Chapter 3336 - Ch: 61-70

Chapter 61: Fire in the Harem

"Put down the guns." Ling Feng pushed Maggie aside slightly and turned to look at the newcomers.

Guillermo climbed down from the truck with his men. Looking at the clean river water, a few who were dying of thirst collapsed onto the bank and drank greedily.

Amy walked over, looked at Maggie, and then at Ling Feng.

"Ling, who is she?" Amy crossed her arms, her chin raised, a sour tinge in her voice.

Before Ling Feng could answer, Maggie turned around and generously extended her hand.

"Maggie. Ling's woman."

Amy froze for a second, her face flushing red, and snapped back without backing down.

"Amy. What a coincidence, so am I."

The two hands met, gripping each other tightly, neither willing to let go first.

Merle blew a loud whistle from the side and nudged T-Dog with his elbow.

"See that, darkie? That's our boss's style. Even in a new place, he's got women on both arms."

T-Dog rolled his eyes at him and stepped aside two paces.

"Mighty boss!" Guillermo, having caught his breath, joined in the jeering with his followers.

Ling Feng waved his hands and pushed down the two women's hands.

"Alright, we're all family from now on. Put away your little tempers. Here, I make the rules."

Amy pouted and walked to Ling Feng's left, while Maggiesmiled and naturally held his right arm.

The noise on the riverbank was too loud.

The lookout on the bridge also noticed the water truck that had suddenly appeared and Boss Ling down below. Fearing trouble, he shouted to Sang-hwa and the others, "Sang-hwa! Something's going on over by the boss!"

Sang-hwa turned to look at the lookout, grabbed his gun, and ran to the overpass guardrail to look down.

All he saw was the eye-catching water truck and a group of complete strangers surrounding Boss Ling. For a moment, he even forgot that his boss was a spider demon!

"Grab your weapons!"

Sang-hwa shouted as he ran down the bridge, yelling, "Hands in the air, everyone!"

"Get away from our boss!"

Yongguk and the others behind him also ran down with guns in hand.

Hearing the commotion outside and learning that Ling Feng was surrounded by strangers, Li Bingbing and the other two women panicked. Picking up their guns, she rushed down the bridge with Lee Ji-eun and Hye-young.

"Ling..." Li Bingbing looked at Ling Feng, who had Amyand Maggie on both arms, and swallowed her remaining words.

What followed was boundless fury as she glared at him angrily.

"Aren't you going to explain this to us?!"

The women, who had originally been worried about Ling Feng's safety, now swept murderous glances back and forth between Ling Feng, Maggie, Amy, and the others.

Looking at the crowd surrounding them, even Ling Fengdidn't want to be watched like a zoo animal. He looked at Sang-hwa and instructed, "This is Merle, Guillermo and his five lackeys, and this one is called T-Dog. Take them and drive the truck up first. I'll come up later to arrange things."

"Keep your mouth shut, do you hear me? Sang-hwa and the others are just like you. And put away that racist nonsense of yours—this is your boss's camp!"

Ling Feng warned Merle, staring straight at him. Being loyal to him didn't mean Merle lost his personality; others didn't matter, but Sang-hwa and his crew were off-limits—they were his core combat power!

"Don't worry, Boss, I definitely won't cause trouble!" Merlepromised with a solemn face.

He also understood the boss's meaning: Sang-hwa and his group were also from other worlds, just like them.

Sizing up Sang-hwa, who was bursting with power, Merlehad no doubt that with those power-packed muscles and build, the guy could knock him out cold with a single slap.

"Let's go, big guy, show us around the camp."

Sang-hwa nodded, tilted his head to the side, turned, and led everyone away. Someone else would drive the truck up!

That whole truckload of purified water was something their camp needed right now. Although river water could be drunk after filtering, boiling, and waiting for it to cool down, who wouldn't want to drink purified water if available?

Seeing the humming truck struggling to climb up, Ling Feng smiled at the women and said, "Wait for me a moment."

He then walked over to the truck, placed a single hand against the truck bed, and pushed the vehicle up step by step. The truck, which had been slipping, was effortlessly pushed onto the tracks by Ling Feng.

Ignoring the gazes around him, Ling Feng returned to the riverbank. Looking at the five women standing at odds with one another, he shook his head with a mixture of distress and bliss.

"Let's go, let's talk over there. I don't want us being stared at like monkeys."

The women glanced at each other. Maggie and Amy even seemed to form a tacit alliance; the threat posed by Li Bingbing and her two companions was too great. They were prettier and Asian, so even though the two American women couldn't stand each other, they had no choice but to team up.

"Spill it! What's the deal with these two women?" As the big sister figure, Li Bingbing emanated an imposing aura, her pretty eyes reflecting only Ling Feng!

She had accepted Lee Ji-eun and Hye-young, thinking it would stop there, but now two more had popped out—two whole women!

Suddenly, she had four new sisters!

This made her extremely annoyed. Even if Ling Fengwanted to find women, he shouldn't just bring them back so casually; at least he should give her a heads-up!

Ling Feng laughed awkwardly as he looked at the women surrounding him. He truly found it hard to defend himself.

Right, he still wanted to make excuses, but looking at the five women, he felt like even eight mouths wouldn't be enough to argue his way out.

"Speak!"

Seeing Ling Feng just awkwardly smiling, Li Bingbing's anger softened a bit, but she was still very unsatisfied. She didn't ask for much, just an explanation!

As long as he gave an explanation, she would forgive him.

"What right do you have to question Ling!" Amy jumped out first.

Even Maggie was a bit angry now, glaring at Li Bingbing.

Seeing that the women were about to start fighting if they kept talking, Ling Feng hurriedly stood up and spread his arms. "Hey, hey, hey, everyone calm down... calm down!"

"My fault, it's all my fault. I'm a scum, I wanted a harem. Everyone stop arguing, OK?"

Ling Feng went straight into a rapid five-hit streak of admissions of guilt.

He just hoped these women would stop fighting. When others built harems, it was relaxed and cozy. He was a protagonist too, so why was it so exhausting for him?

In the end, Ling Feng could only attribute it to the fact that he cared about and deeply loved every single woman who loved him.

He was a scumbag, but not a monster.

Lee Ji-eun and Hye-young stood firmly behind Li Bingbing. As long as Sister Bing gave the word to attack, the two of them would definitely rush forward to beat up those little sluts across from them!

After thinking it over, Li Bingbing sighed. "Forget it. Who asked you to be our man?"

"Let's introduce ourselves again. My name is Li Bingbing. On my left is Lee Ji-eun, a big star from South Korea who's quite a mischievous prankster."

"On my right is Hye-young, a train attendant, who is rather introverted."

Li Bingbing looked at Maggie and extended her hand.

Staring intently at that slender hand, Maggie eventually shook it back. "My name is Maggie, a farmer's daughter. I don't like beating around the bush. This is..."

Maggie looked at Amy beside her, at a loss.

"I'm Amy. Um... I can help with housework, and I'll learn other things." Amy knew her own abilities well and stated them decisively.

Seeing the women getting along 'harmoniously', Ling Fengfinally breathed a sigh of relief from his constant anxiety. Being greedy wasn't scary; what was scary was a fire breaking out in the harem and causing trouble. He could let everyone get to know each other gradually later.

The women were all very easy to get along with, and he believed they would become great sisters or best friends.

Chapter 62: It Still Takes Sister Bing to Step In.

The five women stared at each other, the gunpowder in the air ready to ignite at any second.

Ling Feng raised his hands, wearing an awkward, apologetic smile and begging for mercy repeatedly.

Lee Ji-eun puffed out her cheeks in anger, while Hye-young pulled at Li Bingbing's sleeve from behind.

In the end, seeing Ling Feng's deeply troubled and awkward expression, Li Bingbing sighed.

She knew very well that having such a powerful man to protect them in the apocalypse was an extremely scarce resource to begin with.

If they really fell out over jealousy, no one would come out ahead.

Besides, this man was sincere toward them and never stingy with supplies.

She took a step forward, shielding Ling Feng.

"From now on, we're all sisters. Let's get along well and not cause trouble for Ling Feng." Li Bingbing's tone was calm as she took the initiative to step forward and diffuse the tension.

With that, she turned to look directly at Maggie.

"Is there any problem?"

Maggie was not the petty, nitpicking kind of woman to begin with.

Growing up on a farm with a straightforward personality, seeing Li Bingbing actively extend an olive branch, and noting that the other woman had a calm demeanor and was clearly the leader of Ling Feng's three women—

Maggie generously extended her hand, smiling as she agreed.

"No problem. I'm new here and don't understand many of the rules. Let's look out for each other from now on."

The two shook hands again, and this time, the tense, sword-drawing atmosphere of a moment ago was completely gone.

Seeing this, Amy bit her lip and obediently walked over to Maggie's side.

"I'll listen to you guys."

Ling Feng let out a long breath, his heart finally dropping back into his stomach from his throat, and he reached out to gather the women together, breaking into a happy smile.

"That's right! Let's all get along well." He patted his chest, his tone becoming extremely bold, "Rest assured, even in the apocalypse, I can make you live just like before the apocalypse! You want supplies, you got supplies; you want safety, you got safety!"

