Madam, I like you.

　Hearing Mo Yankong's sarcastic words, Gao Cheng Saya's almond eyes shone with grievance, and she was speechless. She still understood the stakes. The blood transaction just now seemed like a win-win deal to anyone in the world. If they really had antibodies to the virus as Mo Yankong said, no one would refuse.

　Takagi Saya had mixed feelings about Mo Yankong, this outlier. Even if Mo Yankong did the right thing, she couldn't help but feel rebellious. It wasn't that she had any special feelings for him. As a genius herself, she could clearly sense the arrogance that looked down on others in Mo Yankong.

　Author's message:

　"The government was overwhelmed by the killing of people and was unable to provide assistance to the people. This means that the social civilization that humans have developed over thousands of years has collapsed in a single day."

　The gang member shuddered, lost in memory, his tone filled with deep fear. "The leader ordered all members to stockpile food, empty supermarkets, or plunder other people's property. The Futian Group entered combat readiness. This order spread like a plague. Everyone went crazy, slaughtering monsters wantonly. In the end, they couldn't even tell the difference between monsters and humans. They killed anything that was alive, anything that moved. The reason for attacking you was similar. The threat from the government was gone, and everyone was only thinking about venting their desires at the last moment of the apocalypse."

　Takagi Saya pushed up her glasses and said disdainfully, "PTSD... No, it can no longer be described as 'post-traumatic stress disorder'. You're simply a bunch of lunatics, using this disaster to vent your bestiality."

　The gang member smiled bitterly. "I know. I've tried to persuade the boss and the others. This is by no means an excuse. What they did was heinous before the social order collapsed. They've killed several people, including police officers, just to seize their guns. Even if I tried to persuade them, I would only be held at gunpoint. I stayed with them out of necessity. If I didn't become like them, I would be considered an alien and killed. There's no other way. This is the only way I can ensure my safety. I don't want to become that kind of monster."

　"Ah, I believe you." Hirano Toda walked over and patted his shoulder, deeply touched.

　Japanese society is dominated by a collective consciousness, with beliefs like "even if it means committing suicide, you must not cause trouble to others" and "those who don't fit in deserve to be bullied" being extensions of this mentality. As a military geek, Hirano Toda was often bullied during his school years.

　With his back against the wall, Dudao Yazi glanced at Mo Yankong and asked, "Kong, what are you going to do?"

　"Where is the base of the Futian Group you mentioned?" Mo Yankong asked the gang member.

　The gang member said urgently, "It's at the Futian Construction Company. It's a building. The stairs have been blown up with explosives, and the elevators are disabled. The monsters have no way to get in, so it's a pretty safe fortress. Because of the sudden disaster, only a few hundred members can gather inside the company, and most of them have been sent out to search for supplies."

　"Can you drive?"

　"meeting!"

　Mo Yankong glanced at Gao Cheng Saya: "Gao Cheng Saya, don't you suspect that the zombies outside have something to do with me?"

　Saya Takagi snorted and said nothing, with an expression that said, "You're talking nonsense."

　"Then I'll show you the difference between the zombies I made and the zombies."

　After he finished speaking, Mo Yankong suddenly made a move, grabbed the neck of the gang member in front of him, pierced his skin with his fingers to grab the blood vessels, and injected the vampire factor.

　The gang member struggled a few times before he lost his breath and fell to the ground like a corpse.

　The man's skin quickly turned blue-black, and he became as thin as a stick. When he opened his eyes again, they were scarlet and filled with rage. He slowly stood up and roared like a beast, "Blood! Give me blood!"

　The terrifying oppressive force instantly filled the entire locker room. Dokujima placed his right hand on the demon sword Kidou, looking solemnly at the zombie that Mo Yankong had casually created.

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　This is a true monster! A terrifying creature that towers over humanity.

　The corpse-born man looked around, and the moment he saw Mo Yankong, his wild eyes became extremely submissive: "Master."

　Mo Yankong pointed at the wall of the locker room and calmly ordered, "Use all your strength to smash that wall."

　"Yes." The corpse-born man didn't waste any time. He came to the wall and punched a big hole in the wall under everyone's stunned gaze.

