Apocalypse: Zombie Elimination Expert

"ha?"

Chen Tuo frowned.

Having no other choice, Zhang Shanhai recounted in detail how Li Wenwu had saved his mother's life.

Chen Tuo listened without saying a word.

After a long while, Chen Tuo put away the dagger, his face filled with speechlessness.

He understood; he couldn't kill Li Wenwu.

However, from Zhang Shanhai's perspective, this is not unreasonable.

Anyway, it's not like I'm the one who's being harmed. If the person involved doesn't care, why should I care?

"Old Zhang, I'll say it again: this kind of person is a menace. If you still consider him an ally, I guarantee this won't be the last time he screws you over. Next time, there might not be anyone to save you."

"As for whether you kick him out or continue to help him survive in the apocalypse, that's up to you..."

Zhang Shanhai nodded with a wry smile, "I understand, Brother Chen Tuo."

Chen Tuo didn't say anything more and planned to go back to the fifth floor to clean the room.

But before leaving, he pointed at Li Wenwu and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to appear in front of me."

After saying that, he left directly.

Shu Yao quickly followed.

"Did you hear that? My brother Tuo said, if you show your face again, I'll kill you!"

Jiang Xin spat viciously, then kicked him twice more.

A hint of resentment welled up in Li Wenwu's eyes.

"Oh? You dare to bare your teeth!"

Two more kicks.

Only when Li Wenwu cried out in pain and covered his nose did he hop and skip after Chen Tuo...

Once only the two of them remained at the scene, Zhang Shanhai turned his head and looked at Li Wenwu on the stall.

His gaze was far more complex than when he was looking at Chen Tuo.

With a mournful face, Li Wenwu shakily got up from the ground and knelt down in front of him.

"Brother Hai, I really didn't mean it. It's just... my mind went blank, and I didn't react in time. I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Zhang Shanhai's disappointment was palpable; he wanted to get angry, but found he couldn't vent it.

This is probably what extreme disappointment looks like, right?

I couldn't even muster the urge to scold or smash things; all I felt was a deep sense of loss.

"Wenwu, I have repaid the debt of saving my elderly mother. From today onwards, we are even."

"Brother Hai..."

Li Wenwu froze, then began slapping himself repeatedly across the face. "I was wrong, Brother Hai, I was really wrong! I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to!"

He was genuinely panicked.

Without Zhang Shanhai, he absolutely could not have dealt with the zombies on his own, and he would never have survived.

Asking him to kill zombies with weapons all by himself is tantamount to taking his life.

Zhang Shanhai simply watched quietly without intervening.

His gaze involuntarily turned to the direction Chen Tuo had left.

A life for a life, that's fair.

He suddenly felt much lighter, as if something that had been weighing on his heart for so many years had finally been released.

But he knew even better that he had repaid the debt of gratitude he owed Li Wenwu, but now he owed Chen Tuo his life.

However, it's still better than the former...

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"Damn, I can't hear you very well!"

The man with the painted face listened to the wall for ages, almost scraping the paint off the wall, but still couldn't figure out what was going on on the other side.

Red Hair tentatively spoke up, "Brother Painted Face, I did hear a few words clearly. It sounded like... it sounded like they were arguing on the other end, saying something about scourges and three-headed zombies."

Green Hair hesitated slightly. "Three heads? It sounds more like six heads to me."

"Why does it sound like sixteen heads to me?" Old Zhang chimed in.

The red-haired man was dumbfounded. "You're fucking outrageous, sixteen heads? What kind of concept is that? The mahjong parlor next door set up four tables all night long?"

The man with the painted face turned grim.

Regardless of which side it is, judging from the commotion on the other side of the wall, it sounds like quite a commotion.

There will be at least five zombies.

Furthermore, the sounds from all directions indicated that the other party had completely cleared out the zombies; otherwise, they wouldn't have had the time to sit on the same floor and argue.

Green Hair muttered to himself, "There seem to be quite a few survivors in the next unit, and they've even grouped together. How many people are there?"