Lee Ji-eun snorted from the side, leaned over, and poked Ling Feng's arm.

"Just talking big won't work. You brought back a whole truckload of Water today, plus so many mouths to feed—those train cars of ours are almost going to burst at the seams."

Li Bingbing keenly caught the confidence in Ling Feng's words, and she turned to stare at Ling Feng, asking, "Do you have some kind of idea?"

As soon as these words came out, all the women quieted down and looked at him in unison.

Ling Feng reined in his smile, his expression instantly turning extremely solemn. He pointed at the steel-beast-like viaduct overhead.

"Yes." Ling Feng nodded, "Right now, our camp, plus the newcomers today, already has 56 people! Once the number reaches 100, we'll have to consider changing camps."

"Change camps?" Maggie and Amy spoke at the same time, inevitably feeling a bit flustered inside.

The two of them had just crossed an unknown space and followed Ling Feng wholeheartedly to this new world.

They hadn't even had time to get familiar with the land beneath their feet, or even see a bed yet, only to learn that they were going to move.

This kind of homeless, unsettled feeling was the easiest thing to make people feel terrified in the apocalypse.

Sensing the two's unease, Ling Feng immediately turned around to comfort them.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not asking you to pack up and leave right now." He patiently explained, "Look at this bridge. The absolute limit for people living on top of this bridge is probably a little over 100. Any more than that, and they'd have to live on the mountains on both sides of the bridgehead, which isn't very safe."

Maggie shook her head in deep agreement: "The mountains definitely won't do. There are no natural barriers, vision is limited, and once you encounter a large horde of zombies raiding at night, there's simply no time to react. Those makeshift fences will definitely not stop the impact of zombies."

Having experienced Ling Feng's spoiler warnings back at the farm, she was very clear on how fragile places with flat terrain and no sturdy walls were.

"Therefore, to prepare for a rainy day, we must find a new base that can accommodate hundreds or even thousands of people and achieve self-sufficiency." Ling Feng snapped his fingers.

Everyone chatted as they walked along the riverbank towards the bridge.

By this time, Sang-hwa had already arranged for someone to drive the truck loaded with purified Water up, and Merle, Guillermo, and the others were looking around in shock at the rows of modified train cars and piles of supplies on the bridge.

Ling Feng led the five women into the locomotive car belonging to them.

Everyone sat down, and a few bottles of clean Water that had just been unloaded were still on the table.

"My idea is to go to that town where Kara and the others were brought back from!" Ling Feng's fingers hammered heavily on the table, "Fencing that place off and sealing all entrances and exits completely!"

This crazy plan made everyone present gasp a breath of cold air.

Li Bingbing froze for a moment, quickly searching her brain for that location and starting to calculate its feasibility.

"That town? It's about twenty-something kilometers away from us. Inside are all European-style self-built houses, and there's also a moat surrounding the city that can serve as a natural moat."

"That's right." Ling Feng continued, "As long as we clean out the monsters inside and seal off the perimeter, we can live truly stable lives inside. The most crucial part is that the land area there is enough to clear for growing vegetables and achieve self-sufficiency."

"Seal off a town..." Maggie knitted her brows tightly, quickly getting into character, "There really are a lot of houses in the town, which can provide a large amount of independent living space, and building materials can be sourced locally right there by tearing down some unnecessary houses to reinforce the outer defense line."

"Rebuilding a camp based on the town..." Li Bingbing and Maggie looked at each other simultaneously and both felt it was very feasible.

Compared to crowding on this suspended viaduct, occupying a town was the true long-term plan.

However, problems came along with it.

"If we really want to go to the town, our current manpower is indeed not quite enough." Li Bingbing sighed, directly pointing out the core difficulty.

"Clearing out a complete town, the number of zombies inside is definitely a huge amount, and we need to build defense lines. Just moving bricks and pouring cement requires a massive amount of labor. Out of over fifty people, subtracting the elderly, women, and children, the men who can truly do heavy physical labor are just a little over thirty."

Lee Ji-eun leaned over the table and pouted.

"What do we do then? Where are we going to magically conjure up so much labor out of thin air? It's not like we can capture those disgusting monsters to carry bricks."

Hye-young gently patted her shoulder, "Don't talk nonsense, there's definitely a way."

Ling Feng laughed and tapped his fingers twice on the tabletop.

"Not enough manpower? Then go recruit! What the apocalypse lacks least are wandering survivors on the verge of starving to death at any moment. As long as we have plenty of food, clean Water, and a safe fortress, are we afraid no one will come to defect?"

He looked outside the train car, where Merle was standing with his hands on his hips, frantically bragging to Sang-hwa about how he single-handedly chopped down an entire street in Georgia.

As a result, Sang-hwa completely ignored him, lifted a large plastic drum full of Water with one hand, and effortlessly threw it into the warehouse.

Merle obediently shut his mouth.

"Look." Ling Feng pointed outside the window, "The quality of this batch of newcomers today is very high. Guillermoand the others are all strapping, strong young men who are definitely good hands for physical labor."

"As for Merle and T-Dog, they are both fierce warriors who have seen blood. With a little training, they can serve as the vanguard for clearing out the town."

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Hye-young, my precious Hye-young.

Chapter 63: Merle, Who Feels Uncomfortable If He Doesn't Cause Trouble For A Day

"So, clearing out the town isn't actually that difficult."

Ling Feng casually unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, threw his head back, and took a large gulp, the cooling water flowing down his throat.

He wiped the water stains from his chin and casually spread his hands, "Apart from being able to run, those zombies are actually really easy to deal with... At least that's what I think."

As soon as his voice fell, the atmosphere inside the carriage instantly became very eerie.

Li Bingbing couldn't help it and directly rolled her eyes heavily.

Lee Ji-eun puffed out her cheeks and let out a soft hum.

Hye-young shook her head helplessly, and even Amy, who had just joined, sighed in coordination.

The actions of the four people were surprisingly unanimous.

This left Maggie, caught in the middle, completely bewildered. She looked left and right at these newly acquainted sisters with a face full of confusion.

"No, are they really that easy to deal with?" Maggiecouldn't help but speak up.

Having stayed on the farm for so long, whenever it came to those biting monsters, she would always avoid them if she could. One or two were fine, but in groups, she could only run away.

"Maggie, don't listen to him brag." Lee Ji-eun leaned over and lowered her voice to complain, "Oppa really thinks it's easy because he's simply not human."

"Huh?" Maggie was even more confused.

Amy hurriedly explained from the side, "You haven't seen what Ling Feng looks like when he kills zombies; he hacked all of them down by himself!"

Lee Ji-eun immediately chimed in, "That's nothing. You guys didn't see him at the train station. Hundreds of infected rushed over, and he charged straight through the corpse wave. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought we were filming a superhero movie."

Listening to these women adding details one after another, Maggie drew a sharp breath.

She turned her head to look at the man sitting there smiling harmlessly, her mind recalling the half-air spiderweb bed this guy had made in the farm woods...

Fine, this man indeed had some tricks up his sleeve.

"Alright, stop flattering me blindly." Ling Feng tapped the table, pulling the topic back on track, "Although I'm not afraid, we're going to build a base of hundreds of people in the future. We can't rely on me alone to shoulder everything."

He stood up, extended a finger to tap the tabletop, "Taking advantage of the current shortage of manpower and the fact that the town's cleanup plan still needs preparation, our daily training must definitely not stop."

Speaking of this, Ling Feng deliberately turned his head and pointed at Maggie.

"All of you must practice, especially you, Maggie."

"Me?" Maggie pointed at her own nose, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, it's you." Ling Feng's tone was very crisp, "Your potential is huge, and I think very highly of you. In the apocalyptic world, blindly hiding in the back won't work. Shooting, close-combat, you must learn everything from scratch, and you must practice until you master it."

Maggie's performance in the original show could be called a female war god. That kind of tenacity and leadership carved into her bones, as long as she was slightly cultivated, would definitely make her a general capable of standing on her own.

Ling Feng certainly didn't want to raise her into a useless canary in a cage.

Maggie clenched her fists. Not only did she not retreat, but it also stirred up a bit of her competitive spirit.

"No problem." She agreed crisply, "As long as you are willing to teach, I'm not afraid of hardship."

"I want to participate too!" Li Bingbing immediately stood out.

Once the big sister's temper flared up, how could she be willing to lag behind others? She put her hands on her hips, "Since Maggie is going to practice close combat, I can't just hide in the back and shoot either. Count me in as well."

Ling Feng smiled and nodded approvingly, "Sister Bing, you were already in the combat group's options to begin with. Even if you didn't bring it up, I would have had to give you extra training."

Hearing herself being affirmed, Li Bingbing proudly raised her chin.

Afterward, Ling Feng turned his head to look at the remaining three people.

"Zhien, Hye-young, and Amy, I won't force the three of you."

The three women froze at the same time.

Ling Feng slowed his tone down, his voice becoming much gentler, "Matters like fighting, just leave them to us. You don't need to force yourselves to adapt to all that killing and fighting."

