I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

"Don't worry about me." Zhang Chen gritted his teeth and said, "These mechanisms... are not something that ordinary people can set up. That madman must be a senior executive in the laboratory."

As they continued to move forward, they encountered several more deadly traps. Zhang Chen had several wounds on his body, but his eyes became more determined.

Finally, after avoiding the last trap, the two found an exit. Zhang Chen first stuck his head out to check the situation and found that this was the control center of the laboratory.

"Here..." Lin Xiaomo looked around and suddenly saw the surveillance screen on the wall, "Oh my God..."

The screen was showing the whole process of Zhang Chen's students being made into wax figures. The man wearing the strange mask was the chief scientist of the laboratory, Dr. Chen.

Zhang Chen stared at the screen intently, the murderous intent in his eyes almost turning into reality. He saw how Dr. Chen took away their lives step by step and how he turned them into eternal "artworks".

"Crazy Chen..." Zhang Chen gritted his teeth and said, "So it's you..."

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind:

"As expected of Instructor Zhang, you found this place so quickly."

Zhang Chen turned around suddenly and saw Dr. Chen standing at the door with a strange smile on his face. In his hand, he was playing with a syringe filled with a strange blue liquid.

"You know what? Your students are really excellent. Their abilities have helped me make a breakthrough in my research." Dr. Chen grinned, "Now, it's your turn, Instructor Zhang."

Zhang Chen's eyes had turned completely blood red, and the energy in his body was surging wildly.

"Crazy Chen, today, I will use your blood to commemorate my students!"

The entire control room was suddenly enveloped by a terrifying energy wave, and the air was filled with the breath of death...

Just as Zhang Chen was about to take action, heavy footsteps were heard from the corridor. Zhao Minghe, the supreme commander of the Southern Camp, rushed in with a team of fully armed elite soldiers.

"Stop! Zhang Chen!" Zhao Minghe shouted, "Are you planning a rebellion?"

Dr. Chen immediately hid behind Zhao Minghe with a look of horror on his face:

"Commander Zhao, you came just in time! This barbarian from the northern border, he...he broke into my laboratory and wanted to kill me! The new vaccine we worked so hard to develop was destroyed by him!"

Zhao Minghe's face suddenly darkened: "Zhang Chen, do you know that Dr. Chen's research is related to the survival of the entire human race?"

Zhang Chen sneered: "Research? Look at these!"

He projected the data in the USB drive onto the big screen, but the screen was blank. Dr. Chen had already made preparations and destroyed all the evidence.

"Commander Zhao, he is just slandering us!" Dr. Chen pretended to be aggrieved. "We in the southern camp have taken in these northern border refugees. We have done our best. But he repays kindness with hatred!"

Lin Xiaomo couldn't help but say: "That's not the case! We saw it with our own eyes..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Minghe interrupted her. "What right do you, a little girl, have to speak?"

He turned to Zhang Chen and said, "Zhang Chen, since you have made some contributions, I will warn you one last time. Leave the laboratory immediately, or don't blame me for being rude!"

Zhang Chen stared at Dr. Chen intently. He was the only one who knew what kind of devil was hidden behind that hypocritical mask. But at this moment, he was powerless.

"Oh, how ridiculous." Zhang Chen said coldly, "You so-called leaders have been blinded by this poisonous snake. One day, you will regret it."

Dr. Chen hid behind Zhao Minghe and winked at Zhang Chen proudly: "Instructor Zhang, you are slandering me. I am fighting for the future of mankind. You are from the northern border, so you probably can't understand our scientific research spirit, right?"

"Scientific research spirit?" Zhang Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "You turned a living person into a wax figure. Is this your scientific research spirit?"

Zhao Minghe couldn't bear to listen any longer: "Enough! Someone, kick them out!"

Chapter 701 As for you, Crazy Chen...

More than a dozen guns were pointed at Zhang Chen and Lin Xiaomo at the same time.

"Brother Zhang Chen..." Lin Xiaomo nervously pulled Zhang Chen's sleeve.

Zhang Chen took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. He knew that now was not the time to fight to the death. To avenge his students, he needed a more thorough plan.

"Let's go." He pulled Lin Xiaomo and turned to leave, but when he passed by Dr. Chen, he lowered his voice and said, "I will be back. When I come back, I will make you live a life worse than death."

Dr. Chen's smile remained unchanged. "You're welcome anytime, Instructor Zhang. But next time you come, you must make an appointment in advance."

Walking out of the laboratory, it was already dark. Lin Xiaomo looked at Zhang Chen's tense back and whispered, "Brother Zhang Chen, what should we do next?"

