Doomsday Plan Special Envoy

This apocalyptic zombie virus can even be driven by "corpses"?

Or is it because the person who was just shot in a vital spot by an arrow is not quite dead yet?

"hiss--"

The zombie didn't care about any of that; it completely ignored the arrow wound that pierced its abdomen and the mangled body that had been gnawed at.

As if driven by some kind of magic, it pushed off with its legs and was about to squeeze into the crew passage, following the scent of people to track Zhang Shun and his group ahead.

"Snap—"

Jiang Yan stood on high ground, nocked an arrow, and shot another arrow that plucked the leaping zombie from the air. The huge kinetic energy caused the zombie to freeze in mid-air and crash heavily to the ground.

Then came the second and third arrows; he specifically targeted the zombies' hands and feet, trying to pin them to the deck and force them to lose their ability to pursue.

He would rather fight humans than zombies.

Humans are timid and fragile; if struck in a vital spot, they lose both courage and strength.

As for Captain Zhang and his men, they should be almost at the bow deck on the second floor.

The rustling of silent footsteps is about to appear.

Jiang Yan looked down at the exit of the crew passage and shot an arrow without hesitation.

He was equipped with a semi-automatic quiver given to him by the store manager of the military supplies store. Its rate of fire was much faster than that of a normal bow and arrow, so there was no need to conserve it.

Anyone who has played shooting games knows how important pre-aiming and pre-firing are. If an arrow has even a chance to kill someone, then its cost-effectiveness is extremely high.

"roar!"

Two angry roars of zombies rang out in succession, rushing towards the stern of the ship.

At this moment, Captain Zhang Shun and his son were lagging behind the group. He heard the zombies leaping and charging from behind. His eyes fell on Uncle Jiang's crossbow: "Your crossbow has a faster rate of fire than Jiang Yan's. Help suppress them. We must get to the captain's cabin under the flying bridge before the zombies rush up."

He continued, "Jiang Yan can't shoot directly below. I just saw his cousin in the captain's cabin. If we can take one down, things will be much easier."

"Cousin? Yes, he values ​​his cousin very much."

Zhang Qiming finally recovered from the shock he had just experienced. Upon hearing the word "cousin," his eyes regained their sparkle.

"boom--"

He kicked the iron door of the cabin a few times, then used a hammer he found somewhere to hammer the hinges a few times, and took the whole door off.

"Let's go, Wang Er, let's rush through the iron gate and get Uncle Jiang to help suppress Jiang Yan. It's inconvenient for him to shoot from that position."

Zhang Qiming lifted the front of the iron door. Due to the displacement limit, the door on the ship would definitely not be a thicker version. This alloy door only weighed thirty or forty kilograms, and it would definitely be no problem for two men to carry it.

"it is good."

Wang Er simply nodded. He didn't know why things had turned out this way, but after the apocalypse, he felt as if he were being constantly pushed by an invisible hand.

Escape, borrowing medicine, the death of his elder brother, revenge...

Familiar figures fell one after another around him. At first, he was moved, but now he was numb.

Nothing else mattered; he just wanted an answer from Jiang Yan.

"You guys hold the door open and head to the right to draw his attention. I'll see if I can just kill him."

Uncle Jiang pointed to the crew passage on the other side, while he folded up the small scope on his crossbow.

"Rush!"

Zhang Qiming, half-bent over, rushed out of the corridor with Wang Er. An arrow immediately struck the iron gate, but it failed to penetrate, leaving only a deep crater in the gate.

On the other side, Uncle Jiang seized the opportunity to peek out and raised his hand to shoot Jiang Yan on the flying bridge with his crossbow.

As he pulled the trigger, a bright light suddenly appeared in his field of vision, its heat piercing his eyes.

The crossbow's aim had gone completely astray, and the next second he felt an arrow pierce through his exposed thigh.

His thigh suddenly sank, then began to feel numb and throbbing, and finally came the excruciating pain of being pierced by a sharp object, making it feel as if his scalp was splitting open.

