembered and thrown into formalin, piled up like garbage.

The few zombies with "independent space" floated in the vertical glass pipe one by one. They all grew extra limbs, and some even had three or four heads.

Chen Wenjia trembled all over.

Zombies similar to the corpses he saw died here silently, or in other words, were created silently, and there was no trace of being human at all on them.

He couldn't help squatting on the ground and vomiting.

He has eaten people, killed people, and seen a group of living people throw their companions into the pile of zombies in order to survive.However, none of them disgusted him as much as the scene he saw at the moment.

He folded his arms and wept silently.

He didn't know whether he was sympathetic, or fearful, or feeling helpless about the future.

If all the people on the earth turned into zombies, he would be the loneliest person.

If all the zombies on the earth were dead, he would also be the loneliest person.

Is his existence, like these corpses, called an anomaly and used as a carrier of various ugly desires?

He cried loudly, but had no tears.He squatted on the ground, suddenly missing the days when he was sweating profusely in long-distance running races, the days when he had diarrhea after eating too much ice cream, and the days when he was bullied by his classmates and hid in the quilt crying.

No matter how painful those days are, he still has tears to shed.