　Gao Ranli made the judgment that the difference between the zombies and the zombies outside was like that between a cat and a tiger.

　Mo Yankong looked at Gao Cheng Saya with a half-smile: "If those zombies outside were all zombies created by me, do you think you could survive until now?"

　Gao Cheng Saya, who finally witnessed the terrifying side of Mo Yankong, was speechless for a long time. When she heard Mo Yankong's tone that sounded like he was declaring victory, she immediately put her hands on her hips and angrily retorted: "Anyway, none of you are good people."

　"You guys just have a good rest tonight." Mo Yankong waved his hand in boredom, and led the zombies he created to leave the shopping mall and head to the base camp of the Futian Group.

　Dudao Yazi stared at Mo Yankong as he was about to leave with his sharp eyes and asked, "Kong, where are you going?"

　"Solve the scourge."

　Dudao Yazi smiled knowingly, a smile that was bloodthirsty: "Can I come with you?"

　Mo Yankong shook his head: "You are a human. Even if you are an excellent swordsman, you can never be a match for a human holding a gun."

　"Thank you for your advice. I know myself better."

　"As you wish, Hirano. Take the guns and ammunition you found."

　There may be hundreds of people on the other side. Even if only a few of them have guns, it is still a big threat to the vampires. Mo Yankong doesn't want to capsize in the gutter, so it is very convenient to bring guns at this time.

　With the speed of a vampire's nerve reaction, even if it is their first contact with firearms, their actual performance is definitely not worse than that of special forces. It's a pity that the caliber of the revolvers used by Japanese police is pitifully small.

　Hirano Toda responded respectfully, "Yes."

　"Side quest trigger: Futian Group

　可选

　1: Join the Futian Group to establish a dictator base.

　2: Destroy the Futian Group.

　You have chosen to destroy the Futian Group.

　Mission requirements: Eliminate

　The current leader of the Fukuda Group is Eiji Fukuda.

　Mission requirements: Eliminate more than 30 members of the Futian Group, or achieve the goal of disbanding the Futian Group through other means.

　Mission Reward: E-C Level Reward Card."

　Chapter 21: Invasion

　"The mission to destroy the Fukuda Group was triggered, requiring the killing of 30 Fukuda Group members and their leader, Fukuda Eiji. The first condition is easy to achieve, but the second is a bit more difficult."

　Mo Yankong didn't know who Fukuda Eiji was, and if he searched for him one by one, he might not be able to find him until dawn. After dawn, Mo Yankong's combat power would be greatly weakened. If he was exposed to sunlight, his body functions would be greatly weakened.

　By then, let alone destroying the Futian Group, even protecting themselves would be a problem.

　A member of the Futian group who had turned into a zombie drove Mo Yankong and his group to the Futian Construction Company. Mo Yankong and Busujima Yako sat in the back seat of the truck. Along the way, he explained to Busujima Yako his identity as a vampire and the origin of the Demon Sword Kitetsu.

　"A demon sword?... No wonder I can't control the violent impulses in my heart." Dokujima Yaji stroked the scabbard of the demon sword, and the demon sword Tongling trembled slightly in response.

　As for the vampire's identity, she was surprisingly not surprised. Perhaps she had observed Mo Yankong's unusual characteristics from the very beginning.

　"What do you think the value of this knife is?"

　"If my father were here, he would surely sigh that holding this enchanting sword has fulfilled one of his lifelong wishes. For a kendo master, the opponent is not only a person, but also a sword. A fine sword is the lifelong pursuit of many kendo masters."

　"Want it?"

　"Of course."

　Mo Yankong smiled and said, "I can sell it to you."

　Dudao Yazi shook his head: "I don't even know if I have anything valuable on me."

　"yourself."

　"My blood?"

　"I want them all."

　Dudao Yazi was slightly startled, then smiled calmly and said, "Sora, speaking such frivolous words to a woman is not what a man should do."

　It's hard to tell whether the tone is one of contempt, praise, or both.

　Mo Yankong shrugged without refutation.

　The body, blood, and even people are what Mo Yankong wants. One of the requirements for a side character is to sign a contract with a character to create a character card. The most valuable character in this world is Dokujima Yako.

