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Those who have never experienced the early days of the apocalypse cannot comprehend the terror that unfolded at its onset. Blood flowed across the ground, and the emptiness of the darkened world evaporated the remnants of humanity's hope. Those who had lost their will to survive began to descend into madness, wielding their weapons wildly, howling like lunatics. The roars of the zombies brought them no stability; they were merely a group of deranged individuals. In this chaotic wilderness, one had to be quick on their feet.
Zheng Yifan silently observed all of this as he ran alongside a beautiful woman in a leather jacket. The long spear in his hand was mistakenly identified as a weapon of Chinese martial arts. Ever since Li Long became a global sensation, any Asian seen wielding nunchaku was automatically assumed to be practicing Chinese kung fu. Moreover, he was currently holding a spear.
Don't underestimate foreigners; they recognized this weapon as well. The European knight's lance was not much different, just heavier. Regardless of the path taken, the purpose remained the same.
At the very least, when Zheng Yifan effortlessly dispatched several zombies, his nonchalance captivated the woman beside him.
She truly hadn't expected cold weapons to be so effective against zombies. While handguns could kill zombies, it wasn't an easy task. Even headshots were not guaranteed; bullets could easily get lodged in a zombie's skull. Only a direct hit that penetrated deep enough could take down these monsters. Minor injuries meant nothing to zombies; they could still rise again, swaying unsteadily.
Zheng Yifan's spear, however, was different. It pierced through their skulls with ease—entering through the eyes and then twisting inside. No zombie could rise again after that.
The woman looked at Zheng Yifan with an expression of having struck gold.
She realized how fortunate she was to have such a formidable man by her side. She had witnessed countless people perish in the jaws of zombies; even those armed with firearms stood little chance. When zombies closed in, there was no opportunity for careful aim before firing. Often, a burst of bullets would hit their bodies but achieve nothing; they would still get back up unless one was lucky enough to break their spine.
This was sheer luck, and she had yet to encounter such a situation herself. Now, having a capable fighter by her side made everything feel much easier.
Walking down the street revealed the chaotic scene around them. Three hours had passed—a considerable amount of time—but people continued to act frantically in France, a country flooded with firearms. No one on the streets was unarmed.
Many zombies were swiftly dealt with, yet in reality, more people had already died. The few zombies visible on the streets now seemed misleading.
The zombies had clustered together and moved as one unit. Wherever they went, the weapons in people's hands became useless debris.
Like in the movies, the idea that a submachine gun could continuously fire and take down zombies has never existed. In the Apocalyptic World, even such powerful weapons couldn't hold humanity for long, especially not now.
556-millimeter bullets hitting a zombie merely create a wound; they don't even cause a penetrating injury, let alone crush the zombie's body or drain it of its flesh and blood.
Ordinary bullets have become far too simple for zombies.
“Take the alley. Whatever you do, don’t go on the main road; those people have gone mad. They don’t see others as human anymore, and they’ll kill any living creature in sight. Especially on the Champs-Élysées, which has completely turned into a war zone. The people there have taken over all the shops and stripped them bare,” the woman said as she pulled Zheng Yifan toward the alley.
Zheng Yifan looked at her; her agile physique was already surprising to him.
Her movements were incredibly nimble, as if she had undergone rigorous training. Each step was taken with caution. Zheng Yifan held his Silver Spear, dealing with the sudden zombies around them. They were nothing to worry about; he could easily take them down without breaking a sweat.
However, he couldn’t do that right now because he needed to figure out many things. Humanity required this kind of madness. If it weren’t for the months of turmoil following the apocalypse, no one would truly awaken to their situation. Humanity would still be fragmented, attacking one another.
Only when zombies took the initiative would humans realize they needed to help and support each other.
Things were different now than before; previously, there were only First-Level Zombies. This time, the invasion of Vital Energy was much stronger. While it still couldn’t compare to the Apocalyptic World, it had reached a level where zombies could evolve to the Third Stage.
In that case, Superpowered Individuals would gradually emerge, just like many high-ranking members in the Apocalypse Security Company and Hope Group who were already Superpowered Individuals. Zheng Yifan’s relatives were no exception.
“Up ahead is where everyone gathers. You must be careful; many people inside are eyeing others hungrily. You look young and strong enough to carry away plenty of supplies, so make sure to bring back as much as you can and talk less,” she continued in her stern tone.
But Zheng Yifan slowly began to grasp what was happening: these agile individuals were out searching for strong young people to carry large amounts of supplies away from the city center.
It was highly likely that they were still looking for scapegoats. The destructive power of the Zombies was undoubtedly immense. Even with bombs, grenades, artillery, or even missiles, it was impossible to eliminate the Zombies. Although they could sustain injuries, the damage from shrapnel was quite limited against them. A human would die from a gut wound or a cut throat.
Zombies could only be killed by decapitating them. The disparity was too great. The existing weapons clearly needed to be updated.
Continuing forward, after leaping over the Champs-Élysées and walking for more than half an hour, Zheng Yifan finally saw a crowd. In the center of the city, the death toll was so high that it had almost been completely overrun by Zombies. Only in front of those valuable shops were there a few desperate souls.
Zheng Yifan now realized that his neighborhood had already been completely evacuated. He feared he might be the last person to leave.
It seemed these people were searching for those who had been left behind, helping them carry supplies. He had no idea what had happened to the cars, but it appeared that the streets were far from normal. The construction boom in Paris had long passed, and new buildings were scarce; thus, construction vehicles within the city were extremely limited. This was a fashion capital, not a city under construction, leading to massive traffic congestion. It seemed someone would need to clear the roads.
Having witnessed apocalyptic streets before, Zheng Yifan understood that these people's intentions were merely to exploit them. (To be continued.)
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