Volume One, Chapter 12: The Bait

Outside the Cloud Villa.

More than a dozen figures pressed against the shadows of the greenery, moving quickly like frightened rats.

Leading them was a middle-aged man named Li Hua, the regional manager overseeing this commercial street. After the outbreak of the apocalypse, he had used his innate leadership qualities to organize a small group of a dozen or so people.

As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers.

Not long ago, he had witnessed firsthand everything that had happened at Cloud Villa.

That experience ignited a spark of hope within them.

Rather than waiting for rescue, they decided to take the initiative and seek out opportunities for survival.

So, with the black rain having just stopped, they seized the chance to step out from their store.

“Stay close! The corner up ahead is where the military just fought!” he whispered, his explosive baton feeling unusually heavy in his trembling hand, his suit cuffs soaked with sweat.

A plump woman with permed hair suddenly grabbed the sleeve of the person beside her. “Damn it, why don’t those soldiers come out and save us? Are we taxpayers just feeding them for nothing?”

“Exactly!” a young man with dyed yellow hair spat. “I called the emergency number twenty times—no response at all!”

At the back, a buzz-cut man stopped abruptly, twirling a fruit knife skillfully in his palm.

He squinted towards the upper levels of the villa.

There was something there, barely noticeable to ordinary eyes.

“Look! The iron gate!” someone in the group whispered.

They stumbled forward to the ornate iron gate.

The plump woman suddenly broke free, swinging her designer bag against the gatepost. “Soldiers! Open the door now!”

“Stupid woman! Are you out of your mind?” Li Hua lunged forward, covering her mouth, cold sweat trickling down his temple.

At that moment, murderous intent welled up inside him.

From afar came the faint sound of shattering glass.

The woman bit him hard. “Li Hua, just wait! When the troops arrive, I’ll accuse you of insulting me and assaulting a lady, you…”

She turned to curse but froze suddenly.

About three hundred meters down the tree-lined path, seven or eight twisted figures sniffed the air and turned towards them.

“Hoo…”

The zombies emitted a guttural, inhuman roar from their decaying vocal cords.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” a burly man wielding a fire axe pounded frantically on the doorbell. “Open up! Isn’t it the soldiers’ duty to protect civilians?!”

But the iron gate didn’t budge.

From the villa’s upper floor, Lin Ye watched coldly through the surveillance monitors.

Chen Feng’s sniper scope was steadily fixed on the lead zombie’s forehead.

“Marshal, should we intervene?” a voice came through the earpiece.

Lin Ye’s gaze swept over the unusually calm buzz-cut man. “Wait a little longer.”

The horde accelerated.

The foremost infected wore a security guard’s uniform, half his face rotted down to the bone.

The plump woman collapsed to the ground, wetting herself. The pungent stench only enraged the zombies further.

“Back to back! Men on the outside! Surround the old and children!” Li Hua shouted hoarsely.

His baton struck the first lunging zombie’s shoulder, splattering rotten flesh, but it didn’t stop the creature.

Just as the decayed teeth were about to clamp onto his throat—

“Pfft!”

The security guard zombie’s skull exploded like a watermelon.

Followed by two more muffled sniper shots.

The lead zombies dropped one after another, black blood splattering across Li Hua’s face.

“A sniper!” the buzz-cut man shouted. “Everyone, get down!”

The remaining five zombies, drawn by the gunfire, turned toward the villa.

They had just taken two steps when six barrels of black gunmetal suddenly appeared from a second-floor window.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft—”

Bullets rained like the scythe of death, making the five zombies convulse wildly.

One especially large zombie charged forward three meters under the barrage until a machine gun shattered its knees, sending it crashing down.

An eerie silence fell over the scene, only smoke curling upward in the air.

The plump woman jumped up and kicked the iron gate. “Now you’re shooting? Why didn’t you before…”

Her words cut off abruptly.

The buzz-cut man pressed the tip of his knife against her thick neck, his voice colder than the zombies’. “One more word and I’ll throw you out to feed them.”

The threat froze the woman in place, too terrified to speak or move.

At that moment,

Six fully armed Snow Leopard team members spread out in tactical formation at the gate, their muzzles barely visible, aimed at the unwelcome crowd.

Then Chen Feng strode forward, his combat boots clacking against the marble floor.

The plump woman rushed up, her face contorted in rage as she yelled at Chen Feng, “Soldier, open the door! Someone’s trying to kill me! Arrest him!”

No one responded.

Her anger flared. Pointing at Chen Feng, she shouted, “Soldier, what are you waiting for? Open the door! Or I’ll complain to your superiors…”

Before she finished, a muffled “pfft” sounded.

Her head exploded like an invisible hammer striking it, a spray of blood and brain matter splattered across the iron gate. The headless corpse wobbled before collapsing like a sack of grain.

“Ah—!!!”

“Murder! Murder!”

The screams of the elderly and children barely escaped their lips before six barrels of black gunmetal aimed squarely at the crowd.

“Shut up!” Chen Feng’s voice was colder than the gun barrels. “If anyone else yells, the next one’s him.”

The crying stopped abruptly.

A mother clamped her hand tightly over her child’s mouth; the child’s face flushed red from holding back tears, too frightened to struggle.

Li Hua’s suit pants soaked visibly as urine trickled down his polished shoes. Terror gripped his heart.

Who were these people?

They had just killed in front of ordinary civilians...

Aren’t they afraid of military accountability?

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