Zhang Chen stopped and looked up at the dark night sky: "Return to the Northern Frontier. I will mobilize all the forces and resources I can use. When the storm passes, I will let the entire southern camp know what kind of devil they are protecting."

At this moment, his communicator rang. It was an urgent message from the Northern Frontier Camp:

"Report to the leader, a large-scale zombie riot has occurred in Area B, and it seems to be controlled by someone!"

Zhang Chen's pupils suddenly contracted: "It's you again, Crazy Chen..."

He knew that this battle of revenge had just begun, and he had to find a way out between protecting the northern border and avenging his students.

In the laboratory building in the distance, Dr. Chen stood in front of the window, watching Zhang Chen's departing back with a strange smile on his face:

"Interesting, really interesting. Instructor Zhang, I'm looking forward to seeing your performance."

He turned and walked deeper into the laboratory, where there were more "artworks" waiting for him to create...

The southern city was in ruins after the heavy rain. The accumulated water was higher than a floor, emitting a disgusting stench. Floating garbage, broken furniture, and rotting corpses drifted slowly in the muddy water. Occasionally, a few bloated zombies could be seen struggling in the water, making indistinct growls.

Zhang Chen chose an abandoned viaduct as a temporary campsite. It had a wide view and was easy to defend but difficult to attack. He skillfully set up the tent with neat and tidy movements, but his brows were always furrowed.

Lin Xiaomo was helping on the side and suddenly stopped what she was doing: "Brother Zhang Chen, I think something is wrong."

"Tell me about it." Zhang Chen continued to work without even raising his head.

"Do you remember those people you met in the lab just now?" Lin Xiaomo squatted down and lowered her voice, "Their clothes were all clean, and..."

Zhang Chen paused: "And what?"

"And they don't look like they've experienced a flood at all." Lin Xiaomo frowned. "I saw a lot of survivors on the way here. They were all in a mess, with despair in their eyes. But the people in the laboratory...their eyes were very calm, even...indifferent."

Zhang Chen finally stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Lin Xiaomo: "Go on."

"And..." Lin Xiaomo bit her lip, "Commander Zhao's boots."

"boots?"

"Yes, his boots were spotless. That's impossible in this environment. Unless..."

"Unless they have never experienced a flood." Zhang Chen took over the conversation, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "They have already hidden in a safe place."

Lin Xiaomo nodded: "Also, I noticed that there are a lot of fresh food and medicines in Dr. Chen's laboratory. In times of disaster, these things should be distributed to the survivors."

Zhang Chen's expression became more gloomy. "So, instead of rescuing the survivors, they occupied the supplies and hid in the laboratory...doing those shameful things."

"Brother Zhang Chen, do you think it's possible..." Lin Xiaomo suddenly thought of a terrible possibility, "This flood is not a natural disaster at all?"

Zhang Chen stood up suddenly and walked to the edge of the viaduct. In the distance, the murky flood reflected the gloomy sky. His voice was as cold as ice: "Crazy Chen, what are you researching? Why do you need so many "experimental subjects"? "

At this moment, there was a roar of an engine in the distance. A fully armed patrol team was patrolling on the water.

"Hide." Zhang Chen pulled Lin Xiaomo and quickly hid behind the cover.

The patrol team's intercom voice came clearly: "Area B has been cleared, and the newly contained experimental subjects have been sent to the basement."

"Got it. Dr. Chen said this batch is pretty good, especially the little girl who can control plants."

Zhang Chen's pupils suddenly contracted: "Plant-type mutant..." He remembered that there was a little girl with extraordinary talent in the northern border. Could it be...

Lin Xiaomo saw his worry: "Brother Zhang Chen, we have to find a way to sneak into the laboratory."

"No, it's too dangerous." Zhang Chen shook his head, "I have to go back to Northern Xinjiang first. If it's really her..."

"But we are running out of time!" Lin Xiaomo said anxiously, "You also heard that those people have been sent to the basement. If you wait until you come back..."

Zhang Chen fell into deep thought. He knew Lin Xiaomo was right, but he knew even more how dangerous Dr. Chen's laboratory was. If he was not careful, he would become the next "artwork".

"Give me three days." Finally, he made up his mind, "I will contact the people in Northern Xinjiang and investigate the terrain of the laboratory. This time, I will make Crazy Chen pay the price."

Lin Xiaomo nodded: "I can help you. I...although I am not a superpower, I have strong observation skills and can help you collect information."

Zhang Chen looked at this stubborn girl and smiled for the first time: "Okay. But be careful not to get caught."

As the night deepened, only a faint camp light remained in the camp under the viaduct. Zhang Chen stood guard outside the tent, looking towards the laboratory in the distance, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Wait for me, I will definitely rescue everyone. As for you, Crazy Chen..." His hands clenched unconsciously, "This time, I want you to live a life worse than death."