　After the contract is signed, Dudao Yazi will stay in this world. However, if necessary, Mo Yankong can use the character card to summon Dudao Yazi to his own world to assist in completing the mission.

　"But I don't dislike straightforward men, especially those who admit their desires. And if it's you, it's not unacceptable. Judging by human standards, you possess outstanding courage and martial prowess. You're the type of man I admire."

　Mo Yankong gave Dudao Yazi a meaningful look and said, "Is that enough for tonight?"

　Busujima was stunned for a moment, then chuckled in understanding: "Tonight... Yes, tonight is enough."

　The choice of Dokujima Yako is not the transaction itself. The essence of this transaction lies in the fact that Dokujima Yako himself has to choose to suppress his violent instincts or follow his inner impulses and become a killing machine.

　It was a dark night, and the streetlights on both sides of the road were still functioning normally. The truck was driving normally on the road, and it knocked away more than a dozen zombies in front of it. Blood splattered all over the glass windows, and was wiped away by the wipers, leaving a layer of dark red.

　The truck drove for over ten minutes before arriving at a busy commercial street. All that was visible was a sea of ​​blood and corpses. The ground was covered in crusted blood. Hundreds of bodies were piled high, ablaze with flames, and the street was filled with the aroma of barbecue. The scene was simply nauseating. However, even though their bodies had been burned to charcoal, many of the piled bodies were still able to move.

　From a distance, this scene looked like a flaming hill with countless arms reaching out, full of Cthulhu style.

　The burning pile of corpses occasionally emitted the sound of grease exploding, attracting nearby zombies to rush towards the flame. This formed a perfect zombie loop trap.

　The zombies in the surrounding area have all been cleared out. In the eyes of a disciplined team, zombies that move slowly and can only locate their positions by sound are much easier to deal with than a mad wolfhound.

　Along the way, the gang members who had been transformed into zombies by Mo Yankong caught a few zombies to replenish their blood. The zombies weren't particular about the quality of the blood, and after drinking the spoiled zombie blood, they returned to their normal appearance. Aside from their skin being an unhealthy bluish-white, there was nothing wrong with them.

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　The truck arrived at a checkpoint. The truck originally belonged to the construction company of Futian Group and was used to transport construction materials. It was also the symbol of Futian Group.

　The guard came to check and saw the corpse in the driver's seat. He nodded and said, "You are Ota from Group 3, right? I remember you were supposed to be on night patrol looking for supplies. Why are you back alone?"

　The corpse-born man nodded expressionlessly. "The boss found some good stuff outside and couldn't wait to bring it back to give to the team leader. The boss found a new truck and is currently inventorying the medicine at the pharmacy. He will be back soon."

　"Who are they... Oh, this woman looks good."

　The guard glanced at Dudao in the back seat of the truck. She was dressed in clean clothes and looked dignified and elegant. She was a rare beauty, and the guard was slightly amazed.

　“The rest are newcomers who want to join us.”

　Mo Yankong and Hirano Toda Chen in the co-pilot seat

　In silence, the weapons were placed under the bed of the truck and could not be seen unless one stuck one's head in.

　The Futian Group is just a mob, so the inspection cannot be very formal.

　"You're a little young, never mind. The Futian Group is short of manpower right now. What's wrong with your face? You look very uncomfortable. Did you get hurt by those monsters?"

　The corpse-born Ota said calmly: "Nozawa-senpai, if I had been bitten by those monsters, I wouldn't be here, so how could I drive? But I'm not used to it yet. I vomited several times when I saw the corpses smashed by cars along the way, and now I'm starving."

　The guard laughed: "Haha, you are still so weak. Go in."

　"Thank you." Ota nodded.

　The truck drove into the neighborhood and arrived in front of a building. Everyone got out and entered the Futian Building. The elevator on the first floor was out of service and the stairwell had been blown up. Ota went to the reinforced emergency exit door and knocked. The security door opened an observation port. The man inside relaxed when he saw Ota. "It's Ota, what happened?"

　"This is a gift our boss wants to give to the team leader." Ota took a step back, revealing the dignified and beautiful classical beauty Dokujima Kazuko behind him.

