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"At that time, I heard that it took the people from the school two hours to escape. I don't know if it was due to the subsequent rescue by the military or if they managed to get out on their own. In any case, they are definitely still in the city. I hope the butterfly's wings don't stir up too much. Feng Lin is still someone I can trust; if something happens to me, she won't be in trouble."
In a messy supermarket, Yang Xiaoyou crouched under a shelf, prying open a can of beef and stuffing his mouth with it, completely oblivious to the several corpses around him.
Beside him lay an opened can, and a brown-and-white hamster was quickly gnawing on a piece of beef, its cheeks puffed out comically. Yang Xiaoyou had initially planned to let this fellow go after he came out, but considering the environment here, he thought it would be better to take care of it properly. After all, it was quiet enough tucked away in his pocket.
A crossbow bolt and four bullets had successfully dealt with the threats here. It was just that he had wasted one bullet due to not confirming the corpse's position beforehand. His adaptability and proficiency with the handgun were improving.
Having retrieved the hidden backpack, Yang Xiaoyou didn't lack for handguns or bullets. However, the four rounds of caliber ammunition for the silencer-modified 9mm pistol given by Luo Guohui were all that remained, which seemed like a lot at first glance.
But Yang Xiaoyou understood the nature of corpses; a sudden incident could easily deplete all those bullets.
"The key plan has been completed; now I must consider whether I can save those two fellows," Yang Xiaoyou thought as he pried open another can of beef, clarifying his thoughts about the upcoming actions.
Adventuring into Kapa City, besides obtaining the virus and antibodies as primary goals, he also needed to rescue two rare fellows.
This time, he didn't insist on having Luo Guohui accompany him to find Qi Menglu so that he could save her too. Therefore, Luo Guohui's route would certainly differ from what he remembered; those two mercenaries he had saved before wouldn't be rescued by him again.
Yang Xiaoyou was quite interested in those two fellows; their abilities could be considered seasoned mercenaries, though they still fell short compared to top-tier operatives.
However, after Luo Guohui was killed by his superior in his memories, those two mercenaries who had their lives saved by him exerted their utmost efforts for revenge.
One died on the path of vengeance while the other perished alongside the officer who killed Luo Guohui.
"We're not afraid of death, but we fear becoming these man-eating beasts after we die. You saved us, so as long as there's food to eat, our lives belong to you." This was what Yang Xiaoyou heard after saving those two fellows while searching for Qi Menglu with Luo Guohui.
Luo Guohui merely smiled at their words and didn't take them seriously. However, just when he was about to forget about them in his memories, their actions left a deep impression on him.
In his recollections of mingling in the Mercenary World and fighting bloodily, he also made some life-and-death comrades whom he could trust with his back.
Yet in an environment where everyone was an enemy and constantly hunted down, he often found himself crushed before accumulating much strength. As a result, he became hesitant to easily befriend others for fear of bringing trouble upon them.
Most of those comrades were also rebellious types. The reason he was able to befriend them and fight alongside them was entirely due to his own strength at the time, which had impressed others, and they had faced many challenges together.
Given his current state, it was impossible to gather those fellows from his memories. Most likely, when he approached them now, their first reaction would be to eliminate him for discovering their secrets.
However, the two loyal fellows not far from here could be considered first.
The memory of himself, possessing such formidable combat power yet still struggling, had given Yang Xiaoyou a profound lesson: no matter how powerful one is, there are limits. Perhaps he could assassinate anyone in the world, including presidents of various countries, but it would be very difficult for him alone to protect his loved ones and friends.
In the face of those vast powers, corporations, and conglomerates, individual strength is insignificant.
Because of this, building his own team was essential. He held the most absurd secret in the world; if anything went wrong, it would lead to irreparable consequences.
Even if his secret remained intact, the chaos currently affecting the Chinese Empire and even spreading globally, along with the occasional outbreak of the H Virus, posed enormous uncertain threats.
To investigate the final puppet master who had manipulated him back then, he needed reliable intelligence sources.
Those two seasoned mercenaries, tested by blood and fire, were undoubtedly the best foundation for his team. Their willingness to risk their lives for gratitude would outweigh their abilities.
However, his current identity served as a perfect shield. Yang Xiaoyou did not want to expose himself while still so inexperienced; he needed to have methods to conceal his identity.
"Well, that splay's location is not far from where it all happened," Yang Xiaoyou thought while picking at his teeth after eating until he was about seventy percent full.
"Damn it! Where are these zombies coming from? No matter how many I kill, they just keep multiplying! Those damn standard-issue gear don’t even come with bayonets; those American sheep who have never seen blood! I knew we shouldn’t have taken this mission! A nice vacation turned into this nightmare!" As he loaded the last magazine into his M16 assault rifle and looked at the empty bayonet slot, Noah felt a surge of frustration.