The next morning, Zhang Chen changed into ragged clothes and mixed in with the refugees. The first temporary shelter he visited was located in an abandoned gymnasium, where the smell of rottenness and disinfectant mixed together, making him sick.

The refugees huddled in their simple tents with empty eyes. Zhang Chen walked through the crowd, hearing suppressed crying from time to time.

"Big brother," a thin old man pulled his clothes, "Do you know where food is being distributed? My granddaughter hasn't eaten for two days..."

Zhang Chen squatted down and took out a pack of compressed biscuits from his backpack.

This scene reminded him of ten years ago, when he started his rescue journey in such ruins.

Chapter 702 I’m very powerful!

From an ordinary special forces soldier to the supreme commander in charge of twenty-three security camps in the northern border.

"Brother," the old man suddenly lowered his voice, "Are you...are you Chief Zhang?"

Zhang Chen's body tensed up instantly. The old man waved his hand quickly: "Don't be nervous, I'm the logistics supervisor of Northern Xinjiang C District. I came to the south to purchase supplies before the flood..."

"Get to the point." Zhang Chen interrupted him.

The old man looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then continued, "The flood was not an accident. I saw a document at the purchasing station that mentioned "artificial rainfall experiments" and "observation of supernatural reactions."

Zhang Chen's pupils shrank slightly: "Where is the file?"

"It was washed away by the water..." the old man sighed, "but I remember the column for the executor, it said "General Commander: Chen..." The words after it were soaked by the water and I can't see them clearly."

At this moment, a shrill alarm sounded suddenly, and all the refugees ran out in panic.

"The zombies are coming!" someone shouted.

Zhang Chen was about to stand up, but the old man held him tightly: "Wait! There is one more thing!"

"Say it!"

"The document also mentioned an 'underwater base', right in..."

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and the old man stopped talking abruptly. A bloody hole appeared on his forehead, and he slowly fell into Zhang Chen's arms.

Zhang Chen raised his head quickly and saw a figure flashing in the shadows on the second floor of the gymnasium. He wanted to chase after him, but the influx of zombies blocked his way.

When he finished dealing with the zombies and returned to the camp, Lin Xiaomo was already waiting anxiously: "Brother Zhang Chen! Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Zhang Chen frowned, "But something is strange."

He recounted the story of his encounter with the old man. Lin Xiaomo seemed to be thinking, "Underwater base... Wait!" She suddenly thought of something, "Brother Zhang Chen, do you remember those floating corpses we saw on the way here?"

"what happened?"

"They were all floating face down, but a drowned body should be face up. Unless..."

"Unless they didn't fall from above," Zhang Chen took over the conversation, his eyes sharpening, "but floated up from underwater."

Lin Xiaomo nodded: "Also, I noticed that the clothes of those corpses were very new, they didn't look like they had been through a flood."

Zhang Chen stood up and walked outside the tent. In the distance, the muddy flood seemed to hide more terrible secrets.

"Crazy Chen, what did you hide underwater?" he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, an urgent message came from the communicator: "Report to the leader! A riot broke out in the mutant concentration camp in Area B! Zombie beasts took the opportunity to bite many survivors!"

Zhang Chen's expression became extremely ugly: "Have you found out where the zombie beasts that took them away are gathering?"

“No…”

Zhang Chen suddenly crushed the communicator in his hand. He finally understood that all this was a carefully designed trap. And he was walking into it step by step.

In the distance, a flock of crows circled over the water, making ominous cries...

As the night deepened, Zhang Chen had been in the same position for six hours, staring at the direction of the laboratory. His special ability allowed him to see clearly in the dark, and every figure entering and leaving the laboratory could not escape his eyes.

There were light footsteps behind me, accompanied by a faint scent of gardenia.

"Brother Zhang Chen," Lin Xiaomo called softly, "eat something."

Under the moonlight, the girl's long wavy hair fell softly on her shoulders, and her white skirt swayed gently in the wind. In her hand, she held a steaming bowl of instant noodles, the aroma of which was particularly tempting in the cold night.

"I don't need it..." Zhang Chen subconsciously wanted to refuse, but met Lin Xiaomo's worried eyes.

"I know that SSS-level psychics can rely on energy to sustain their lives," she insisted, handing the instant noodles to him, "but people should always have some sense of the world."

Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment. In the past ten years, this was the first time someone had persuaded him to eat something with such an excuse. In the past, his subordinates were in awe of his strength and never dared to talk to him like this.

"Thank you." He took the instant noodles and felt a little uncomfortable.