Chapter 13: Frequent Visits? Next Time, It Will Cost You Your Life
When the two first met, Li Xingyue had already fully regained consciousness.
This time, upon waking, one thing was certain: though the reason was unknown, his body was indeed immune to the zombie virus.
Perhaps because the zombies were of a lower grade, the pain this time was much less severe than in Xinghai City, and the period of unconsciousness was significantly shorter.
He had clearly heard the conversation between the two just now and knew they were engaging in a covert exchange.
If that person brought over some kind of injection later, they would surely discover Li Xingyue’s secret immunity, and might take him somewhere unknown.
But his own strength was lacking. The young man was likely an evolver, and even if he got up and ran now, he would probably be caught again.
Bang! The sound of a car door closing rang out.
The young man was coming!
Footsteps gradually drew closer…
Damn, it’s a dead end again!
Forget it; either way, it was death. He would fight to the end—there was no way he would let them take him away again!
Li Xingyue focused intently, listening as the footsteps neared the back of the car where he was hiding.
“Are you Zhao Qiang?”
Huh? Who was speaking?
Suddenly, a voice came from the alley entrance.
The young man stopped, turned his head, and saw a middle-aged man about forty standing there, hands behind his back.
“Who are you? How do you know my name?”
“Heh heh, you should ask your wife that.”
The young man was confused. “What do you mean?”
“No offense, just letting you know that Cuicui is coming with me from now on.”
The young man instantly grew angry. “Watch your mouth! I’m a first-tier evolver! Killing you is easy, and you don’t even know who my boss is…”
Pfft!
The soft sound of a bullet entering flesh was heard—small, muffled by a silencer.
The middle-aged man retracted the gun behind his back.
“Damn, I knew you’d say such nonsense!”
Without lingering, the middle-aged man quickly left the alleyway.
Li Xingyue finally exhaled in relief. He had thought today was his last day, but not only had he survived, he’d also witnessed a little drama.
He quickly climbed out, circled to the side of the car, and saw the young man lying in a pool of blood, a hole in his chest steadily bleeding.
“Sigh, it’s the apocalypse—no need to be so innocent, big brother.”
Li Xingyue couldn’t help but feel some sympathy. He kicked the young man’s face, then removed his black wristband and took off at a run.
He checked the alley entrance left and right—no one in sight. This neighborhood seemed quite remote.
He picked a direction at random and ran fast, twisting and turning for a long time before finally settling down to rest in a secluded corner.
Taking out the wristband he’d just taken, he examined it carefully.
It looked much like the wristbands from his previous world, with a small screen in the center.
He double-tapped it, and the screen lit up, displaying several lines:
[Zhao Qiang]
[Zombie Hunting Squad: Team 1****]
[Points: 312]
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