"Being happy every day, taking good care of the camp's internal affairs, and managing our 'home' well—that is the biggest help to me."

As soon as these words came out, their lethality was simply off the charts.

In the precarious apocalyptic world, being able to have a powerfully strong man stand in front of you, shielding you from the wind and rain, and only asking you to "happily" do a good job with logistics—for a woman, this maxed out her sense of security instantly.

"Oppa!" Lee Ji-eun was the first one who couldn't hold back, throwing herself directly into Ling Feng's arms.

"Ling..." Hye-young's eye sockets turned red, and she closely followed behind to hug his arm.

Amy was even more touched to a mess. She squeezed over from the other side, tightly hugging Ling Feng's waist, pressing her face against his chest and unwilling to lift it up.

Surrounded in the middle by three delicate and pretty women, Ling Feng looked thoroughly pleased.

On the other side, Li Bingbing and Maggie looked at each other.

The air suddenly grew quiet.

Li Bingbing twitched her mouth, pointed at the four people hugging together over there, and looked at Maggie, "What is this supposed to be? The two of us rush forward to risk our lives, while the three of them turn into virtuous helper wives instead?"

Maggie also had black lines all over her head, "Indeed... This makes us look really dorky, okay."

Just as the atmosphere inside the carriage was harmonious and funny, a rough curse suddenly came from outside, accompanied by the muffled sound of a heavy object slamming against sheet metal.

"What the hell are you? When I was out there killing people, you were still playing in the mud!"

Hearing that raspy throat voice, Ling Feng knew who was stirring up trouble.

That old scoundrel Merle truly felt uncomfortable all over if he didn't cause trouble for a day.

Ling Feng patted the three women on his body, signaling them to let go, then turned and walked out of the carriage. Li Bingbing and Maggie also immediately followed, wanting to see what kind of mess was happening outside.

As soon as they stepped out of the carriage, they saw that on the open space on the other side of the viaduct, the atmosphere was at swords drawn and bows bent.

The truck fully loaded with purified water was parked nearby.

Guillermo and a few lackeys were cowering at the back of the truck with faces full of shock, while T-Dog kept backing away, not daring to approach the central area at all.

In the central area, Merle was tilting his neck, reaching out to push Sang-hwa's shoulder.

"Don't think you can boss me around just because you're big! Aside from the boss, nobody even thinks about ordering Lord Merle around to do coolie work like loading and unloading cargo!" Merle cursed. Just now, Sang-hwahad asked him to move water buckets; with his temper, how could he possibly tolerate others?

Sang-hwa was wearing a tight-fitting vest, exposing two terrifyingly thick arms.

He didn't even look at the hand Merle pushed over, simply asking calmly, "This is Boss Ling's rule; everyone has to work. You don't want to work?"

"Rules? My words are the rules!" Merle laughed out of extreme anger, swinging his fist to smash towards Sang-hwa's face. He was a combat veteran with rich street-fighting experience, specializing in hitting vital spots.

But the next second, Merle experienced what absolute power suppression meant.

Sang-hwa didn't even make a big move; he just casually raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and grabbed him by the neck right before Merle's fist smashed over.

"Urgh!"

Merle's voice came to an abrupt halt, his feet directly leaving the ground!

Sang-hwa held Merle by the neck with just one hand like that, forcefully lifting his entire body up. A two-hundred-pound stalwart man was as easy as picking up a little chick in Sang-hwa's hands.

"Let... let go..." Merle used both hands to desperately pry at Sang-hwa's fingers, his face flushed red, and his legs kicking frantically in mid-air.

But his proud strength completely failed in front of this Asian strongman.

Chapter 64: Electricity Is a Big Problem!

Sang-hwa frowned, grabbed Merle, and gave him a heavy shove forward.

"Bang!"

Merle's back slammed hard against the side steel plate of the truck, the immense impact directly denting the carriage significantly.

Merle slid down the carriage to the ground, coughing violently while clutching his throat, almost vomiting his bile.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

Guillermo's subordinates were frightened pale.

They had seen how vicious Merle was outside the nursing home, yet in front of this man named Sang-hwa, he couldn't even last a single move?

Sang-hwa clapped his hands and looked down condescendingly at Merle on the ground: "Can you work now?"

Merle coughed until tears came out.

Having spent his life on the streets, fists were the only thing he respected.

It was one thing that he couldn't beat Ling Feng, but now a random subordinate who jumped out was this monstrous?

What did people in this place eat growing up?!

"I... I can work!" Merle rasped, decisively backing down, "Big Brother, you have the strength, you call the shots."

Seeing this scene, Ling Feng finally walked out from the shadows.

"Sang-hwa, well done." Ling Feng praised loudly.

Everyone immediately stood at attention, and even Merleon the ground scrambled up, standing obediently to the side.

Ling Feng walked up to the truck filled with water barrels and glanced around at the newly arrived group of people.

"I know that before in other places, you might have been local bullies or minor leaders, but here, your past identities are completely wiped to zero." Ling Feng's voice was very calm, but full of oppressive pressure, "My base does not feed idlers. Water, food, safe beds—all these resources are exchanged based on contribution."

Guillermo quickly expressed his stance: "Don't worry, Boss, the few of us have plenty of strength, we'll go move the things right now!"

With that, he led his subordinates swarming toward the truck, starting to strenuously carry the water barrels.

Merle didn't dare to spout nonsense either; rubbing his still-aching neck, he trotted over to help. As he moved them, he muttered inwardly: This place is simply a monster nest.

Seeing that the newcomers had all become well-behaved, Ling Feng instructed Sang-hwa to arrange accommodations for them.

There were plenty of vacant simple wooden houses on the viaduct, and they could be lived in after a simple cleanup.

Once the scale of one hundred people was completely filled, they would push forward the town plan with the whole team. Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

After a great deal of tossing about, the sky had completely darkened.

Several bonfires were lit in the base, and after dinner, the women went back to rest, while the men began taking turns keeping watch.

Ling Feng stood at the edge of the bridgehead, overlooking the pitch-black river below and the wilderness highway stretching into the distance.

The wind blew past, and the air among the mountain forests was still exceptionally fresh.

The night wind blew over from the river surface, feeling chilly against the face.

Ling Feng withdrew his gaze from below and turned around. Not far behind him in the open space, several bonfires were burning vigorously.

The gear inside the weapon bag left by Rick had already been unpacked and distributed.

Good things had to be prioritized for his own people.

Sang-hwa and Yongguk each received a long gun, and Merle even got his wish for an assault rifle with a scope. Cradling the gun as if he couldn't bear to let it go, he gestured at the air over there several times.

Aside from their core combatants, among the original local survivors in the base, Ling Feng only gave Kara's family a few pistols for self-defense.

The remaining shotguns, pistols, and scattered boxes of ammunition were all dumped by him into the locomotive on the other side of the train.

This locomotive was near the tunnel entrance, making it convenient to store and retrieve, and there was no fear of anyone tampering with it.

Ling Feng waved at the bonfire nearby.

Guillermo immediately dropped the dried meat in his hand and trotted over.

"Boss, any orders?"

"Go arrange two of your sharper subordinates to stand guard at the tail of the train." Ling Feng pointed toward the tunnel entrance, "Keep a close eye on that locomotive acting as the armory, and by the way, keep your eyes glued to any movement in the tunnel for me. Signal immediately if there is any situation."

Guillermo didn't hesitate at all; he turned around and hauled up two young men who were drinking water.

Those two subordinates had just witnessed Sang-hwachoking Merle with one hand during the day, and now they were in great awe of the base's management. Without another word, they grabbed iron rods and ran toward the tunnel entrance.

Ling Feng patted the dust off his hands and walked over to the largest bonfire.

"Sang-hwa, Yongguk, Merle, as well as Maggie and Sister Bing, you guys come over for a moment."

The few people whose names were called quickly gathered around.

Merle was using a rag to wipe the gun barrel, and upon hearing the call, he quickly slung the gun behind his back, afraid that Sang-hwa would come looking for trouble with him again.

Ling Feng pulled over a plastic box and sat down.

"Tomorrow at dawn, we're going out to scavenge for supplies."

Hearing this, Merle's eyes immediately lit up.

"Boss, we're finally going out to stretch our muscles! Staying on this lousy bridge is safe, but staying idle makes my bones ache!"

Sang-hwa glanced at him sideways.

Merle immediately shut his mouth, moved half a step to the side, and behaved himself.

"Going out this time isn't to let you guys satisfy your craving for fighting." Ling Feng looked at these core personnel, his tone calm, "I will lead the team personally and take you guys out for some practical combat drills, mainly to let you familiarize yourselves with the scavenging procedures and coordination under such circumstances."

Ling Feng pointed at Sang-hwa and Guillermo.

"As there are more and more people in the base in the future, it's impossible for me to follow every time we go out."

"Once you guys are trained well, you can split into two or three squads yourselves in the future and head out separately to scavenge, improving efficiency."

Guillermo excitedly clenched his fists; this showed that the Boss was cultivating them heavily, and as long as they did well, their status in the base would definitely be secure in the future.

"No problem, Boss, we guarantee we won't hold you back!"