　"Women? The boss said he's almost tired of playing with them all. This one looks pretty good. Come in."

　The sound of multiple bolts being pulled was heard, and the security door opened after a while. Without waiting for the people behind to react, the zombie Ota pushed the door open and rushed towards the man who was pushed to the ground by the security door, biting his neck without giving him a chance to make a sound.

　"You..." The gatekeeper looked horrified and astonished, but he was unable to push the monster that was biting his neck away at all. He struggled frantically for a moment, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.

　After a while, Ota came back to his senses, grinning, revealing sharp fangs. He apologized to Mo Yankong with blood dripping from his face, "I'm sorry, Master. I really couldn't resist the urge to suck blood. The team leader should be in the meeting room on the 6th floor. However, only the cadres and group leaders of the Futian team can enter the 6th floor. The elevator on the 2nd floor is still usable. You can take the elevator directly to the 6th floor. Please be careful, Master. There should be guards at the entrance."

　Mo Yankong glanced back at Dudao Yazi and ordered, "After I get on the elevator, you can create chaos here as you please."

　Chapter 22 The Beginning of Destruction

　Mo Yankong took the police revolver confiscated from the Futian Group, along with dozens of rounds of ammunition. It could be inferred that the Futian Group didn't simply kill a few police officers; they could only have looted the police station's armory to obtain so much ammunition.

　Although ordinary Japanese police officers carry pistols, they rarely carry ammunition supplies. Given the security situation in Japan, there is rarely a need to use guns, and it is even rarer to empty a magazine.

　It’s just that the members of the gang are able to carry so much precious ammunition.

　Mo Yankong went to the elevator on the second floor. Futian Construction Company was the largest local construction company and was quite large. On the way to the main hall, Mo Yankong basically understood what the so-called Futian Group was.

　Even if it is recognized by society and the law, it still cannot change the nature of the so-called gangs as social leeches.

　The people we saw along the way were basically men wearing black suits or with their chests exposed. They had a bit of a second-rate vibe to them. Some of the burly men couldn't hide the Ukiyo-e style tattoos that spread from the back of their hands to their necks even when they were wearing black suits.

　A look of disgust flashed across Mo Yankong's brows. He didn't like disgusting tattoos in the first place, and large-scale tattoos and Japanese Ukiyo-e style tattoos completely touched upon Mo Yankong's disgust.

　During this extraordinary period, many members of the Fukuda Group were carrying weapons, mainly guns and Japanese swords, and several of them exuded a strong smell of blood.

　“Where is the woman Xiaodao brought back? I was almost bitten by a monster just now. I can’t stand turning into that kind of monster. I almost peed my pants...ah...I need to vent my anger.”

　"Most of the women I brought back are on the third floor, so I might as well go there. Tsk tsk, damn corpses, is this the world of some American zombie movie? I don't know if I'll be the next one to turn into one of those things. While I'm still alive, I might as well enjoy everything I have to enjoy. I've never felt this free and unrestrained before today."

　"Speaking of which, Fourth Court, how many monsters have you killed?"

　"Want to compete? Let me think... I forgot. Anyway, I emptied more than a dozen magazines in the evening, probably a few hundred."

　"You're kidding me! You're not counting the living."

　"Aren't living people harder to kill than zombies? But killing living people feels better. You can hear their screams. It feels great to hold someone's life in your hands."

　"Hahaha, I get it! Just like when we were driving cars at night and fooling around with those stupid policemen, now those damn policemen can't control us anymore. Why don't we discuss with the young master and take down the East District police station tonight? Explosion-proof suits and ammunition are valuable things in this world."

　Many gang members passed by Mo Yankong, their voices catching his ears. He probably knew the true nature of the Futian Group. After all, it was a gang organization, and in its final days, it was only concerned with preserving itself, with no regard for discipline. No one asked for the identity of Mo Yankong, a stranger they had never met.

　After passing through the busy corridor, Mo Yankong successfully arrived at the elevator in the main hall, pressed the button to the sixth floor, and after entering, he took out his revolver and loaded it with ammunition.

　He breathed a sigh of relief, and released his surging desire to kill.

　Let it out.