Su Ming'an walked back to the round table and met the drunken gazes of the four men.
"Ah, what happened to that idiot Awang? He even let the man back..." The man with slightly longer hair burped.
"I, I'll take care of it..." Someone stood up with an iron bar.
But the man with a crew cut in the lead seemed to have calmed down and stared at Su Ming'an: "Awang didn't come back, did you kill him?"
The eyes of several people were startled, and they looked at Su Ming'an in doubt.
The man with a crew cut had a cold look in his eyes: "Let me think about it, the reason why you dare to provoke us like this... Maybe the novice personal level gave you a lot of points, and you have good skills, so you are confident that you can beat us alone?"
"In such a world, civil strife is the most stupid behavior." Su Ming'an said lightly.
The man sneered and put out his cigarette.
The next moment, a black pistol appeared in the man's hand.
"Bang!"
A gunshot.
A blood flower exploded on Su Ming'an's chest.
[——HP-450! (Weak point attack, penetrating wound!)]
Su Ming'an fell down.
"Is this your strength?" The man laughed ironically.
The people behind him laughed wildly.
However, the next moment, Su Ming'an on the ground suddenly swelled up, and a violent explosion sounded instantly——
"Boom——"
…
The self-explosion of the clone has considerable lethality.
When Su Ming'an's real body appeared at the intersection with an iron rod, he saw several figures lying on the ground groaning.
So this is the effect of the clone's self-explosion... Su Ming'an remembered this scene.
Fortunately, he chose to draw skills instead of using all the points to add points, otherwise even if the strength soared to more than 15 points, he might not be able to beat such a large group of men, who had guns in their hands.
"You...how could you have such a skill..." The man with short hair was lying on the ground, spitting blood, his eyes full of disbelief.
Is it a clone? Two lives? Dual-line control?
At this stage, why would a player master such a skill? What is the opponent's novice evaluation?
The man with short hair was a little unbelievable. He obviously controlled a team, dominated the lives of several preys like a god, could easily take away other people's points, and supported himself extremely well-everything had just begun. He has just escaped from the quagmire of that damn society with a locked upper limit, and in front of him is a bright future that can be dominated by violence.
...Why did he fall into such a situation?
The man's throat choked and he lost his breath.
Su Ming'an glanced at the equipment dropped by the dead man and stuffed it into the backpack.
…
[Unrusted Iron Rod (White Level): It looks like a good weapon, at least it can break a person's head
Attack Power: 4~10 (damage is increased according to the strength used)
Durability: 6/10
Equipment Requirements: One-handed weapons, strength requirements of 5 and above
Special Attributes: Blood stains will make it more powerful]
[Combat Power 195+6]
…
[Broken Pistol (Damaged): A valuable basic weapon, you can find a player or NPC with the profession of (Mechanic) to repair it. Recycling price: 15 points]
…
[Crudely made protective clothing (white level): It looks really inferior, maybe it can only protect against tetanus caused by cat claws?
Defense: 3
Durability: 5/10
Equipment requirements: None
Special attributes: None]
…
[Four-leaf clover bracelet (green level): A bracelet that is of no use. A non-African will always be a non-African, and it will not change because of what you wear.
Luck + half level
Equipment requirements: None
Special attributes: None]
…
Equipment does not need to be actually put on, just drag it into the panel grid. Equipment is divided into [Head] [Upper body] [Lower body] [Feet] [Hands] [Accessories] and [Weapons]. Su Ming'an only has things in [Upper body], [Weapons], and [Accessories] at this time, and the other four grids are empty.
[Combat Strength 201+5]
Suddenly, Su Ming'an heard intermittent footsteps in the corridor. Those people who were scared before wanted to come out.
"Let's walk slowly, in case the murderous student hasn't gone far yet..."
"Why are there such robbery gangs and murderous children at the beginning? This is too dangerous. It's better to stay away from them..."
"But didn't he save us?"
"Little kid, what do you know? Those who dare to kill are not good people!"
"Shh, keep your voice down..."
Intermittent discussions came from the corridor.
Su Ming'an still had a phantom pain in his body, and the pain made his vision a little blurred.
He endured the pain, listened to these words, and walked out of the building with Xiaohan who woke up.
[You have completed the A-level temporary task (escape from this place)]
[Get points: 50]
…
It was a starry night, and the street lamps on the street were swaying with dim lights.
The cold wind blew his face and made his face hurt.
"——Doctor! You are so powerful now that you can kill those strong people." Xiaohan's eyes sparkled: "Then can we enter the Central Hospital?"
"Central Hospital?" Su Ming'an said.
"Well, that was the earliest outbreak point of the zombie crisis. Many medicines were not rescued in time. If we can kill in, maybe we can develop a zombie vaccine." Xiaohan said.
Su Ming'an knew that this should be the prompt point of the copy and that the hospital must be very important.
"Just the two of us?" he said.
Xiaohan's eyes became firm.