Li Bingbing pulled the zipper of her windbreaker and neatly coiled her long hair behind her head, looking extremely capable.

"Which direction are we going tomorrow? Is there a specific target?"

Ling Feng nodded and raised his hand to point at the roaring fuel generator at the edge of the base.

"Hear this commotion?"

Several people nodded simultaneously.

"It's too noisy, and it consumes too much fuel." Ling Fengfrowned, "The fuel in our hands has to be saved for vehicle emergencies; we can't waste it all on the generator. Besides, this sound travels too far at night, making it very easy to attract wandering monsters around us."

Maggie reacted extremely quickly.

"You mean we should grab some new power generation equipment tomorrow along the way?"

"Right." Ling Feng glanced at Maggie, his eyes full of appreciation, "Right under this bridge is a rapidly flowing river channel, and both sides are also wind gaps. Tomorrow, we'll mainly look for solar panels and wind turbines, and even small hydroelectric generators will do."

"We need to solve the electricity problem while there are few people. When we move to the town base in the future, these devices will still come in handy."

The crowd nodded in agreement one after another.

In the apocalypse, without electricity to provide lighting and vigilance at night, people were simply blind, and the long nights were truly too hard to endure.

Chapter 65: The Tyrant's Moniker Is So Cool!

After giving these instructions, Ling Feng turned his head and looked around, calling T-Boy over, who was bragging to Lee Ji-eun.

"Boss." T-Boy ran over looking a bit out of breath.

"Tomorrow after we leave, I'll leave the camp in your care." Ling Feng stood up and patted his solid shoulder. "If you encounter stragglers running over, take a few people to deal with them. If you discover a large horde of corpses or trouble you can't handle, don't force it. Directly lead the people to retreat upward to the high train carriages on the elevated railway, and wait for us to return."

T-Boy straightened his back.

"Rest assured, Boss, I'll watch the camp well!"

With everything arranged properly, Ling Feng waved his hand, telling everyone to go back and rest to save their energy in preparation for tomorrow's operation.

Maggie didn't rush to leave, instead pulling out a long-handled machete from the nearby pile of debris.

She weighed it in her hand and swung it twice at the air.

The blade cut through the air, making a whirring sound.

Li Bingbing walked over to glance at her, drew a military dagger from her thigh, and held it with a backhand grip.

"If you use a knife, cutting the neck is the fastest, but it's very easy to get stuck in the bone crevices and unable to be pulled out." Li Bingbing offered practical advice. "Tomorrow when you encounter stragglers, first use this kind of short knife to stab the eyes or the underside of the jaw straight to the brain, and pulling it out will also save effort."

Maggie listened humbly, put down the long knife, and turned to pick a sharpened solid steel pipe.

Because of tomorrow's actual combat, the two women unexpectedly found common language, gathering near the campfire to exchange force-exertion techniques.

Seeing this in his eyes, Ling Feng felt a lot more at ease.

He didn't care how these few women usually bickered and vied for favor; as long as they could twist into a single rope on serious matters, this camp wouldn't fall apart.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking.

A layer of thick light fog was still drifting over the river surface, and visibility was low.

Ling Feng got up early, washed his face with cold water, and walked up to the modified off-road vehicle.

Sister Bing and Maggie had already changed into form-fitting combat gear convenient for movement. Both had holsters strapped to their thighs and held close-combat weapons in their hands, exuding a neat and crisp vibe overall.

Sang-hwa and Yongguk were inspecting the tires and throwing a few spare fuel drums into the trunk.

Merle had a cigarette in his mouth, carrying spare ammunition onto the truck together with Guillermo.

"Are everyone here?" Ling Feng pulled open the car door.

"All here, Boss, we can set off at any time!" Merle spat the cigarette butt onto the ground and extinguished it with the tip of his foot.

Ling Feng nodded and raised his hand to point at the heavy truck.

"Go move all the mineral water inside the water truck down, and then drive those two fire engines, let's go!"

"Got it, Boss!" Merle slapped his thigh fiercely, turned around, and blew a piercing whistle at Guillermo. "Did you hear that, boys? Be snappy! Unload all the water, don't drag your feet!"

Guillermo waved his hand and swarmed forward with five lackeys, surrounding the truck to carry the water down barrel by barrel.

Merle himself wasn't idle either, turning to tinker with the two red fire engines parked at the edge of the open space, pulling open the door to climb into the driver's cab, grinning while touching the steering wheel.

Ling Feng turned around, his gaze falling on the other side of the bridgehead.

A dozen or so original residents of the camp were standing there, peeking over this way, wanting to approach but not daring to get too close.

Ling Feng waved at them.

The crowd hesitated for a moment, then slowly moved over.

"Hiding in the carriages every day is useless." Ling Fengspoke straightforwardly. "Sooner or later you all must participate, and getting in touch with the outside environment early on is the best."

The crowd fell silent.

No one spoke, everyone looked at each other, and some lowered their heads.

Ever since the outbreak of the apocalyptic era, they had been kept like livestock or fled everywhere, holding a natural fear of the wasteland outside where monsters wandered.

"We'll go!"

A crisp voice broke the silence.

Kara squeezed out from behind the crowd, followed by her older brother and father.

This family had just been rescued not long ago, but their guts were actually bigger than the others.

Kara's father patted his son's shoulder, and the father and son strode in front of Ling Feng.

With someone taking the lead, there was finally movement in the crowd.

Seven or eight robust men who had always been responsible for doing physical labor gritted their teeth and also stepped out following suit.

The remaining ones were either women or half-grown children, or elders too old; they were indeed not suited to go out for adventures in the first echelon.

Ling Feng nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good! At the very least you aren't afraid of death." He swept his gaze across the faces of these dozen or so people. "Going out isn't that scary. As long as you listen to commands, there's no problem, and I'll try my best to ensure your safety."

Hearing these words, the people who stood out collectively breathed a sigh of relief. With a formidable man like Ling Feng leading the team, the survival rate would definitely skyrocket directly.

"Tyrant Lord!" Kara excitedly raised her hand, shouting out with a face full of joy, "We'll be obedient, please rest assured!"

As soon as these four words came out, Merle's hand beside her trembled violently, almost pressing the horn of the fire engine.

Guillermo stopped in place carrying a barrel of water, turning his head to look at Ling Feng.

Maggie had just tied the long-handled machete onto her back, and hearing this commotion, her movements also stopped.

"Tyrant?" Merle stuck half his body out of the car window, smacking his lips. "Boss, you still have this title?"

Guillermo handed the water bucket to the lackey beside him and nodded repeatedly. "This nickname is so cool!"

In the world of the walking dead, the most ruthless nicknames they had ever heard were at most self-proclaimed titles of punky gang leaders; how could any be as overwhelmingly domineering as "Tyrant"?

Kara proudly lifted her chin and explained to Merle, "Boss Ling used to be the four-time consecutive unrestricted fighting champion of the UFC, and his dominance in the ring was absolute, which is why everyone calls him the Tyrant!"

Maggie leaned against the carriage, sizing up Ling Fengfrom top to bottom.

Maggie suddenly felt that following such a man to carve out a bloody path in this unfamiliar world would definitely be a very thrilling matter.

"Alright, stop flattering here." Ling Feng waved his hand, stopping Kara from continuing to popularize his glorious battle record. "Get in the car, get ready to set off."

The two red heavy fire engines emitted a deafening roar.

This type of vehicle was huge in size, extremely high in chassis, and had thick anti-collision steel plates on the front end, making it absolute crushing-level path-clearing weaponry on the apocalyptic highway.

Ling Feng took the lead and got into the front passenger seat of the first fire engine. Maggie and Li Bingbingfollowed closely behind, squeezing into the spacious cabin in the back row. Sang-hwa was responsible for driving.

Merle snatched the steering wheel of the second fire engine, and Guillermo brought the young and strong aboriginal residents all onto his car.

"Set off." Ling Feng picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the talk button.

This time, Ling Feng didn't lead them toward the small town on the other side of the tunnel—that is, the small town where Kara and the others lived—but instead advanced toward the tracks on the other side of the forest to go to another small town.

If possible, what Ling Feng actually wanted to go to was inside the city. Unfortunately, Sang-hwa, Merle, and others were indeed very strong, but the others weren't; what Ling Feng needed was a squad capable of going out to execute missions in a team mode.

Once everyone wouldn't panic in the face of zombies, and once the population reached 100, they would go to station themselves at Kara and the others' small town!

Chapter 66: The punks messed with the wrong people!

A buzzing static sound came from the walkie-talkie, breaking the silence inside the carriage.

"Boss, that town is just ahead on the right. Should we park the car outside and sneak in?" Merle pressed the talk button and asked at the top of his lungs.

Ling Feng stared at the gray cluster of buildings outside the windshield and picked up the walkie-talkie beside him.

"No need to stop." Ling Feng spoke quickly, "Merle, keep close to us and step straight on the gas to drive right in."

"That's fantastic! I've been wanting to test this big guy's temper for a long time."

Sang-hwa slammed the steering wheel with both hands, and the red heavy-duty fire engine let out a low roar.