"I estimate quite a few, at least more than zombies, maybe seven or eight," Red Hair said, offering his guess.

"There can be so many?"

None of them really believed it.

If we're talking about how many people are left in each building and each unit, the group with the painted faces are the most qualified to answer that question.

They've already searched two buildings. Although they haven't completely searched all the survivors in Platinum International, they can draw conclusions based on their observations over the past few days.

The initial infection rate during the zombie crisis was ridiculously high!

The building is divided into two units that are connected to each other. Although the unit doors are separate, they are only separated by a few beams and a narrow path.

Each unit has 31 floors, excluding the lobby at the bottom, with four households on each floor.

One unit has 120 households, so the whole building has two units, which is 240 households.

Based on an average of three people per household, that's almost 720 people.

Even if we exclude those who stay in empty apartments, are on business trips, are traveling, or don't come home at night, there are still at least two-thirds of them.

There are always about 500 people left in a building.

Whether Hua Lian contacted them in advance to gather information or led people to knock on doors in Building 6 to investigate the survivors, the conclusion was the same.

No more than five survivors can survive in a single apartment building, and no more than ten survivors can survive in two apartments in a whole building.

Not to mention that in the past few days, some people have lost their lives while trying to escape the community, or have been bitten while going out to find food, so there are even fewer survivors in each building.

It's unbelievable that at least seven or eight people have appeared in just one unit of building eight...

"Maybe the people in the next unit are luckier and more people survived."

"It's also possible that they recruited survivors from other buildings to form a temporary team."

"Who cares, Painted Face Bro? I think I just heard a woman's voice. Should we just go over there, beat up the guys, tie up the girls, and subdue them all?"

The painted-face man slapped the red-haired man on the head who had suggested it. "You're going?"

"I... how could I possibly take on so many people?" Red Hair chuckled sheepishly and shrank back.

"So I can handle it?"

The man with the painted face lit a cigarette while cursing, and began to plot in his mind.

He is quite skilled; with his muscular physique and fighting foundation honed in the ring, he could easily handle three or four ordinary adult men at the same time.

But if the quantity is any larger, it will cause problems.

Not to mention this isn't a fight empty-handed; in this day and age, who doesn't have a couple of weapons on their hands?

Being able to kill at least five or six zombies in a short time is not something that can be done simply by having a large number of people.

The other side is definitely not a bunch of pigs; there are at least one or two of them with considerable fighting power.

If you want to win this group over, you can't just use force; you have to use strategy.

When people see a man with a face full of scars, their first impression is that he is a brute, but few people know that he is a scholar of the Spring and Autumn Annals.

It's true that he has violent tendencies, but he also enjoys watching movies and reading books about political intrigue and strategy.

Hua Lian knew that rather than risking a head-on confrontation, it was better to first make a gentle approach as a fellow survivor.

Find out the specifics of this team, then find its leader, figure out a way to remove him from his position, rebuild your authority, and then swallow them all whole.

When you have a larger force, it's perfectly reasonable to forcefully annex the smaller number of survivors.

However, we currently have fewer people on our side, and frankly, we are just starting out. Even if we have some advantages, we must suppress the risks to the extreme. That is the smart thing to do.

"Hmph, you get all worked up when you see a woman. If I made you the boss, you'd be wiped out before you even managed to take down two waves of survivors. Kid, learn from my next move."

The man with the painted face turned his head and looked at Fang Hui, who was applying red lipstick in front of the mirror on the sofa next to him.

"Go over to the other side and find out their background."

"Huh? I...I'll go?" Fang Hui's hand trembled, and she almost poked the lipstick off.

The painted-face man remained noncommittal. "Of course, otherwise, would I go? Didn't you say you wanted to be the best vase in my hands?"

Fang Hui panicked, "But Brother Painted Face, shouldn't vases be displayed at home? How, how can they be..."

The painted-face man grabbed her pretty face and sneered, "A vase naturally has its purpose. Here, besides holding flowers, it also needs to be displayed outside to help me attract customers..."

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