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"They are either willing to leave or not. Let's bring that fat guy and the captain over to discuss it together. With that fat guy around, finding an entrance should be much easier." Yang Xiaoyou pondered for a moment before slowly agreeing.
The fat guy he mentioned was, of course, the Warden, who was still sweating profusely.
However, at that moment, a few prisoners near the Field Trip Group could no longer hold back, although they had yet to make any extreme moves.
But their verbal taunts were becoming increasingly vulgar.
"Hey, beautiful over there! In this world we're living in, we might not even survive until tomorrow. Why not let loose a little and cherish this last bit of time together?" one prisoner dressed in a jumpsuit whistled.
His words drew cheers from a group beside him.
"Exactly! Living in their rigid country, judging by their age, they probably haven't tasted some of life's wonderful experiences. We should share some kindness and teach them a thing or two."
"Haha, that's right! We should make the most of our last moments."
At that moment, Zhao Chen in the crowd looked at the scene outside with a slightly gloomy expression.
Originally, this group of fellows had never stopped their cheap talk, but it had only been verbal at first. The guards nearby could usually silence them with just a few sharp words.
However, after the confrontation that had occurred earlier, they had drawn quite a bit of attention. Just as that confrontation seemed to have calmed down, unrest flared up here immediately.
Since most of the members were students, their physical abilities were still quite inferior compared to adults. Even though a few possessed martial arts skills, most of the boys only knew some basic fighting techniques. The majority of girls in the group were nearly helpless in this situation.
The teacher leading them was a skilled fighter proficient in Wing Chun, but unfortunately, he was injured and seemed to have an infection in his wound; otherwise, he could have exerted more deterrence.
Zhao Chen felt a sense of foreboding as he glanced at the darkened and bruised wound on the teacher's arm that had been cut by metal fragments and was beginning to emit a faint odor.
At this moment, they were truly beset by internal and external troubles. He realized he needed to hold things together; he couldn't place all the pressure on Liang Wuxuan, the President, even though her expression appeared somewhat odd—she seemed unfazed by the current situation but had shown some interest in the zombies they encountered on the road.
Faced with the increasingly provocative taunts from outside, everyone in the team wore grim expressions. However, their current position was undoubtedly weak; they could only endure those words for now.
As Zhao Chen maintained a calm demeanor to keep the surrounding boys composed, he also encouraged a few of the more psychologically resilient girls to comfort those who were sobbing. However, his heart sank deeper with each passing moment. He had already borrowed strength several times; another attempt might backfire, intensifying the conflict and causing the guards to develop a dislike for him and his group.
"Leave some room for negotiation; you all need to know when to stop," a slightly hoarse voice emerged from the crowd.
Following that voice, a somewhat weathered figure stood up from among the students. He appeared a bit unsteady at first but quickly regained his balance and strode confidently toward the students.
It was none other than Teacher Huang, the lead chaperone for this School Trip. However, his once sun-kissed complexion now looked pale, his lips tinged with purple, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
As he stood up, several students reached out to support him, but he waved them off. "Enough! I am your teacher, and your parents entrusted you to me with great faith! Yet now, half of you are missing! I will not allow any more accidents to occur!"
"While I still have strength, I must resolve any lingering issues!" In that moment, he exuded an intense determination, as if anyone standing in his way would be torn apart.
This fierce aura immediately subdued the hormone-driven prisoners, quieting the scene considerably.
Yang Xiaoyou, who had initially planned to intimidate from the sidelines, decided to hold back upon seeing someone step forward. However, upon noticing Teacher Huang's pallor and expression, his face hidden beneath his helmet turned grim.
Without hesitation, Yang Xiaoyou stepped forward and drew his gun, aiming it at Huang's head.
His actions startled those nearby.
The students glared at Yang Xiaoyou with fiery eyes; no matter how strong their teacher was, being threatened with a gun rendered him powerless, especially in such poor health.
Meanwhile, the prisoners cheered loudly, believing Yang Xiaoyou was one of their own.
Even Nobunaga Hideyoshi and Noah behind Yang Xiaoyou frowned at this turn of events; Noah seemed ready to intervene but was stopped by Nobunaga Hideyoshi.
"What do you mean by this?" Huang Jing asked sternly as he faced the gun.
"You’re injured; let me take a look," Yang Xiaoyou replied calmly, seemingly unfazed by the reactions of those around him as he focused intently on Huang's arm wrapped in bandages.
"Teacher Huang wasn't injured by those fellows; it was a cut from a sharp weapon. The wound is long and narrow and has become infected due to the climate. It's easy to identify as a sharp weapon injury," explained a pretty girl who had been sitting beside Teacher Huang and caring for him.