The thick crash-proof steel plate acted like a fierce beast, directly shoving aside several abandoned cars blocking the middle of the road.

The screeching sound of metal friction resounded across the highway, and the roadblocks were forcibly pushed to both sides.

The convoy drove straight along the damaged asphalt road, entering swaggeringly.

Entering the main road of the town, the condition here was extremely tragic, making one's scalp tingle.

There was hardly any clean spot to step on the road, crooked corpses were piled up along the curbs, and blackened blood stains even formed a hard crust on the ground.

The shops on both sides were spared by none, their rolling shutters were brutally torn apart by crowbars, shelves collapsed and smashed glass shop windows, and commodity packaging boxes all over the floor were mixed with broken glass.

This was clearly the scene of looting caused by the crowd completely losing control in the early days of the catastrophe outbreak.

Ling Feng lowered the car window slightly, and the thick stench of rot and burnt smell instantly poured in.

"Everyone be careful." Ling Feng turned his head to look at the back row, "If there are still living people in a place like this who can breathe and hold on until now, they are definitely ten times harder to deal with than the biting zombies outside."

Li Bingbing pulled out a military dagger and held it with a backhand grip.

Maggie gripped the pointed steel pipe in her hand tightly, her knuckles turning somewhat pale. This was the first time she had faced such a purgatory-like scene directly.

"Understood." Sang-hwa responded in a deep voice, lowering the vehicle speed as the engine emitted a smooth roar.

Several zombies along the street were attracted by the sound, and just as they roared and pounced toward the front of the car, they were directly run over by the multi-ton fire engine.

The car body bumped slightly, leaving no obstacles behind.

Ling Feng's sharp gaze swept across the pitch-black shop fronts on both sides.

Moving forward for about several hundred meters, a storefront hanging a sign reading "Community Grain and Oil Rice Exclusive Supply" broke into view.

The shop's rolling shutter was smashed and collapsed by half, but the space inside looked deep and hadn't been completely ransacked.

Staple foods like rice and flour were absolute hard currency in the apocalypse.

"Sang-hwa, stop on the right."

The vehicle slowly braked to a stop, and the air brakes made an exhaust sound.

Ling Feng grabbed the walkie-talkie and issued instructions: "That rice shop, stop the car. Everyone get ready to work. Merle, Yongguk, the two of you get off with guns and be responsible for perimeter security!"

"Guillermo, take your men into the shop to move rice. Move as much as you can, and make it quick!"

"Received!" A response immediately came from the vehicle behind.

Pushing open the car door, Ling Feng jumped out of the car first. Stepping on the broken glass with the soles of his feet produced a crisp crunch.

He didn't rush to walk toward the rice shop, but stopped at the front of the car, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

The Spider-Sense immediately radiated outward, and any subtle movement within a radius of one hundred meters was infinitely magnified.

The friction sound of wind blowing across the iron billboard, the sound of water droplets in the sewer, and the sound of zombies dragging their steps in a distant unknown corner.

He was filtering out these noises, specifically feeling for any hostile breathing or heartbeats, and ruling out all dangers that might be hiding in the dark ready to fire covertly.

Merle jumped down from the vehicle behind with extremely nimble movements.

He held the assault rifle, his body pressed tightly against the rear wheel of the fire engine, and his muzzle scanned back and forth in a fan shape across the second-floor windowsill and roof opposite.

"Boys, don't dawdle, get moving!" Merle urged without turning his head.

Guillermo led five subordinates, carrying baseball bats and machetes, and crawled directly underneath the half-collapsed rolling shutter.

In just a few seconds, a few muffled smashing sounds came from inside the shop, mixed with the short roars of zombies.

The commotion quickly returned to peace.

"Boss!" Guillermo poked his head out of the rolling shutter, "The front is empty, three wandering ones have already had their heads split open by us, and there is a separate warehouse inside that is locked."

"Smash it open." Ling Feng answered very straightforwardly.

"Alrighty! You few, take the sledgehammer and smash the keyhole to death!"

A muffled metal crashing sound immediately echoed in the shop.

Li Bingbing and Maggie also got down from the back seat, guarding the sides of the fire engine, one on the left and one on the right.

"This town is too big, so the density of zombies is actually not that concentrated." Maggie scanned the dilapidated streets around her, her hand holding the steel pipe ready to exert force at any time.

"Don't let down your guard; the sound of moving things will attract surrounding monsters." Li Bingbing reminded her.

Ling Feng leaned against the car door with his arms crossed, but his nerves didn't relax for a single moment.

The rolling shutter of the rice shop was lifted open once more.

Guillermo ran out carrying a fifty-jin bag of white rice and threw it directly onto the truck bed of the fire engine.

"Boss, there is plenty of goods in the warehouse, estimated to be over a hundred bags of rice, plus some unopened rapeseed oil. We've hit the jackpot this time!"

"Move everything out, don't leave a single grain of rice." Ling Feng instructed.

The young and strong aboriginal people who followed stepped forward one after another to join the moving ranks.

Many hands make light work; white rice bags were thrown one by one onto the spacious roof of the fire engine like an assembly line.

Time passed minute by minute, and the loading speed was very fast.

Suddenly, that string in Ling Feng's mind violently twitched.

The Spider-Sense issued an extremely strong stinging early warning.

This signal was definitely not aimed at brainless zombies, but came from malice directed at living people!

Intermingled with the moving sounds, he heard the extremely subtle metallic clashing sound of a bolt being pulled.

"Merle! Three o'clock on the left!" Ling Feng shouted sternly.

Merle reacted extremely quickly, ignoring whatever was on the opposite side, and swung his gun barrel instantly toward the position reported by Ling Feng.

That was a second floor with heavy curtains drawn diagonally across the street.

"Bang!"

The crisp gunshot tore through the peace of the town.

A bullet brushed past the shoulder of one of Guillermo's underlings and struck the red-painted steel plate of the fire engine directly, splashing a dazzling cluster of sparks.

"Enemy attack! Everyone fucking find cover!" Merle roared, pulling the trigger of the assault rifle in his hand all the way down, frantically pouring firepower toward that window.

"Da-da-da-da-da!"

The dense rain of bullets swept the internet cafe's second-floor window to pieces, and glass fragments and chunks of concrete fell down with a clatter.

The young men moving the rice were frightened into dropping their rice bags, diving to the ground or rolling under the cars one after another.

Sang-hwa grabbed Li Bingbing and Maggie, pulling them into the blind spot at the rear of the vehicle.

"Hide well!" Sang-hwa pulled out his long spear, half-squatting against the side of the tire with a bullet chambered.

Not only did Ling Feng not hide, but instead exerted force with his feet.

The terrifying speed erupted by his entire person in an instant almost pulled out an afterimage in the air.

Over the street of more than one hundred meters, he didn't use spider silk, relying purely on the terrifying explosive power of his legs to charge directly across.

"Don't stop firing! Suppress them!" Ling Feng's voice still clearly penetrated through the gunfire and explosions.

Merle grinned hideously as he changed into a new magazine: "Punks, you messed with the wrong people!"

Chapter 67 Headshot with Every Shot

Merle grinned maliciously as he loaded a new magazine, saying, "You punks messed with the wrong person!"

Before his voice even faded, this old scoundrel got hot-headed, adrenaline rushing straight to his brain, and abandoning all cover, he charged out from the side of the fire truck with his assault rifle raised.

That crazy, reckless driving force completely took over, sweeping bullets like they were free toward the opposite second floor, with no intention of leaving himself a way out.

"This bastard!" Guillermo cursed loudly from under the car as he watched.

Sang-hwa tightly grabbed Li Bingbing from behind, who wanted to raise her gun and follow.

Ling Feng's brows tightly furrowed.

Originally, coming out this time was just to test the team's practical combat coordination, letting this group practice their courage and tactical positioning, who would have thought that fool Merle would completely lose his head the moment he saw blood.

This completely deviated from the tactical plan.

Wanting to open his mouth to stop it was simply too late; the fire point on the opposite second floor had already turned its muzzle, and bullets hit the asphalt road at Merle's feet, sending gravel flying.

Ling Feng put away the mindset of watching a show; if this jerk was really riddled with holes like a hornet's nest on his first day out on a mission, it would be a huge loss.

His neural response and visual capture abilities instantly maxed out.

In Ling Feng's eyes, the entire world seemed to be pressed with a slow-motion button, and under the visual effect of 320 frames per second, the trajectory of the bullets dragging fire in mid-air was clearly visible.

Ling Feng slid out of cover, drew his pistol, aimed sideways, and his movements were smooth as flowing water, without any unnecessary pauses.

Raising his hand.

"Bang!"

Behind the curtains on the second floor, that enemy holding a semi-automatic rifle who had just poked out a little less than half his head suddenly threw his head back, a mist of blood directly exploded in the glass shards, and the corpse rolled over the windowsill and fell into the room.

Amidst his wild run, Merle only heard a gunshot coming from above, watching helplessly as the gunman who almost took his life was headshot.

"Hahaha! Boss is awesome!" Merle's eyes turned red with excitement, not only not finding cover, but running faster and faster, directly pushing against the remaining firepower suppression from upstairs, and rushing across the center line of the street in one breath.

