Apocalypse: Zombie Elimination Expert

The parents of the "Painted Face Guy" preferred a daughter, so they gave him a feminine name, even though he was big and burly from a young age.

Because his name is too effeminate, to the point that he feels like hitting someone whenever he hears them call him by his full name, he extremely hates being called by his real name.

Of course, very few people know his real name.

Hua Lian was an underground boxer, and the tattoo on half of his head earned him the nickname "Hua Lian" (meaning "Painted Face").

He prefers this name.

It's called underground boxing, but it has nothing to do with boxing at all; it's basically a modern underground fighting arena.

After all, even real underground boxing has rules to protect it and takes the safety of the fighters into account.

But the situation is different in the world of painted-face actors. All they need to do is make the fight exciting, thrilling, and bloody enough to make the audience willing to pay.

With his burly physique and ruthless fighting style, Hua Lian has amassed considerable fame in the underground scene.

He doesn't need to do this job to make a living; he just enjoys it.

I enjoy the thrill of this kind of fighting, I enjoy the visceral bloodshed, and I especially enjoy seeing my opponent lying on the ground, wishing they were dead.

The doctor said he has antisocial personality disorder.

Painted Face doesn't deny it, because he genuinely hopes for the world to collapse, for all order to crumble into a mess, so he can do whatever he wants and vent all the malice in his heart.

I dream about it!

Unexpectedly, this actually happened.

When the zombie crisis broke out and the apocalypse arrived, Hua Lian couldn't believe his eyes.

He was very scared at first.

He was afraid of being bitten by zombies, afraid of starving to death at home, and even more afraid that he would be the only living person left in the entire neighborhood.

But he soon discovered that although there were many zombies, there were still quite a few survivors in the neighborhood.

And although these zombies look terrifying, they are not very fast, and they seem not difficult to deal with.

He was excited.

Utter excitement.

He felt that his time had come.

While others were still trembling with fear of the apocalypse and trying to call for help, he had already picked up his phone and started sending messages to all the residents in the community group to confirm how many survivors were left.

Although he couldn't contact everyone when the internet went down, he had already determined the number and location of survivors in at least three buildings.

He also used a combination of force and women to win over two henchmen.

Looking out the window at the zombies that were still lurking, Hua Lian picked up his phone and opened a chat app.

Although the internet connection has been lost, the chat history is still there.

[Fist to the Heart: Hello beautiful, this is from the property management department. We need to confirm how many survivors are left in our community. If you haven't been infected and turned into a zombie, please reply so we can distribute supplies later.]

[I want cilantro: Really? Will there be any supplies?]

[Frankly: Of course! We'll even deliver to your door! Which building, floor, and apartment does the beautiful lady live in? We'll distribute them one by one according to the survivors' order.]

[Want some cilantro: Okay, I live in Building 7, Unit 1, apartment number 702. Please hurry, my family eats very little...]

Looking at the beautiful face in the profile picture, Hua Lian smiled.

He pouted his stubble-covered lips and his yellowed teeth stained with tobacco, and slowly kissed her.

"Don't worry, baby. You're so beautiful, I'll be quick. I've already cleared five floors today, and I should be able to deliver it to your door by tomorrow at the latest..."

……

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

In front of the fire door on the eighteenth floor, Chen Tuo was still wearing his familiar leather jacket and helmet, and his hands were also covered with boxing gloves.

Shu Yao stood to the side, dressed in a full black motorcycle leather jacket, her hair tied up high, carrying a hiking backpack, and clutching a silver entrenching tool in her hand.

She also carried the pry bar, screwdriver, and spear on her back.

She appeared capable and efficient, a stark contrast to her previous weak and helpless demeanor.

Chen Tuo, carrying a short axe, yanked open the fire door.

I looked around and saw no zombies; all four doors were tightly shut.

"Starting from 1801."

Shu Yao removed the iron bar used to pry open the door and slowly stepped forward...

