"Brother Zeng, there are three zombies wandering at the corner, 100 meters ahead. Shall we eliminate them?" Zhuo Qing's pupils glowed faintly red. In her vision, the walls and cars on the street appeared as virtual wireframes, while the three zombies ahead were like humanoid flames of red, wandering aimlessly.
Thermal sensing combined with decomposition vision—that was her special ability. Thermal sensing was merely a side effect; the primary function was decomposition vision, a power that allowed her to see matter in its basic particle form. However, as an F-grade ability user, she could only observe the foundational structure and deduce weaknesses and basic information; she couldn't yet cause any real decomposition damage.
Zeng Feng nodded slightly and asked, "Are they just regular zombies?"
The term "zombie" was recently adopted by the base leadership to refer to humans infected by the virus and had already become standard in the military.
"Yes, no enhanced zombies," Zhuo Qing replied steadily, analyzing the zombies' bone density, muscle structure, and other basic details to confirm their strength.
"Yao Zhi, Zhang Tian, you two handle it," Zeng Feng ordered two young men beside him.
The two chuckled lightly, gripping their military knives as they swiftly approached the three zombies. For them, regular zombies were no more than a light appetizer.
"Zhuo Qing, scan the area for that newcomer. I remember his helicopter landed around here. Lu Gui and the others haven't sent any updates yet—they've likely met their end. That person's physical strength might not just be eightfold but could even reach tenfold!" Zeng Feng said gravely.
Zhuo Qing's heart skipped a beat. "No way, tenfold physique? How many genetic enhancement drugs would that take? Even with tenfold strength, the eight of them should have been able to kill him. Besides, Lu Gui had a gun. No matter how fast he is, he can't outrun bullets."
"There's something off about that newcomer. I suspect he has another trump card. From the moment he boarded the helicopter, he seemed unnaturally calm. He saw Lu Gui and the others yet didn't panic at all. Don't you find that strange?" Zeng Feng's gaze was cold and sharp as he stared at her.
Zhuo Qing froze for a moment, an uneasy feeling welling up inside her. She nodded and said, "Understood, I'll use my maximum sensory output to scan."
"No need," a light, almost floating voice suddenly sounded behind them.
Zeng Feng's pupils contracted sharply as he leaped forward, creating distance before turning back. Standing there was a young man clad in a black casual jacket, camouflage pants, and military boots, casually toying with a bloodstained military knife. His gaze was calm as it landed on them.
"It's you!" Zeng Feng's expression changed. This was the very newcomer he had just been searching for.
Zhuo Qing's face turned pale. As a perception-type evolved human with heightened sensitivity, she hadn't detected this man's approach at all. There was no sound, no trace—he was like a lifeless ghost!
"You have a communicator on you?" Chen Chao's gaze fell on Zeng Feng, intrigued. He hadn't expected the green dots on his mental map to turn out to be them—a true twist of fate.
Zeng Feng's expression darkened. "Your physique isn't just tenfold. Otherwise, I'd have sensed you. Who… what are you? Commander Xu could never create someone like you!"
Chen Chao chuckled lightly. "Why is it that people always have so many questions right before they die?"
"Oh really?" Zeng Feng suddenly drew a handgun from behind, his face twisted in a sneer as he coldly said, "You're wrong. The one dying is you!" With that, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets were fired, but the expected sound of flesh being pierced didn't come. Instead, a series of metallic clangs rang out.
Zeng Feng and Zhuo Qing froze, their pupils widening in shock as they stared at the scene before them. Behind the man, a pair of black wings had unfurled.
Thick, wide black wings wrapped around Chen Chao's body. The bullets ricocheted off the reinforced dragon-wing feathers, clattering to the ground at his feet.
Through the gap in the wings, Chen Chao's figure blurred as he suddenly appeared before Zeng Feng and Zhuo Qing like a phantom. He reached out and grabbed Zeng Feng's wrist, twisting it lightly.
Crack!
The wrist bent at a 90-degree angle. Zeng Feng groaned in pain. Despite his background as a former soldier and not just a regular evolved human, the intense pain still contorted his face.
Chen Chao took the handgun from his hand, retracting his dragon wings, and said calmly, "Give me your communicator."
Sweating profusely from the pain of his broken wrist, Zeng Feng gritted his teeth and said, "What are you planning, you monster? You're not human; you're some kind of new species of monster!"
Chen Chao casually twisted his elbow, breaking it as well, before glancing at the two men who had just killed the zombies. Seeing Chen Chao's terrifying abilities, they immediately turned and fled.
Chen Chao raised the gun and fired twice, hitting them in the back of the head with precision. They dropped dead before they could even scream.
He tucked the gun into his waistband, retrieved the communicator from Zeng Feng, and asked, "This communicator connects to all of you, doesn't it?"
Zeng Feng's face changed as realization dawned on him. He shouted angrily, "You monster! Even in death, I won't let you get away with this!"
Zhuo Qing, pale-faced and biting her lip, said softly, "I know you can kill us all, but if we die, the S-class camp will be left with only about a hundred people. Its strength will be reduced by six or seven times. In future battles against monsters, humanity could face extinction..."
Chen Chao glanced at her and smiled. "Now you're thinking of the bigger picture? If you had encountered Xu's men here, would you have spared them?"
Zhuo Qing and Zeng Feng fell silent, unable to respond.
"You scum! Even if you get the communicator, they won't come without my command. I'll never bow to you!" Zeng Feng shouted furiously.
Chen Chao smiled faintly, pinching his throat before activating the communicator. "Everyone, gather at the plaza in front of the East China Street department store. There's an important discovery. All personnel must come immediately!"
Zeng Feng and Zhuo Qing stared at him in shock, unable to believe their ears. Just now... Chen Chao had spoken in Zeng Feng's voice!
"You… you…" Zeng Feng stammered, utterly astonished. He had heard of performers who could mimic voices, but this—Chen Chao had done it effortlessly.
Chen Chao ended the transmission, tossing the communicator onto Zeng Feng's chest. "Time to send you off." He reached out and gripped Zeng Feng's throat, lifting him off the ground.
Gasping for breath, Zeng Feng's face turned red. He growled angrily, "You're not human, you beast! If you kill them all, humanity will go extinct because of you. I'll haunt you even in death!"
Crack!
Chen Chao twisted his neck, silencing him. As he gazed into Zeng Feng's unyielding, angry eyes, he murmured as if to himself, "Don't overestimate yourself. Even without me, you'd all be dead in half a month at Commander Xu's hands. You chose the wrong side. I'm merely ending your lives a little early while making some use of you."