That group upstairs was obviously panicked.

"Suppress him! Don't let him come over!"

Another gunman hiding behind the external air conditioning unit had just stretched out his gun barrel, his finger not yet pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"

Another extremely penetrating gunshot sounded.

The bullet accurately pierced the rusted iron shell, drilling into that person's glabella.

"Bang!"

The third gunshot followed closely behind, and the enemy hiding behind the wooden sign fell straight down from the second floor, smashing onto the hood of an abandoned car below, dying without even uttering a single groan.

The gun in Ling Feng's hand seemed to have turned into the Grim Reaper's scythe, with no fancy movements: raising the gun, pulling the trigger, emptying the bullets, changing the magazine.

With every gunshot, a mist of blood was bound to burst open on the second floor.

The firepower network originally suppressing around the fire truck was forcefully silenced by Ling Feng single-handedly.

The second floor of the building was a chaotic mess.

"Boss! The opponent's marksmanship is weird, if this goes on we're all going to die here!"

A lackey with a face full of ash crawled and scrambled to shrink into the corner, his voice full of fear of death.

Lying nearby were four or five corpses, all of whose skulls were blown open by a single shot, red and white fluids flowing all over the floor, exuding a pungent, bloody smell.

The man called boss was bald, with an obvious scar on his left cheek.

The bald man tightly gripped a shotgun in his hand, his back pressed closely against the wall, trembling all over like a sifting sieve.

What kind of monster is this?

They had entrenched themselves in this town for more than a month, relying on this main road to ambush and rob many survivors' supplies, when had it ever not been an easy catch.

Today was great, thinking a few fat sheep had arrived, they instead ran into a tough character. The opponent's marksmanship was simply demonic to the extreme; as long as one dared to poke their head half an inch out of the window sill, they were guaranteed to lose their life!

The bald man took two deep breaths and shouted in a suppressed voice: "All of you shrink back! Wait until they get closer and throw Molotov cocktails together!"

Downstairs.

Merle had already kicked open the glass door on the first floor of the building, glass shattering all over the floor.

"I'm here! If you have the guts, come down and duel!" Merleclamored downstairs, aiming his gun at the stairs and firing a blind sweep.

Ling Feng on the perimeter emptied two magazines and saw that the second floor had completely quieted down.

"Sang-hwa, take Guillermo to flank the back door, don't let a single one escape!" Ling Feng put away his pistol and casually took a long rifle off his back.

"Understood!" Sang-hwa darted out from behind the fire truck, waved his hand, and led Guillermo and a few others around from the side alley.

Maggie and Li Bingbing also followed closely with their weapons raised.

"Boss, are we going up?" Maggie stared at the pitch-black windows of the second floor, her palms full of sweat.

"You guys guard the first floor exit, Sister Bing is responsible for the left, Maggie is responsible for the right." Ling Feng instructed without turning his head, "Leave the people inside to me."

After speaking, Ling Feng's feet suddenly erupted with a terrifying force.

Only a muffled vibration was heard from the ground, and the asphalt road surface was even stepped out with a shallow crack.

Ling Feng rushed out like a cannonball, arriving downstairs in just a few bounds. Without even taking the stairs, he directly stepped on the first floor's security window guards and leaped with the leverage.

The bald man was just preparing to poke his head out to throw a Molotov cocktail downwards, when he only felt his vision go dark.

"Clatter!"

The already dilapidated second-floor window along with its wooden frame was kicked to pieces with one kick.

Ling Feng steadily landed in the center of the second-floor hall, locking onto those few living people in the corner.

"Shoot! Shoot quickly!"

The bald man was scared out of his wits, raising the shotgun in his hand to pull the trigger.

Ling Feng didn't even take an extra look, raising his hand and firing a shot.

"Crack!"

The bullet accurately hit the bald man's right wrist, the wrist instantly twisted and deformed, and the shotgun dropped to the ground and misfired, blowing a large hole in the ceiling.

The bald man clutched his severed wrist and let out a shrill scream, kneeling on the ground and rolling around.

The remaining three lackeys hiding behind the sofa completely collapsed, throwing the pieces of junk in their hands onto the ground, raising their hands high.

"Don't kill us! We surrender! We surrender!"

The building hall was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, mixed with the stench of blood, which was sickening.

Ling Feng slowly walked in front of the bald man, stepping on his chest with one foot, stepping so hard that the bald man's screams abruptly stopped, and he could only open his mouth to pant heavily.

"Merle." Ling Feng shouted toward the stairwell.

Thud, thud, thud.

Merle ran up holding his gun, looking at the corpses all over the floor and the few kneeling captives, grinning.

"Boss, your speed is way too fast, I've only climbed half the stairs and you've finished all the work."

Ling Feng ignored Merle's flattery and looked down at the bald man.

"Now, I ask, you answer, one more word of nonsense, and I'll make your head just like theirs." Ling Feng pointed at the corpses nearby.

The bald man nodded desperately, tears and snot streaming all over his face, completely lacking the ferocity from the ambush earlier.

"What kind of people are you? How long have you been guarding here?"

"I... We are just survivors nearby." The bald man stuttered in reply, "The town was occupied by zombies, we had nowhere to find food, so we guarded here for people passing by..."

"Still dare to lie?" Ling Feng exerted a little force with his foot, and the bald man immediately burst out with a pig-slaughtering howl, his ribs making creaking sounds under unbearable weight.

"I didn't lie! I really didn't lie!"

Just at this moment, Sang-hwa, who had flanked the back door, walked up the stairs, carrying a man who had been beaten black and blue in his hand.

Chapter 68: Not Going to Live in the Prison, But We Want All the Supplies!

"Boss, we caught someone trying to run away at the back door, and his mouth is quite stubborn." Sang-hwa heavily threw the person down next to the bald man.

The man raised his head and glanced at the bald man, his face full of panic.

Ling Feng sneered. Just now outside, he had used his Spider-Sense to pick up the breathing sounds of more than a dozen people here. This gang was definitely not as simple as ordinary marauders.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to talk; there are plenty of people willing to talk." Ling Feng moved his foot away, pressing the muzzle of his gun against the head of one of the bald man's lackeys beside him.

"You tell me. Tell the truth, and I'll spare your life."

The lackey glanced at the bald man, gritted his teeth, and spoke at a rapid pace.

"We were sent by someone! We were originally prisoners from the large prison ahead!"

Hearing the word "prison", Ling Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

A large prison? Could it be the one from the original plot?

"Keep talking."

"After the catastrophe broke out, the prison fell into chaos. A guy named Thomas gathered a group of people, killed all the remaining guards, and occupied several cell blocks." In order to survive, the lackey spilled everything he knew.

"As there were more and more people in the prison, Thomas sent us outer people out to look for supplies. We grab things and bring them back in exchange for water and a place to live. If we go back empty-handed, we get thrown out to feed the zombies."

The bald man cursed angrily from the side: "You ungrateful scum! Boss Thomas won't let you off!"

"Bang!"

With a backhanded shot, Ling Feng directly blew the bald man's brains out.

The hall fell into a dead silence once again. The lackey was so frightened that he peed his pants, lying on the ground and trembling uncontrollably.

Merle walked over, kicked the bald man's corpse, and curled his lips.

"Boss, it looks like this place isn't very peaceful either. We just came out and ran into some prison gang. Should we follow the clues and wipe out that prison directly? There must be quite a lot of supplies in there."

Ling Feng put away his gun and quickly reviewed the information from the original show in his head. The location of the prison was definitely an excellent sanctuary with high walls and wire fences. As long as it was cleared out, it would be more than enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

Before, he had wanted to go to Kara's town. Now it seemed that if there was a ready-made prison, wouldn't that be even better?

However, that Thomas inside was probably going to be a hassle.

"No rush." Ling Feng turned around and walked toward the stairwell. "First, load all the rice and flour downstairs into the truck. Our primary task right now is to bring everyone back alive."

Just as he reached the stairwell, Ling Feng's steps came to an abrupt halt, and his muscles tensed instantly.

His Spider-Sense went wild with alarms, and that intense stinging sensation was ten times more violent than when he had encountered the ambush just now!

This wasn't the aura of living people, but an extremely massive, frenzied commotion.

Maggie's anxious shout came from downstairs, sounding extremely sharp through the walkie-talkie.

"Ling! Sang-hwa! Hurry down! Both ends of the street are full of zombies! At least several thousand of them! We're surrounded!"

Merle's expression changed drastically. He ran to the window and looked outside, his calves turning weak.

The commotion from the gunfight here just now had been too loud. The hordes of zombies wandering from all directions of the town had actually all been attracted over. Like a black tide, they had already blocked both ends of the street tightly!

Outside the second-floor windows, swarms of zombies surged along the street, their roars intertwining and shaking the shattered glass shards down with a clatter.

A pitch-black mass of them.

This array made Guillermo's subordinates turn pale, and even their hands holding baseball bats were trembling.

Ling Feng threw the empty magazine in his hand onto the ground and turned to look at Merle.

"Merle, keep an eye on them. The rest of you, fire at will and practice your marksmanship by the way. I'll guard the downstairs entrance!"