Having already received the theoretical explanation below, she knew the process; now all she needed to do was put it into practice.

I knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

boom!

The entrenching tool was used to strike the cat's eye.

The cat's eye shattered instantly.

Upon further observation, no zombies were seen.

"There don't seem to be any zombies."

Seeing the wisdom in Shu Yao's eyes, Chen Tuo reminded her, "Don't let your guard down. The zombie outbreak will occur in the early morning, when most people will be sleeping in their rooms. Just because there are no zombies in the living room doesn't mean there aren't any in the rooms. You must remain absolutely cautious."

"clear!"

Shu Yao immediately became serious, threaded the iron bar through the hole, and began to pry open the door...

Chen Tuo pressed his hand against the door, observing her every move.

Although it was a bit clumsy, it wasn't too unfamiliar. It seems that the half hour of practice was effective and I didn't slack off.

Less than a minute.

Click—

The door opened.

Chen Tuo, carrying a short axe, was the first to enter and headed towards the two bedrooms.

Shu Yao, meanwhile, nervously began checking the bathroom, kitchen, and balcony.

After wandering around for a while, the two met in the living room, and Chen Tuo pulled up his goggles.

"Looks like you're in luck. The owner of this house isn't home, which means there are no zombies."

Upon hearing this, Shu Yao realized that she didn't have to fight the zombies, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, unsure whether to be happy or disappointed.

"search."

"clear!"

The two had a clear division of labor: one went towards the kitchen, and the other went towards the room.

In less than ten minutes, everything usable in the entire room was gathered together.

"There's not much I can take with me..."

Looking at the things on the table, Chen Tuo couldn't help but frown.

1801 is a typical example of most ordinary families. They have all the basic necessities, such as firewood, rice, oil, and salt, and the refrigerator also has meat, eggs, vegetables, and noodles. However, they have very little ready-made food, and they only found two packs of instant noodles in the cupboard.

Fortunately, half a carton of milk and about ten eggs can be stored for a long time, so it can be considered a small gain.

Besides that, the two boxes of ibuprofen and the box of cold medicine were the biggest gains.

As for the rest of the items, they weren't of much value.

"Next."

After packing her things into her backpack, Shu Yao quickly caught up with Chen Tuo.

There was little to be gained in 1802 either.

The fact that the door was pried open and the walls and floors were all made of cement, indicating that this was an unfurnished apartment.

It wasn't even decorated, let alone anyone could live in it.

"It seems the occupancy rate of our building isn't very high. There are already two unfurnished apartments on less than three floors."

Chen Tuo muttered something to himself, then closed the door and headed towards the other side of the elevator lobby...

In front of room 1803, Shu Yao knocked on the door with practiced ease.

Soon, the sounds of zombies came from inside.

Shu Yao's face stiffened.

Chen Tuo then smiled.

After making a tearful expression, Shu Yao picked up an entrenching tool and slapped it at the cat's eye.

As the peephole was smashed, the zombie's voice became clearer behind the door, revealing its terrifying face.

Chen Tuo took off his helmet and let Shu Yao put it on.

The reason we didn't give it to her before was because Shu Yao's close combat ability was poor; her only advantage was her observation skills, relying on her ears and eyes to observe everything around her.

Putting a helmet on her during the exploration of the corridor would not only fail to help her, but also fail to improve her practical experience.

Now that zombies have been discovered, and given this is the first time dealing with them, helmets will provide excellent protection.

"From now on, you will deal with this zombie on your own. I will not interfere."

Remembering what Chen Tuo had said to her before, and his determination to change, Shu Yao did not show any cowardice this time.

After taking a deep breath, his expression turned serious. He picked up the stick with the screwdriver strapped to it, aimed at the cat's eye, and waited for the perfect moment when the zombie would reveal its pupils.

Soon, the opportunity arose.

puff-

The screwdriver plunged in suddenly...

……