Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Lin Chen's figure was like a black lightning bolt tearing through the gloomy sky, speeding northward through the city.

The once bustling streets have long since become silent dead zones. Scrapped vehicles, lying haphazardly, block every main road, their windows shattered and bodies twisted, silently testifying to the devastation and chaos of the disaster.

Countless zombies with grayish-white skin, black pupils, and tattered clothes wandered aimlessly in the drizzling rain of blood, emitting unintelligible roars from their throats, rising and falling, forming a chilling hellish whisper that filled every inch of the air, thick with the stench of rust and decay.

Lin Chen's running is a perfect synergy of strength and superpowers.

With each push of his foot, the concrete ground vibrated dully, and his body shot out like a cannonball, covering dozens of meters in a single step!

The clothes on his body were stretched straight at extreme speed, fluttering and rustling like the sound of a blade cutting through the damp wind.

Even more bizarre is his unpredictable spatial movement. Whenever he encounters complex obstacles that cannot be crossed in a straight line—such as a mountain of wrecked vehicles or a dense horde of corpses—his figure will blur and disappear without warning, and the next moment he will appear on a rooftop, lamppost, or relatively open area hundreds of meters or even further away.

The seamless integration of the two modes of transportation makes his overall travel efficiency no less than that of a car speeding at 100 kilometers per hour on a smooth highway!

This is nothing more than a "routine operation" resulting from the superposition of two S-class superpowers: spatial teleportation and extraordinary physical abilities.

For the zombies that act solely on instinct, a wave of extremely fresh and tempting "flesh and blood" swept by like a whirlwind, strongly stimulating their dulled nerves and arousing an even more frenzied roar and chasing instinct. However, their empty eye sockets could never truly lock onto that fleeting black shadow, and in the end, they could only continue to wander meaninglessly in bewildered anger.

He must be quick! Time is the cruelest enemy.

Once this bizarre, three-day-long bloody rain completely stops, the situation will instantly become incredibly complex.

Many survivors, driven to the brink of collapse by hunger, fear, or injury, either become zombies upon leaving their hiding places or scatter like frightened birds and beasts, hiding in the wider ruins and corners of the city.

By then, apart from the Black Dragon with a fixed stronghold, it would take a lot of time to accurately find Zhao Kai and Li Qiang, those two "brothers" who betrayed him in their previous lives, from the vast sea of ​​people (or the sea of ​​corpses). It was not his wish to let them live a little longer!

Lin Chen's chest was already burning with the flames of revenge, almost bursting out of his chest!

About an hour later, the iconic North City Cold Chain Logistics Park came into view.

The towering, silver-white cold storage buildings stretch out in undulating rows, resembling crouching steel behemoths under the gloomy sky, exuding a cold and deathly aura.

This place was once an important hub for ensuring the fresh food supply chain in Guangzhou and the surrounding areas. On weekdays, there was a constant flow of vehicles and people, with heavy trucks loaded with all kinds of frozen products coming and going.

Now, it is as quiet as a giant tomb. The only things still "active" are the scattered zombies staggering on the park roads and loading platforms, and the futile crashes and screams coming from some enclosed trucks.

Lin Chen slowed down and sneaked into the park like a ghost.

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Meanwhile, deep within the park, in a three-story building used for offices and rest, a living hell is unfolding.

The atmosphere in a spacious office on the third floor, which originally belonged to the management staff, was lewd and violent.

Xie Long, who now calls himself "Black Dragon," is arrogantly stepping on the chest of a slightly overweight man in his fifties, with a cruel yet smug smile on his face.

The man, his clothes disheveled and his forehead bruised and bloodied, was none other than Boss Ge, one of the main owners of this cold chain industrial park.

On the leather sofa next to her, a beautiful young woman in her late twenties, with a pretty face and a slender figure, was being held down by two strong men. Her designer suit was torn to shreds, revealing large areas of her fair skin, and her eyes were filled with despair and tears.

Outside the door stood four or five men, each holding a stick and looking equally excited and expectant. These were all thugs newly recruited by Heilong.

"Boss Ge," Black Dragon bent down, patted the other man's pale face, and sneered, "Tsk tsk, remember when I used to deliver goods to you, offering you a cigarette with utmost respect, and you wouldn't even lift an eyelid, thinking my hands were dirty? And now? Hmm?"

He straightened up, spread his arms, and let out an extremely arrogant laugh, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow from smoking: "What goes around comes around! Today, I'm not only going to treat your wife well in front of you, but I'm also going to have my brothers outside 'take good care' of her too."

He paused, then added, "Don't worry, my brothers may look rough, but they're all pretty skilled. You two, an older man with a younger woman, I bet you've been impotent for a while now, haven't you? Look at her figure, that stunning face, she's definitely not been 'taken care of' properly—maybe she's been itching for it for ages!"

The burly men around him responded with boisterous laughter and whistles, some even taking out their phones and pretending to record the moment, as if to capture this "glorious" occasion.

Boss Ge struggled, ignoring the blood streaming down his forehead that blurred his vision, desperately forcing a fawning expression, his voice trembling as he begged for mercy: "Brother Long! Master Long! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Please, have mercy on me, let me go... This park, these cold storage facilities, all the supplies inside, are all yours! They're all for you!"

He seemed afraid he wouldn't have enough chips, so he hurriedly added more, even at the cost of trampling on his last bit of dignity: "My wife... my wife, you can take care of her as you please! Give her to the brothers as you like! To tell you the truth, I... I'm useless now, I married this woman... but I haven't even touched her yet! Really!" To survive, he had abandoned everything.

Hearing her husband's shameless words, the beautiful woman on the sofa completely broke down, letting out a shrill cry. No longer silent, she shrieked and cursed at Boss Ge: "You bastard, you coward! You beast! I was blind to marry you..." Tears mixed with despair streamed down her delicate face.

Black Dragon looked contemptuously at Boss Ge, who was crawling on the ground like a dog. He wiped the blood on the man's face with the sole of his shoe and said slowly, "Your cold storage? Your wife? Ha... Ge, haven't you figured out the situation yet? Right now, everything here, including you and your wife, is in my hands. You're using my things as bargaining chips to exchange for me? Are you out of your mind? You're overthinking it!"

After he finished speaking, he burst into unrestrained laughter again, the sound echoing loudly in the empty office.