Merle agreed loudly: "Got it! Leave it to me! I'd like to see which blind idiot dares to run around; I'll break his legs first!"

Li Bingbing grabbed Ling Feng's arm. She poked her head out to look at the overflowing zombie horde downstairs, and said tenderly and worriedly: "Be safe."

Ling Feng smiled: "Rest assured, it's not like you don't know who I am."

He leaned over and kissed her, then turned around and walked straight toward the stairs, taking huge strides without even looking back.

Maggie had just changed a magazine and only had time to catch a glimpse of Ling Feng's back as he went downstairs.

"He's going to block the door all by himself?" Maggieexclaimed.

Li Bingbing raised her gun and walked to the window: "Never mind him. Pay attention to aiming at the zombies' heads, and take this opportunity to practice your accuracy well as he said."

First floor.

The glass double doors of the hall had long been shattered to just a frame, and the anti-theft rolling shutter outside had also been half-wrecked by Guillermo and the others when they entered.

The few zombies running at the very front had already reached their hands into the shop, squeezing forward with bloody mouths wide open.

Ling Feng stopped at a position five meters away from the door.

He raised both hands, aiming his wrists at the door.

Two thick white cobwebs instantly shot out.

The webs quickly crossed and pulled each other in mid-air, sticking firmly to the walls and door frames on both sides.

He waved his hands continuously, with the webs shooting endlessly, weaving horizontally and vertically.

In less than ten seconds, the entire dilapidated entrance was completely sealed off by a thick, airtight spiderweb.

Bang! Bang!

The front-row zombies crashed into the web, and the huge rebound force directly bounced them back, incidentally knocking over a large swath behind them.

The webs were extremely tough. Being pushed by hundreds of zombies simultaneously, aside from deforming slightly and bulging inward, the bonded edges showed no signs of detachment at all.

Ling Feng glanced around and walked to the side of the half-collapsed load-bearing wall.

There was a row of exposed construction rebars there.

He reached out and grasped one of the rebars as thick as an index finger, exerting a little strength with his arm muscles.

Snap.

He forcefully yanked a two-meter-long piece of rebar out of the concrete block.

He weighed it in his hand; it was just the right weight and fit for use.

Ling Feng walked to the front of the web, looking at the grinning and baring zombies outside through the gaps in the mesh.

He raised his hand and thrust forward.

Splat!

The sharp rebar directly pierced through the eye socket of the foremost zombie, and the red and white viscous matter trickled down the rebar.

He pulled it out and thrust again.

The whole movement had no extra exertion of force, purely mechanical repetition.

Relying on his terrifying visual perception of 320 frames per second and his muscle synchronization rate far exceeding ordinary people, every strike accurately hit the most fatal brainstem position of the zombies.

Dense gunfire began to come from upstairs.

Merle was shouting over there, acting as a temporary instructor.

"Maggie! Don't close your eyes and pull the trigger! The recoil will raise your muzzle to the sky! Press down the stock! Steady your shoulders!"

"I didn't close my eyes!" Maggie retorted unhappily, immediately adjusted her stance, and with a bang, dropped a zombie trying to climb onto the roof of the fire truck.

Guillermo was also shouting: "Reload! Cover me!"

Sang-hwa's steady voice overpowered the gunfire: "Yongguk, save your bullets. Don't use full-auto spray, switch them all to single-shot bursts, and hit the head before firing."

Listening to the bustling commotion above, Ling Fengthrust the rebar in and out even faster in his hand.

Zombie after zombie collapsed limply outside the door.

The zombies swarming up from behind stepped on their companions' corpses and continued to squeeze against the web.

Ling Feng's hand movements didn't stop, and his mind began to ponder what the bald man had confessed just now.

A large prison.

Chapter 69 Solo the Prison!

That prison was definitely a heavily defended natural fortress.

All four sides were surrounded by towering barbed wire and thick concrete walls, with watchtowers and quarantine zones on the outer perimeter.

Should he drag all dozens of people from the overpass to the prison to set up camp?

Ling Feng hesitated for less than two seconds before completely cutting off that thought.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Live in a prison?"

Although it was safe there, those were truly, genuinely prison cells!

Gloomy concrete walls, narrow iron-barred doors, hallways that never saw the sunlight year-round, and even the ventilation system carried an unshakeable damp, moldy stench.

He wasn't the kind of person who could endure that sort of hardship, usually holding high standards for his quality of life.

Now that he had a group of women with him, he intended to let Lee Ji-eun, Maggie, Li Bingbing, and Amy live stable and comfortable lives in the future.

Go sleep on those hard, prison-style bunk iron beds?

Absolutely impossible.

That European-style town where Kara and the others were located had detached Western-style houses with courtyards, spacious large living rooms, and a moat that could block zombies.

As long as they spent a little time cleaning up the town and repairing the entrances and exits, living there would definitely be ten thousand times more comfortable than a prison.

He possessed the terrifying combat power to solo thousands of zombies, and under his command were capable generals like Sang-hwa and Merle. He had the complete strength to hold the town and had no need to wrong himself by serving time in a big prison.

However, while they didn't have to live in the prison, they couldn't leave behind the supplies.

Inside was America's standard riot gear armory.

Stab-resistant suits, riot shields, tear gas, a large amount of Remington shotgun and assault rifle ammunition, and even fully stocked medical equipment and whole boxes of antibiotics.

These supplies were priceless treasures in the apocalypse, and even more so the confidence needed to build a new base.

That gang just now had taken cheap shots and almost hurt his own people; this score couldn't just be settled like that. Since Thomas dared to send people out to waylay them, he had to pay a price.

He might as well personally lead his men to wipe out Thomas's lair and conveniently pack up all the supplies to ship back to the town.

Having figured this out, Ling Feng's movements underneath his hands became a bit heavier.

"Squish!"

This time, the steel bar exerted direct force to pierce through the heads of two zombies, stringing them together one after the other.

Time passed minute by minute.

The roaring outside not only didn't weaken, but instead became even more frantic due to the thick smell of blood.

However, the zombie corpses outside the wire mesh had already piled up into a small mountain.

The mountain of corpses piled higher and higher, forcefully blocking off more than half the space outside the door.

The zombies in the back were blocked by the corpses and couldn't touch the wire mesh at all, able only to wave their arms and grab wildly at the outer perimeter in futility.

There was no need to keep stabbing.

Ling Feng casually threw away the steel bar stained with foul blood, wiped his hands on a rag by the door, and turned to walk toward the stairs.

In the second-floor lobby, the gunfire had also thinned out.

Guillermo and his few underlings were so tired that they collapsed straight onto the floor, panting heavily.

Merle leaned against the window, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Boss, you're up? How's the situation outside?" Merleturned his head to see Ling Feng, quickly slung his gun over his back, and went to meet him.

"The door is completely blocked off; they can't get in." Ling Feng waved his hand.

Maggie rubbed her sore right shoulder, walked over, and let out a long breath.

"More than half of the bullets are used up, but the accuracy has definitely gone up." Maggie glanced at the corpses littering the street downstairs, then turned her head and smiled at Ling Feng.

Li Bingbing walked up to Ling Feng, looked him up and down, and confirmed that there wasn't a single speck of blood on his body before completely setting her mind at ease.

"What do we do next? Zombies have completely blocked the street, and the two fire engines we brought are also surrounded tightly by them; we can't drive the cars away." Sang-hwa walked over carrying his gun, his brows knitted tightly together.

Indeed, the outside was full of monsters. Forcibly breaking through was not only dangerous but also unnecessary.

"Pay no attention to the zombies outside. Once they lose moving targets, they'll naturally disperse after an hour or so." Ling Feng walked to the corner of the lobby.

That underling whom Sang-hwa had dragged back from the back door was cowering in the corner of the wall, trembling all over.

Ling Feng squatted down and looked directly at the other person.

"I said earlier I'd spare your life, as long as you honestly answer my questions." Ling Feng extended a finger and pointed toward the outside. "You mentioned a prison just now. Exactly how many people does that guy named Thomas have, and what is the firepower distribution like?"

The underling swallowed hard and nodded repeatedly.

"That bastard Thomas has over thirty people under him, almost all of them hardened criminals."

The underling spoke at an extremely fast pace, terrified that if he spoke too slowly he'd lose his life.

"They occupied the C-block cells, which is the place for sleeping and lodging. All the weapons are in the A-block armory. They smashed open the door back then and got a lot of Remingtons and riot guns; their ammunition is very plentiful."

"What about food?" Ling Feng pressed on.

"It's in the cafeteria's underground cold storage. Inside, there are massive amounts of reserved food and long-shelf-life provisions, enough for them to eat their fill for several months!" The underling spoke more and more fluently. "They even repaired the backup generator; at night they can even have electricity to watch TV and videotapes."

Merle stood nearby listening and rubbed his hands together straight away, his eyes glowing.

"Boss! Did you hear that? Armory! Reserved food! Generator!" Merle was so excited he jumped up and down. "We've struck it rich! If we don't go rob them, it'd practically be an injustice to the heavens!"