However, Uncle Jiang instinctively lunged into the cabin, and the next second, an iron arrow appeared where he had just fallen.

The arrowhead sank into the deck, its fletching humming and vibrating.

"What?! Something's poking my eye!"

Jiang Shu's vision was filled with a hollow crimson, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. He couldn't recover for a long time.

Jiang Yan, standing on the flying bridge, scoffed as he watched the "crossbowmen" retreat back into the cabin.

Two specially modified black-winged drones hovered around him, guarding him like sentinels.

Jiang Yan and Su Muyun had previously stated that drones could be specifically enhanced for four functions: reconnaissance, transportation, communication, and attack.

He would like to experience an attack drone, a small flying motorcycle carrying bombs, but the reality is that it doesn't allow it.

So Su Muyun combined the equipment at hand to create this laser drone.

Once the attack mode is activated, the drone will use its camera to search for creatures within its range in real time, then use AI to identify the "eyes" and attack them with high-intensity lasers.

This tactic may not be effective against zombies, as their detection methods are currently unclear, but it would certainly be highly effective against humans.

No one can endure the pain of a laser piercing the eyes, especially when it's being "aimed" at.

To some extent, this drone is very effective against gunmen.

Like now, it directly rendered the crossbowman below completely incapable of fighting.

My lord, times have changed.

The combination of drones and AI can accomplish many things that were previously unimaginable. This laser drone is a masterpiece of Su Muyun's technological prowess.

"Aaaaaah!"

While Jiang Yan was dealing with Uncle Jiang, the two men carrying the door panel roared to bolster their courage and charged straight to the bottom of the flying bridge. With the three-story building on the ship above them, they no longer had to worry about Jiang Yan's arrows.

Jiang Yan had already figured out the situation and knew that there were only two people below, so he picked up his spear and jumped down, stepping on the door panel and forcing the two people below to kneel on the ground.

He leaped back onto the deck with lightning speed, the spear looping around his waist and thrusting it under the door panel with a backhand motion.

"Pfft—"

A dull thud brought out a large amount of blood. Wang Er had been stabbed in the waist and collapsed weakly to the ground.

The dizziness from blood loss hit him, but what terrified him even more was something else. He forced himself to lift the door panel and looked up, wanting to ask something.

"etc……"

On the other side, Zhang Qiming was shocked. He subconsciously thought that Jiang Yan was just an archer, and archers were the kind of "fragile" characters in games who could only attack from a distance.

That's completely wrong; without sufficient strength, one simply cannot wield a powerful bow.

"Did you kill my brother?"

Wang Er gritted his teeth and glared at Jiang Yan, finally voicing his innermost question.

"Kill your brother? Wang Da? Didn't I give you the medicine? Why go through all this trouble to kill him?"

Jiang Yan withdrew his spear, his face full of confusion.

Could it be that this group of people thinks he killed Wang Da and is here to seek revenge?

What's it to him?

"Not you?" Wang Er reacted quickly, immediately pushing open the door and turning to look at Zhang Qiming. "It was you?! You killed my brother!"

As if experiencing a sudden burst of energy, his strength surged, and he drew a wrench from his waist and lunged at Zhang Qiming, looking as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"Oh?"

Jiang Yan jumped back, giving the two of them space to duel.

"No, spare me first! Killing Jiang Yan is the important thing!" Zhang Qiming was frightened by Wang Er's imposing manner and retreated repeatedly, instinctively wanting to run towards his father.

"It's easy to spare you, but give me back my brother's life!" Wang Er rushed forward in a fit of rage. He had already suspected something, and Zhang Qiming's cowardly reaction confirmed his suspicions.

"puff--"

Suddenly, a harpoon shot from a short distance stopped the chase.

Wang Er stared wide-eyed at the harpoon piercing his chest, wanting to say something, but the blood overflowing from his throat prevented him from uttering a complete sentence.

"you……"

The harpoon prepared for Jiang Yan ultimately pierced his body.