"You are the hope of the future, Doctor." Xiaohan said, "If it's you, you can definitely do it... If anyone can save the world, I believe it's you."
Su Ming'an smiled bitterly. He was no longer the original Dr. Su Changan. He knew nothing about vaccines.
He was just a... [First Player] with a death rollback.
Since it was getting late, they didn't have time to rush back to the R&D center, so they decided to sleep in the tavern they passed by before. Zombies are very active at night.
"Knock, knock." Xiaohan knocked on the door.
"Grandma, I'm here to stay for one night!"
There was silence inside the door.
Xiaohan's expression became nervous, and he forced the door open. Inside the room - a gray-haired old lady was sitting at the table, eating noodles with her head down.
The old lady's always smiling face became very numb, and there was a black and white photo hanging on the wall.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the old lady raised her cloudy eyes.
At her feet, there was the corpse of an old man with a gunshot wound on his head. He committed suicide by shooting himself.
"My old man..." the old lady said, "He's dead."
"He hasn't been active lately. He didn't come to cook noodles when I asked him to. It turned out that he got infected when he went out a few days ago..."
"Before he turned into a zombie, he kept holding my hand and saying he loved me. It's really... He's so old and still says these mushy things. He finally cooked me a bowl of noodles and told me to live well and not think about him all the time. Then, he shot himself."
The old lady ate noodles slurpingly.
The noodles were already cold.
Xiao Han stood silently at the door. She didn't expect that the person she had just met during the day would be gone forever at night.
The old lady was eating when she suddenly choked up and burst into tears:
"If he were still alive, he would definitely like it..."
"This noodle with oyster sauce and green vegetables is his favorite."
"When he was young and pursuing me, he liked to treat me to noodles at the alley entrance. He rode a tattered bicycle with the bell ding-dong. I wore a big flowered jacket and had pigtails. He said I was the prettiest girl in East Street."
"Why, why has the world become like this..."
She choked up, her head almost buried in the noodles, her white hair as light as feathers.
The noodles were cold, and her white hair soaked in the noodles like melted snow.
"Before the apocalypse, I always complained that he was lazy and always had to urge him to sweep the floor. After the apocalypse broke out a few years ago, he suddenly became braver than anyone else."
"He took the initiative to go out and bring me food and water... He wouldn't let me go out. He got angry as soon as I went out. He said he would just go find resources."
"He's an old man, but he's like a man."
"I love him... Even if he's not handsome, old, and has a bad temper, I still love him."
"I love him..."
"I love him..."
"..."
Xiao Han was silent.
There were tears in her eyes.
Suddenly, a roar came from underground.
The old lady's expression tightened, and she didn't care about eating noodles. She walked downstairs with a "dong dong dong".
Su Ming'an followed her all the way into the basement. This was a closed room with a woman tied to a bed.
The woman's skin was covered with black patches, which were signs of infection with the zombie virus.
"Grandma." Xiaohan was terrified: "Why did you raise a zombie at home?"
"Nonsense! This is not a zombie! This is my daughter!" The old lady wiped away her tears: "Although she was infected three days ago, she can definitely hold on, definitely..."
"I, I'm not a zombie..." The woman's voice came softly.
She shed tears, although her mind was blurred, but she was still trying.
Suddenly, a baby cried, the woman wailed, gasped, and the blood below accumulated more and more.
Su Ming'an understood why the woman insisted on living.
- She wanted to bring a new life.
Xiaohan didn't care too much, she had medical knowledge and could help deliver the baby.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger.
The baby didn't know that the woman next to him who was in great pain was his mother. He just cried, his face wrinkled, and he didn't know the suffering of the world.
The woman opened her eyes, looked at the baby, and lost her last breath of life.
"I must let him..." The woman's voice was barely audible: "Live to the new century with birds singing and flowers blooming."
...If she could hold on for a little longer if she hadn't been infected with the zombie virus.
...Would she be able to watch the child grow up, teach him to read and write, and see the new century with him when humans reclaim the city?
If she was a qualified mother...
The next moment, the roar from the zombies sounded, and the woman's skin quickly shrank.
She completely mutated into a zombie.
She suppressed her desire for flesh and blood and persisted until the last moment of the mutation. Then, with the last bit of strength, she brought a pure white child into the world.
How will morality exist in an era where force and interests are supreme - it is love.
The old lady raised her gun tremblingly, aiming at the zombie woman to help her end her pain.
"Daughter. I love you, I love you..."
This word was said so obscurely by the old woman.
The weight of the dead is enough to crush the soul of the living.
The old woman's scarred hand trembled as she pulled the trigger.
The zombie woman screamed.
But at the moment when the gun was aimed at her,
She stared at the newborn baby in the cradle, and a moment of clarity appeared in front of her eyes,
"Live on..." she said.
At the moment of death,
——She seemed to smile.
Relief, happiness, satisfaction, love.
...
...
"Bang!"
(End of this chapter)