In the security room.
The two old men stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
They were so shocked they had no words to speak.
"Old Wang, can the things that little Fan is doing be considered human?" Zhou Aijun was extremely astonished. Lin Fan on the screen seemed like a ruthless slaughtering machine. The seemingly terrifying zombies were like chickens before him, easily killed without a chance to fight back.
Although they had never collided with zombies, after witnessing the explosive power of this group, his professional analysis and data suggested that these zombies' physical fitness, speed, and strength had reached peak human values.
For example, a skinny zombie, unbeatable in life, became terrifying after transformation, as if on a steroid ramp-up.
Starting rushes, impacts, were simply impeccable.
He also hoped the army would appear and sweep away the zombies, but so far, there had been no response, not even a shadow seen, most likely dispersed for good.