Ling Feng stood up, glanced at the extremely excited Merle, and then looked at Sang-hwa and Guillermo nearby who were likewise eager to try.

He patted the dust off his clothes.

"How far is the prison from here? Exactly how do we get there?" Ling Feng turned his head to look at the underling, directly asking for the most crucial information.

"Drive along the highway in the direction out of the town for about 100 kilometers; you'll arrive once you see a fork in the road." The underling lay flat on the ground, not even daring to raise his head, his voice shaking violently. "Once you go into that fork in the road, there are mountains. The prison is hidden inside the mountains. Usually, Thomas and the others stay inside, and only send us outer-perimeter people out to run errands and find things."

"About 100 kilometers." Ling Feng estimated in his mind.

The distance really wasn't far.

Driving this kind of high-horsepower fire engine, factoring in the time to clear roadblocks, it would be at most a two-hour drive.

Beside them, Merle had long been unable to hold back, rubbing his hands back and forth on the stock of his assault rifle, his face full of excitement.

"Boss! What are we waiting for? Grab our gear and screw them over! Thirty-some people are nothing; with just our few guns charging in, we'll directly riddle that bastard Thomas with bullets, and the armory and cold storage will all be ours!"

Maggie ignored Merle's fanaticism, thumping her long-handled machete onto the ground as she turned her head to look at Ling Feng.

Li Bingbing stepped closer by two steps, her hand resting on the hilt of the dagger at her waist.

Everyone was waiting for Ling Feng to make a decision.

Ling Feng swept his gaze across these few people.

"I've decided." Ling Feng raised his hand and loosened his wrists. "I'm going to the prison by myself. You guys wait for me outside."]} affirmative```[instruction

Chapter 70: Prison!

"I've decided," Ling Feng said, raising his hand to loosen his wrist, "I'll go to the prison by myself. You guys wait for me outside."

As soon as those words were spoken, the room instantly fell silent for half a second.

Merle widened his eyes, his mouth wide open, and subconsciously picked his ear.

"Boss, you're not joking, are you? There are over thirty hardened criminals over there, and they have Remingtons and riot guns! You're going to wipe out their lair all by yourself?"

Maggie wore a look of utter disapproval as she stepped forward and grabbed Ling Feng's arm.

Li Bingbing was even more direct; her brows knitted together as she opened her mouth to object, "This is absolutely out of the question, it's too dang—"

"Stop," Ling Feng raised his hand, cutting off Li Bingbing's unfinished sentence.

He patted Li Bingbing on the shoulder and directly comforted her.

"Bullets don't pose much of a threat to me. I can easily take down that place by myself. Bringing too many people will only lead to accidents under crossfire, and I won't be able to look after everyone."

Bullets don't pose much of a threat?

Upon hearing this, Merle almost jumped in agitation, feeling that this newly acknowledged boss must have a burnt-out brain.

How could a mortal flesh-and-blood body not fear bullets?

Guillermo and a few of his underlings also looked at each other in dismay, thinking this matter was utterly ridiculous. Nobody would act like this—going alone to face over thirty guns—even if they were seeking death.

But bizarrely, upon hearing those words, Li Bingbing's tightly furrowed brows instantly smoothed out.

She seemed to remember something, let out a breath, took half a step back, and truly stopped talking.

Sang-hwa even slung his gun directly behind his back, and the slight tension on his face vanished completely.

Yongguk scratched his head and turned around to check the supplies on the ground.

This group's reaction completely baffled Merle.

What was going on? The sister-in-law and that terrifying big guy actually weren't trying to persuade him anymore? Weren't they afraid the boss would be riddled into a sieve?

Merle's mind was full of question marks, and he opened his mouth wanting to persuade him further.

Sang-hwa directly slapped Merle on the back of the head.

"If I told you to wait, then wait. Stop talking nonsense," Sang-hwa said in a muffled voice.

Holding his head and seeing that the sisters-in-law hadn't spoken up, Merle very sensibly swallowed the words at the tip of his tongue.

He was a seasoned veteran who knew how to read the wind; since this group who had followed Ling Feng longer wasn't anxious, what was he panicking about?

Ling Feng lowered his gaze to look at the captive underling on the ground who was trembling like a sieve.

"I'm tying you here. Whether you survive depends on your own fortune. If the intelligence you provided is fake, when I come back, I'll crush your bones inch by inch."

The underling kowtowed repeatedly, "I would never dare deceive you!"

Guillermo stepped forward and found a few electrical wires to tie the man up securely.

The first-floor entrance had been completely blocked by mountains of zombie corpses and spider webs, making it impossible to get out.

"Let's take the back door and circle back to the cars through the alley," Sang-hwa suggested.

The group quickly went downstairs via the stairs at the back of the building. A dozen or so zombies were wandering in the alley; Maggie and Li Bingbing took the initiative to step forward. Their long swords and daggers rose and fell swiftly, cleanly and neatly resolving all those zombies.

Returning to the fork in the main street, the two heavy red fire trucks were still parked there, loaded to the brim with rice.

"Sang-hwa, you drive the front one, and Merle will drive the second one," Ling Feng pulled open the door and sat directly in the passenger seat of the first truck.

The motorcade started up again.

Since the street ahead was packed with zombies, Sang-hwa directly shifted into reverse.

Weighing several tons, the fire truck let out a low roar, forcefully smashing through half a section of the side wall, crushing two abandoned cars, and squeezing its way out through a deserted side road.

Inside the vehicle, Maggie sat in the back row, wiping the machete in her hand until it was sparkling clean.

She leaned forward, resting on the back of the driver's seat.

"Ling, there are over thirty desperate criminals in there. If you sneak in alone and get caught by the searchlight, what will you do?" Maggie was still somewhat worried.

Ling Feng adjusted the rearview mirror.

"Rest assured and watch closely. Witness your man's strength."

Maggie was stunned.

Li Bingbing sitting beside her chuckled softly. She had seen Ling Feng take semi-automatic rifle and pistol fire head-on; bullets couldn't even scratch a layer of skin off him.

"Maggie, you haven't seen what he looks like when he truly acts yet. Later, we can just sit comfortably outside and watch the show."

The journey was a hundred kilometers long.

Because there were abandoned vehicles and piled-up garbage everywhere, the motorcade stopped and went, taking a solid hour and a half to drive.

The terrain outside began to rise, and the plains turned into hills. The trees on both sides grew increasingly dense, and the temperature in the air dropped noticeably.

"Boss, there's a fork ahead!" Merle's excited voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Ling Feng raised his head.

Sure enough, a concrete-paved ramp appeared on the right side of the road, extending all the way up along the hillside. On both sides of the road stood rust-covered warning signs, still bearing long-darkened, dried bloodstains.

"Park right here," Ling Feng picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered.

The two fire trucks pulled over against the mountain wall, using the tall surrounding tree canopies as cover, and turned off their engines.

Ling Feng pushed open the car door and jumped down, casually twisting his neck, causing his joints to pop crisply.

Merle carried his rifle and ran over from the rear vehicle, still making a final struggle.

"Boss, you really don't want the brothers to follow? My marksmanship is extremely accurate; providing cover for you is definitely not a problem!"

Sang-hwa walked over from the other side, his massive body directly blocking in front of Merle.

"You stay in the car and keep watch on the surroundings. No one is allowed to act without authorization."

Ling Feng didn't take any firearms, not even a tactical vest. He only wore a simple black short-sleeve shirt and tactical trousers.

He turned his head to look at Li Bingbing and Maggie.

"Pay attention to the safety around the motorcade. If a large-scale horde of zombies approaches, drive away directly. Don't worry about me, I'll catch up with you."

The two nodded in agreement.

Ling Feng turned around, stepped on the moss-covered concrete road surface, and walked alone toward the end of the fork.

The mountain road was winding.

After walking for less than ten minutes, the woods ahead gradually thinned out, and the view suddenly opened up.

An extremely vast complex of gray buildings loomed right in the center of the valley.

The outermost perimeter consisted of five-meter-high double-layered barbed wire fences densely wrapped in barbed wire loops. Four towering concrete watchtowers stood separately at the four corners, tightly guarding the entire compound.

Inside were circles of heavy stone walls, and the architectural style exuded an extremely oppressive, cold hardness.

Ling Feng crouched behind a protruding boulder, instantly activating his 320 frames-per-second visual effect.

The distance of several hundred meters was pulled extremely close in his eyes; even the trajectory of a mosquito flapping its wings was crystal clear.

In the open space inside the barbed wire fences, there were no wandering monsters at all; it was obvious that it had been cleaned up completely.

The prison searchlights were not turned on.

But it could clearly be seen that inside the second-floor gate guardhouse, two men wearing filthy prison uniforms were smoking and chatting.

The man on the left was holding a Remington shotgun, while the one on the right was toying with a semi-automatic rifle.

Both men's fingers rested near the trigger guards, showing high vigilance.

At the barbed wire gate behind those two men, several stripped corpses were hung up.

The bellies of these corpses had been split open, and their intestines and internal organs had long been devoured clean by zombies. Hanging like this in mid-air, it was clearly meant to deter other incoming survivor teams.