Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

Jiang Sicheng held Chen Su tightly in his arms with one hand, while his other hand, which was holding a gun, was already raised. The muzzle flashed slightly, and the pistol equipped with a silencer emitted two low thuds.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The two zombies at the front had two bloody holes explode in the center of their foreheads almost simultaneously, splattering blood and brain matter. Their bodies stiffened for a moment, then collapsed to the ground.

The third zombie was a step slower, and it had already pounced close, its rotting mouth wide open, trying to bite at the arm that Jiang Sicheng was using to protect Chen Su.

Jiang Sicheng's eyes were cold. His arm around Chen Su remained still, and with a flick of his wrist, the gun was almost pressed against the zombie's chin.

"puff!"

The bullet pierced the zombie's head from bottom to top, bringing out a clump of blackish-red filth from the top of its head.

The zombie stopped moving abruptly and collapsed limply to the ground.

All of this happened in just two or three seconds, so fast that no one had time to react.

Chen Su was terrified. She instinctively clung tightly to Jiang Sicheng's waist, buried her face in his chest, and trembled uncontrollably.

Jiang Sicheng's body seemed to stiffen for a moment, but he neither pushed her away nor had time to comfort her.

After firing that shot, his arm remained around Chen Su, protecting her at his side, but his gaze and the muzzle of his gun quickly shifted to another lunging zombie, and he coldly shouted, "Song Yi, left. Yun Fan, guard the surroundings!"

"Understood!" Song Yi had already reacted, roared, and sparks flew from the assault rifle in his hand.

"Da da da!" Precise bursts of fire forced the zombie on the left to retreat repeatedly before finally collapsing to the ground with a headshot.

He Yunfan completely ignored the zombies; his gun and eyes were fixed on Zhao Dahai, who had hidden in a corner of the pile of debris the moment the zombies pounced, trying to sneak away.

"Where would you like to go, Master Zhao?"

Jiang Sicheng's voice rang out, not loud, and even without much variation.

Zhao Dahai trembled all over, as if he had been frozen in place. His foot, which he had just raised, froze in mid-air before he slowly lowered it.

He turned around and saw the gun pointed at him. The color drained from his face, and large beads of cold sweat streamed down his forehead and temples, instantly soaking his collar.

His lips trembled, his eyes darted around in terror, and he made a final, desperate attempt to explain: "I...I didn't know...I really didn't know there were these monsters here! Maybe they're the workers who were trapped here before...I...I'm a victim too..."

"Oh?" Jiang Sicheng interrupted him, his voice carrying a faint hint of mockery.

He released the bewildered Chen Su from his arms and took a step forward.

The military boots stomped on the ground, making a clear and heavy "tap".

He approached Zhao Dahai step by step, unhurriedly, each step feeling like stepping on the other's nerves on the verge of collapse.

"Don't know?" Jiang Sicheng stopped a few steps away from Zhao Dahai, raising the muzzle of his gun slightly. Although he didn't point it directly at Zhao Dahai, it still brought a strong sense of pressure.

"Then can you explain why the shortcut you led us through completely deviated from the correct direction Chen Su pointed out, and instead happened to lead us to this place full of clutter, a blind spot, and the perfect spot for an ambush?"

"Why were those zombies conveniently covered by the tarpaulin, and why did they only pounce out just as we approached?"

"Why didn't they come out and roam sooner? Why did it have to be after you led the way?"

A series of questions, presented with clear logic, thoroughly exposed Zhao Dahai's clumsy lies and sinister intentions to everyone.

"And another thing," Jiang Sicheng's gaze swept over a rusty iron ladder leading underground and the hole below, his voice growing even colder.

"Where is that maintenance shaft passage you mentioned? I've checked the opening under this iron ladder; it's sealed with concrete and it's not a sewer entrance at all."

Zhao Dahai's face turned from white to green, then from green to gray, and the terror in his eyes turned into despair. His body trembled so much that he could barely stand.

His lips moved, but he could no longer utter a complete excuse, only broken, tearful cries: "I remembered wrong... I must have confused things... Brother, Captain Jiang! Believe me, I really didn't mean any harm! I just wanted to help you find the way quickly, I..."

"Help us find our way?" Song Yi finally understood, and a surge of anger rose within him.

He strode over, gun in hand, and pressed the muzzle hard against the back of Zhao Dahai's head. The force was so great that Zhao Dahai staggered. "Damn it! You're trying to lure us into the zombie horde so we can feed the zombies, and then you can sneak back and hoard all the food in the storage room, aren't you?! I hate scum like you who stab me in the back the most!"

He Yunfan also came over. He squatted down, quickly checked the fallen zombies, and then carefully examined the torn waterproof cloth and the surrounding environment.

Then he stood up, adjusted his glasses, and stated the facts: "These bodies were infected within 24 hours. The fatal wounds were not gunshot wounds or obvious external injuries. The preliminary assessment is that they were deliberately confined here in a semi-starved state to maintain their aggressiveness. There are fresh handprints and drag marks on the tarpaulin. He is lying and intends to murder."

The chain of evidence is complete, and the motive is clear.

Zhao Dahai's face turned ashen; his last shred of hope vanished.

His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, tears and snot streaming down his face. He began to kowtow and beg for mercy without any dignity: "Brothers! Brothers! I was wrong! I was bewitched! I'm not human! I'm an animal! Please spare my life! I don't want any of that food or drink! You can have it all! Please let me go! I'll never do it again! I can be your slave..."

Looking at his tearful and pathetic state, Jiang Sicheng's eyes remained unmoved, only filled with unfathomable coldness and indifference.

He ignored Zhao Dahai's nauseating pleas and didn't even glance at him.

He turned his head, his gaze first falling on Chen Su's face, which was as pale as paper, but whose eyes gradually filled with hatred and lingering fear. Then his gaze swept over Song Yi, whose face was full of anger, and He Yunfan, who was holding a gun and guarding the surroundings.

Then, under Zhao Dahai's despairing gaze, Jiang Sicheng raised the gun in his hand again.

The gun wasn't pointed at his head or heart, but rather steadily at the area above his right knee, which was trembling violently with fear and curled up.

"This shot," Jiang Sicheng's voice was eerily calm, "was because you led us astray, wasting our time and energy."

The moment he finished speaking, his finger pulled the trigger.

"puff!"

The pistol with the silencer attached made a muffled sound.

"Ah—! My leg! My leg!!"

Zhao Dahai let out a piercing scream!

A burst of blood erupted above his right knee, and he screamed as he collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony as he clutched his bleeding leg. His cries echoed through the air, sending chills down the spine.

Jiang Sicheng expressionlessly sheathed his gun and put it back in the holster on his leg.

He turned to face Chen Su and Song Yi, who was still furious, and his voice returned to its concise and cold tone: "Clean up the scene and check the equipment. Five minutes later, proceed to the east side of the freight yard for an on-site inspection, following the original plan."

"This," he paused, gesturing with his toe to Zhao Dahai on the ground whose wails were gradually fading, his tone indifferent, "stay here, your life or death is up to fate."