Apocalypse: Zombie Elimination Expert

"Painted Face... so that's what he's called. He really lives up to his name."

As Chen Tuo, carrying Li Wenwu, recalled the information he had heard earlier, he suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder I hadn't seen those people outside the window for several days in a row; it turns out... they really did come to my granary.

Even the neighbor's house is a threat that the owner must clean up.

Looking at the trembling Li Wenwu, a subtle smile appeared on Chen Tuo's face.

"I've been busy cleaning this building these past few days, which made you think I'm easy to manipulate. You've been trying to play tricks on me, and you've got a whole bunch of them."

"Didn't he send you here to fool me, thinking you could take me down? Fine, then I'll play along with you guys."

After saying that, he turned to look at Shu Yao and Jiang Xin, "Put on all your protective gear and grab your weapons. These rats must be crushed to death today, not a single one left."

"clear!"

"Okay, Brother Tuo!"

The two women responded in unison, one with a serious expression and the other with shining eyes, and immediately turned around and went back into the house to prepare.

Chen Tuo sat in the stairwell, with Li Wenwu kneeling in front of him, his head covered in blood.

He already knew the distribution of people on Hua Lian's side, their purpose, and why Li Wenwu was willing to surrender and betray Zhang Shanhai to curry favor with them...

According to Li Wenwu himself, he knew Hua Lian.

As the manager of an internet cafe outside the neighborhood, although the internet cafe is not as mixed as the old internet cafes, I still often come into contact with all sorts of people. Naturally, I got to know Hua Lian, who is not a local thug, but even gang leaders have to respectfully call him "brother".

When Li Wenwu learned from Fang Hui that the survivor next door was the "famous" Painted Face, he immediately asked her to introduce him.

After all, he couldn't survive on his own after Zhang Shanhai left; he could only survive by clinging to a powerful figure.

Painted face became his chosen new thigh...

For Chen Tuo, the painted face had to be removed.

It wasn't entirely to save Zhang Shanhai; saving him only accounted for less than 30% of the motive.

Chen Tuo never forgot what he witnessed firsthand at the beginning of the apocalypse, what the painted-face man was doing in the building across the street.

The conditions weren't right at the time; the risks were too great, and we couldn't deal with such scum.

Perfect timing! I'll kill him before I leave!

Chen Tuo doesn't consider himself a bad person, but he's definitely not a good one either.

If they don't bully you, fine, but if they do... then let's see who's tougher.

Moreover, judging from the information extracted from Li Wenwu, the other party had even made clear arrangements for how to deal with Jiang Xin and Shu Yao after capturing him.

They even considered that he might leave from the underground parking garage, and were ready to go down and intercept him at any time.

If we don't get rid of this person, there will be considerable hidden dangers when we leave.

Coincidentally, Chen Tuo had a habit.

Before each match, I would repeatedly check my gloves and rehearse tactics based on the different opponents' movements and habits in order to minimize potential problems and risks.

This time was no exception...

Shu Yao and Jiang Xin have returned, fully protected and each carrying their signature weapons.

The two women are still the same as before.

One of them had a solemn expression, as if facing a formidable enemy, showing no sign of underestimating the enemy.

The other one was jumping around, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement, as if he couldn't wait to fly over and start fighting...

"If he's willing to let you run back and forth between two apartment buildings, he must have some way of distracting the zombies, right?"

As they descended the stairs, Chen Tuo looked at Li Wenwu and said, "Come on, tell me, where is the thing hidden?"

By this time, Li Wenwu was already thoroughly tormented. Looking at Chen Tuo's face was like seeing a ghost. His psychological defenses had completely collapsed, and he blurted everything out on the spot.

"There are... there are a few pieces of bloody meat. I put them behind the broken bricks in the corner of the first floor."

Chen Tuo nodded slightly.

He knew where the meat came from without even asking; it was indeed a familiar method.

To be honest, using bloody chunks of meat to lure away zombies isn't a particularly clever method. At best, it can only temporarily relocate zombies in a small area for a few seconds before they quickly gather back together.

For zombies, the freshness of the blood and the size of the target are also important.

However, within the short distance between the two apartment buildings, a few seconds is enough time to dart across unharmed.

"According to what Hua Lian told you, if you succeed, you're preparing to take your men there. How should you contact them?"

Li Wenwu's voice was still trembling, "Use...use the walkie-talkie, and then they will send someone down to open the glass door."

"A walkie-talkie? There are such good things?" Chen Tuo laughed.

"Then go and make contact. Remember, don't try any tricks. I don't know if you've agreed on a code. You might be able to send them a message before I find out, but believe me, you'll be the first to die before they make a move."

"If I sense even the slightest thing is wrong, you're dead. Do you understand?"

Chen Tuo had a smile on his face, but Li Wenwu had no doubt about the truthfulness of his words.

He believed that this person was definitely capable of doing it.

"Listen, listen carefully."

"Come on, take me to the walkie-talkie."

"well……"

Li Wenwu walked forward shakily, as if he had been completely terrified.

But in the instant he lowered his head, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

He was terrified of Chen Tuo, but that didn't mean he didn't want to live.

Who is the Painted-Face Guy?

That guy was a notorious ruthless figure in Jiaxing's underground boxing scene!

He didn't know who was stronger in terms of fighting skills, but he did know one thing: a higher weight class fighting a lower weight class is like a dimensional reduction attack.

Even if there is a gap in technique between the two sides, size and strength can make up for it, or even surpass it.

The painted-face man was much larger than Chen Tuo.

If Chen Tuo punches Hua Lian, it might not be a big deal, but if Hua Lian punches Chen Tuo, then it's a big deal.

What's more, besides the painted-face man himself, he also had three henchmen by his side.

In contrast, Chen Tuo only brought two women with him...

Li Wenwu's plan was very clear.

He wouldn't try any tricks, because he believed that if he did anything wrong, Chen Tuo would really go all out.

He doesn't want to die, so he will definitely cooperate 100%.

Since Chen Tuo wants to go, then let him go.

Given the overwhelming superiority of the painted-face man in terms of size, strength, and even numbers, Chen Tuo had no chance of winning whatsoever.

Not only will they be safe, but the risk of dealing with Chen Tuo can be transferred to Hua Lian.

Most importantly, despite some discrepancies in the process, I still managed to complete my plan and successfully fool Chen Tuo.

Not only will he not die, but he might even make another contribution and become the most valued underling of the painted-face man.

Although the process took an unexpected turn, the result was, in a way, even more perfect...

.......

Downstairs at Unit 1, Building 8.

Li Wenwu held a walkie-talkie, while Chen Tuo and the other two were fully armed.

It is worth mentioning that Chen Tuo did not wear a helmet this time, and only carried a short axe and a dagger.

After all, that protective gear that covered him from head to toe was for killing zombies.

But this time... it was to kill someone.

Killing zombies is not the same as killing people.

The former is about preventing being bitten, while the latter is about close combat, which urgently requires maximum feedback from the five senses.

The less weight you carry, the clearer your senses become, allowing you to strike faster, more accurately, and more ruthlessly...

……