Chapter 31: “damn It, One Teammate Per Gun”
Crimson liquid droplets flowed like circulating pomegranate juice, reflecting the serious eyes under the youth’s broken hair.
“Remember, after synthesis, use the fastest speed to wrap it inside the bullet head. If you’re slow, we’ll all die.”
Su Huan held a brass 9mm bullet in his hand and instructed.
Qi Xiao Ba gripped the handrails tightly with both hands and nodded, “I’m ready.”
Su Huan gave Wan Xing a look.
The latter took a deep breath and poured the juice collected from the bloodthirsty fruit into the glass bottle. Inside was a special gene liquid collected from consuming over a dozen zombies.
Similar to the material collected from the night demon.
But because the amount on each zombie was extremely scarce, it was easy to overlook.
If Su Huan hadn’t emphasized it, she wouldn’t have gathered this thing.
The two liquids met in the glass bottle.
“Hiss…”
The crimson liquid changed color in an instant, a point of pitch black rapidly expanding like it was polluted.
“Is this a success?”
Wan Xing always felt something was off; the liquid in the glass bottle had a strong attraction to her.
As if swallowing it would allow her to gain some kind of evolution.
“Of course it’s a failure.”
Su Huan pinched his little finger, looking at the glass bottle with a hint of dread in his expression.
Synthesizing gene potion wasn’t as simple as just putting several materials together.
It required a potion-related profession to control it.
Fine-tuning the proportions, fusion timing, and subtle changes in its physical properties.
Otherwise, this kind of result would occur.
—Failure.
The cost of failure varied in size, but some failed products still had special effects.
Like this drop of viscous black liquid resembling petroleum.
Its full name was “mutated beast inducer.” Because of its strong evolution deception, it was very useful for clearing or attracting mutated beasts.
But like many inventions, people wouldn’t use it in good ways.
“Flesh and Blood Party Invitation,” “Dinner Bell,” “Mutated Beast Didi Quick Summon,” “Apocalypse Happy Water,” “My Damn Teammates Each Have One”…
Soon, this simple potion became widespread; almost every person with the ability to explore and scavenge had one.
When everyone had one, it created a nuclear deterrence effect.
Only by holding this thing could you avoid worrying about your teammates screwing you over at key moments.
“Grip tight, pour it out after three seconds, Xiao Ba prepare.”
Su Huan reminded nervously.
A metallic cold light appeared in Qi Xiao Ba’s eyes. The brass bullets on the table immediately floated in mid-air, the bullet heads detaching from the bullet bodies, melting like popsicles, and forming a narrow space inside the bullet heads.
Wan Xing also timely dripped the black liquid from her hand.
When the liquid swirled at the bottle mouth, that gene instinct attraction reached its peak.
“Pa!”
The liquid dripped, the brass bullet head quickly closed, was stuffed back into the bullet, and fell into Su Huan’s palm.
That eerie attraction instantly disappeared.
Looking at the brand-new bullet in his hand, Su Huan’s lips curved into a faint smile, “It’s done.”
Dull footsteps came from the dining car position. Liang Kuan asked puzzledly, “I just had a strange feeling.”
Su Huan stood up and patted his shoulder, which had become much thicker, “Your feeling is correct, but you’re too late. Get ready; we’ll drive in ten minutes, but don’t enter Mo Jiang City directly—stop at the outer boundary.”
“Are we setting off?”
“No.”
Su Huan licked his upper palate, cold light flashing in his eyes, “In a bit, tell Wang He to prepare, bring twenty people. Tonight, we’re going to bring back the forklift and water purifier!”
……
19:20, hot and stuffy without wind.
Dark clouds like oil-soaked cotton wadding pressed against the horizon; the arc-shaped outline of the distant water tower gleamed iron gray in the dusk.
Further away was the calm Mo Jiang. Obviously, the over thirty-degree temperature couldn’t cause any obvious change to this great river.
It still quietly nourished the land on both banks, just like before the apocalypse.
But this river was the most dangerous place in the entire area besides the city center.
Even in Su Huan’s heart, the river depths were even more terrifying than the city center. Highly dense mutated beasts madly fought and devoured each other in the dark riverbed, evolving—who knew to what extent they had evolved or how many terrifying existences there were.
There were too many unknowns among them.
So even four years into the apocalypse, no one was willing to approach these water sources.
“Tap tap…”
Su Huan stomped on the thick top steel plate underfoot and collected his thoughts.
Although he had no immediate idea to build a combat platform, he had intentionally made the roof flatter. Later, whether adding a layer as a passage connecting to the rear carriages or installing mechanical arms, machine guns, and other weapons, it would be more convenient.
He raised his wrist and looked at the mechanical watch.
19:24
About one minute left.
Su Huan pulled out the captured handgun, ejected the bullet, checked, and loaded.
He fired a shot toward the ground, heard the familiar crisp sound, confirmed no issues, then pressed that special bullet into the magazine.
A faint vibration came from the train underfoot.
Su Huan raised the handgun, tilted it forty-five degrees toward the water plant in the sky direction, and pulled the trigger.
“Pa”
The bullet with an initial speed of 400 drilled out of the barrel. At the highest point, the power dissipated, then it began falling downward.
And its landing point was also its maximum range.
Exactly the water plant one kilometer away.
……
Countless heavy panting sounds suddenly echoed in the silent suburban city, accompanied by intimidating low roars rising and falling.
Vortices suddenly appeared on the silent river surface, patches of dark red turbid blood water surging up, terrifying sounds of scale armor scraping rolling underwater.
Grasses by the river bent low, rustling sounds converging into a flood.
And this flood was directed straight at the water plant on the shore.
At this time, Gao Zhe was sitting in a room chewing instant noodles, the crunching sounds rough and grating.
Beside him was a man who died from a shattered skull; he was also the last man in the entire water plant.
He had spent an entire afternoon doing a meaningless thing.
Killing everyone in this water plant.
Except the women.
They had committed suicide.
He killed forty-four people, becoming numb by the end.
He couldn’t even distinguish if it was anger or lingering pity; he just habitually smashed their skulls.
Suddenly, the chewing stopped.
Gao Zhe felt an immense oppression encircling him; instinctive fear like a giant hand tightly gripped his heart.
He tossed down the half-pack of instant noodles, smoothed the bristling hairs on his neck, picked up the steel bar, and went to the window side.
He cautiously looked outward.
The sky was dark and overcast; even with the faint light, he could see the buildings outside.
But for some reason, he felt that every shadow held a terrifying existence staring at him!