Having spent so long in this environment, coupled with the warnings from the soldiers, the students had come to understand some aspects of viral infection.
"Let me take a look," Yang Xiaoyou said, unfazed, as he fired a shot that grazed the other person's hair, seemingly demonstrating his resolve.
Seeing Yang Xiaoyou's firm attitude, Huang Jing hesitated no longer. He tore away the bandage from his arm, revealing a gruesome wound beneath.
A narrow, elongated gash exposed the surrounding muscles, which were all torn apart. The wound appeared blackish-purple, and there was a sense of ruptured veins nearby, accompanied by a foul odor wafting through the air.
Although the wound was laid bare and deeply inflicted, not a single drop of blood flowed when the bandage was removed; the bloodstains on the bandage were clearly remnants from long ago.
Just a glance at the wound was enough for Yang Xiaoyou to say, "I promise you, after you die, I will take care of them." Before he could finish his sentence, he aimed at Huang Jing's head and fired again.
However, this time, despite Yang Xiaoyou's precise aim, the bullet still merely grazed Huang Jing's hair as it flew past.
"How could I let you take care of them? My own students must be taken care of by me," Huang Jing replied, his head twisting unnaturally as he spoke. His tongue extended out to lick around; its length was clearly beyond that of an ordinary person, giving him an eerie appearance.
Before those nearby could react to what was happening, Yang Xiaoyou entered a state of Cognitive Acceleration. To keep his body in sync with his thoughts, he also maximized his Limit Release.
Everything around him slowed down; even Yang Xiaoyou's movements accelerated within that slow-motion frame as if he were no longer affected by it.
He continuously analyzed Huang Jing's movement trajectory and fired repeatedly.
Yet at that moment, Huang Jing seemed even more agile than Yang Xiaoyou within his slowed perception. His thoughts raced at double speed but barely managed to keep up with Huang Jing's pace.
Huang Jing showed no signs of being injured; his speed far exceeded what anyone could imagine. He swiftly dove into the crowd of prisoners. The penetration power of Yang Xiaoyou's bullets was ultimately limited; amidst so many human shields, he could only rely on his exceptional predictive ability to barely hit Huang Jing in the leg.
Despite being shot, Huang Jing acted as if he hadn’t been harmed at all. He continued moving rapidly while dodging Yang Xiaoyou's bullets. In one fluid motion, he easily decapitated two prisoners and held their heads in his hands. After darting to the wall, his elongated tongue wrapped around the two heads before he quickly scaled up like a gecko.
At that moment, everyone present finally realized that the figure scaling the wall with two severed heads and a tongue over half a meter long was no longer human.
Gunfire erupted around them, targeting that rapidly moving figure. Realizing that continuing would yield no good outcome, Huang Jing suddenly spun around and leaped toward the nearest window. During his leap, one arm effortlessly pierced through the chest of a guard standing by the window, leaving the entire corpse hanging from him as he prepared to jump out.
With only two bullets left in the gun, Yang Xiaoyou felt as if time around him had slowed down once again the moment his opponent lunged forward.
The figure that had previously been barely perceptible due to the effects of Cognitive Acceleration now became much clearer. He calculated the trajectory of his opponent's next movements and, in conjunction with the paths blocked by his allies' gunfire, fired his last two bullets in quick succession towards two different directions.
'Thud'
"Roar!"
As Huang Jing was about to leap out of the window with a corpse and two severed heads, he suddenly let out a furious roar. Even after he vanished from sight, the echo of his cry lingered in the restaurant, as if he had suffered immense pain.
Once the adrenaline wore off, Yang Xiaoyou struggled against the dizziness clouding his mind, feeling an overwhelming heaviness in his heart.
In those final moments, he had managed to hit his target: one bullet struck the waist while the other hit the spine, aided by the uncontrollable boost from his heightened state of Cognitive Acceleration.
Yet despite this, his opponent's formidable vitality allowed him to escape. This left Yang Xiaoyou feeling quite despondent.
From what Yang Xiaoyou understood about Infected Entities, the strength displayed by this one was merely a result of being in the early stages of infection. Most of its energy was spent on transformation, which was why it could be temporarily repelled by him and his companions.
However, if it were to receive enough 'nourishment' to restore its strength, its combat capabilities would skyrocket exponentially.
"I never expected that in such a short time, it would evolve into this... Damn it!" Yang Xiaoyou's grip on the gun tightened, causing his knuckles to turn pale from the pressure.
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