Originally coming to Hawaii for a vacation with his comrades, they suddenly encountered a high-paying mission released by the U.S. Military Headquarters in Hawaii. At that time, they were lucky enough to get there first and take advantage of it. However, after receiving a set of equipment, their team was thrown into this zombie-infested dead city.
What a ridiculous rescue operation! Even with their team fully armed, only two of them remained alive; how could those civilians possibly survive?
Death itself was not terrifying; he had prepared for it when choosing this path. But witnessing one of his wounded comrades turn into one of those flesh-eating zombies after death—unable to find peace even in death—was simply unacceptable.
Becoming one of them or being devoured by them seemed far from an appealing choice.
"Close your mouth, Noah. Haven't you realized? They're coming because of the gunfire. Damn it, it's a bit late to notice now." A cold voice came from beside him, instantly silencing the grumbling brute.
Noah knew that although his combat ability might be slightly higher, his brain certainly wasn't as sharp as Hideyoshi's.
At that moment, in the shadows of a nearby alley, a strange figure cloaked in black stood silently watching the two engaged in battle. The figure wore a helmet that obscured their face and a long black cloak that concealed their body.
In this dead-end alley lay several corpses scattered around.
"Wow? To be able to observe so closely amidst continuous fierce fighting, that fellow is even more useful than I imagined," Yang Xiaoyou murmured to himself as he watched the man in military uniform. He had removed his helmet, revealing shoulder-length hair and a strikingly handsome face with distinctive slanted eyes—an exceptionally attractive Asian youth.
He had been here for some time, regulating his body temperature to minimize energy and moisture loss while ensuring his gear didn't feel too hot.
Although he could intervene now, it would be far more effective to wait until the opponents were out of ammunition before offering assistance. His escape route was already prepared.
His memories of the two were limited; he only knew they often operated in Europe, the Middle East, and Africa. The rough-looking white man was named Noah and was German, while the one who looked even more beautiful than most women was a French-Japanese named Nobunaga Hideyoshi—unfortunately, he was male.
Due to historical reasons, both Germany and France had restrictions on the size of their standing armies, making them well-known for their mercenary activities. Most freelance mercenaries and employers completed their agreements there.
Compared to organizations like Blackwater or Red Dragon, which had semi-official backgrounds, freelance mercenaries did not represent any national will; they fought wherever they were paid. Although this posed greater risks and some were even labeled as terrorist organizations, their income was considerable. Having been tempered by war, they possessed formidable combat skills.
While their group’s offensive aspects might not stand out much, in certain special operations on localized battlefields, they were indeed stronger than regular armies that rarely saw bloodshed.
With a loud thud, Noah swung his empty M16 rifle and smashed it against the head of a nearby corpse while speaking up.
"Hideyoshi, have you found a way to break through yet?"
"There are too many corpses coming at us. The east side is thinner, but that alley is a dead end." Nobunaga Hideyoshi's handsome face was also drenched in sweat at this point.
Suddenly, four sharp gunshots rang out, causing blood to splatter from the heads of several corpses closest to them.
"This way." A somewhat muffled voice called out, drawing the attention of both men.
The sharp gunshot drew the attention of several Corpse members.
Standing atop a stalled sedan, wrapped in a black cloak and wearing a strange black helmet, was a fellow who caught their eye. After a brief hesitation, the two rushed forward.
With Yang Xiaoyou's precise shots clearing the way, they successfully reached the entrance of the alley, which was already sparse with Corpse members.
"Thanks, partner. But what do we do next? This is a dead end," Noah said, glancing at the revolver in Yang Xiaoyou's hand. He sighed; the bullets that had covered their approach were likely all spent.
"It's not a dead end. Follow me," Yang Xiaoyou replied calmly, tossing two different models of revolvers to the two of them. His voice sounded slightly odd through the strange helmet.
The two exchanged glances after receiving the guns and immediately followed Yang Xiaoyou. In such a situation, they had no choice but to trust each other; aside from Nobunaga Hideyoshi's 'appearance,' there wasn't much about them that others would covet.
"Hallelujah," Noah exclaimed, his face lighting up with joy as he looked at the somewhat primitive sewer entrance.
There were sewer entrances on the street as well, but those were quite standard. Only these few entrances specifically reserved for Cleaned Up and repairs allowed for descent.
Beside him, Nobunaga Hideyoshi also wore a relieved expression, his gaze toward Yang Xiaoyou softening considerably.
After following Yang Xiaoyou into the opening, Noah made sure to cover the lid again.
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