Apocalypse: Starting from the Walking Dead, I Steal the Female Lead!
Chapter 1: the walking dead? System Awakening! A Chance Meeting with Amy and her sister.
Georgia Highway 72 (made up)
"Hey! Wake up, what are you thinking about? Handsome boy!" Amy reached her hand through the car window with an unhappy expression and waved it in front of the man, trying to wake him up.
Lowering her head to look at her figure where she couldn't even see her toes, she momentarily doubted her own memory. Wasn't this man looking passionately at her and her sister just a moment ago?
Although very direct, it wasn't annoying. After all, this man was really handsome and full of masculine charm. Is this what an Oriental man feels like?
"Sorry, sorry, I was mesmerized by the two beauties' looks and lost focus for a moment. Get in the car!" The man, having snapped back to his senses, opened the back seat door lock with an apologetic smile on his face.
"Thank you!" Amy gave a sweet smile, then turned to look at her sister and said, "Sister, hurry, hurry, hurry, finally someone is willing to give us a ride!"
As she spoke, Amy dragged two suitcases to the back of the car, opened it, and stuffed the luggage in. Actually, Amy lied. Along the way, they had flagged down quite a few cars, but many people had ill intentions and were rejected by them.
Although this man's gaze was a bit off, who told him to be handsome enough? Good looks are everything!
The man looked with a complex gaze at the two women putting away their luggage in the rearview mirror...
He hadn't expected to time-travel—no, or rather, he had been reborn into this world until his memories awakened just now. He was still of Asian descent with the same name as in his past life, Ling Feng, but he was an orphan. As for which world he had been reborn into, he had already guessed it.
After all, these two blonde beauties were too recognizable. Aren't these the two sisters from the walking dead? Besides, he was quite a fan of the walking dead and had watched it several times.
Although he watched it with the mindset of being the protagonist and stealing away the heroines—whether it was Amy, Andrea, Lori, Maggie, Beth, or later women—who hadn't fantasized about them? After all, when watching TV, one definitely has characters they like.
Of course, he thought Carol was actually quite charming in a mature way... (Just kidding ~ don't judge me).
But the moment he thought of zombies, looters, the Governor, Negan, and the various organizations in the later stages, his scalp tingled. Aside from a good physique forged by regular workouts, he seemed somewhat useless.
"Bang"
The sound of the car door closing made Ling Feng pull back his thoughts. He turned his head to look at the two women and asked, "Did you get all your things?"
"Mm-hmm, we've got everything. Thank you, big handsome guy, my name is Amy, and this is my sister Andrea!"
Amy stretched forward abruptly from the back seat. Ling Feng, as the person involved, looked at her delicate face and the close-at-hand white steamed buns, swallowing hard as he reached out his hand and smiled, "Hello, beauties. My name is Ling Feng, currently single and unmarried!"
Amy's face instantly turned red as she shook Ling Feng's hand. So big, so warm, but what did Ling mean by unmarried? Could it be that he's interested in me?
Amy, whose mind was running wild with thoughts, completely failed to notice her sister Andrea's increasingly furrowed brow.
"Amy! Sit properly, this isn't safe!" Andrea felt that if she didn't speak up, her sister was going to be coaxed away by this man they had just met.
"Oh, oh."
Ling Feng wasn't annoyed either. He pulled back his hand, started the vehicle, and asked, "Where do you think we should drive?"
He didn't know how the two women met Shane and his group. What if he made a decision and went off track? Wouldn't his prophetic perspective become useless? Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't change the plot. He had only one goal:
To survive in the apocalypse, and survive while holding beauties in his arms!
He didn't have any grand ambitions and had no thoughts whatsoever about ruling over others as a king. Besides, he was just an ordinary person; being able to live like this might already be the best outcome.
[Ding! Pleasure Points system binding...]
[Binding successful!]
[Newcomer gift pack discovered. Do you want to open it?]
The sudden electronic sound stunned Ling Feng. The corners of his mouth began to curl up, more and more intensely. He just knew it, he just knew it! Novels aren't read in vain—the system is finally here!
...
"Hey, Ling! Turn right, turn right!"
Andrea's urgent voice rang out as she continuously patted Ling Feng's shoulder.
"Squeak..."
Ling Feng snapped back to his senses abruptly and yanked the steering wheel. Cold sweat seeped from his forehead. He raised a hand to wipe it away and gave an uninhibited smile, "Good thing, good thing, I almost missed the intersection."
The destination of this highway was Atlanta. If he remembered correctly, there was a scene in the show where Shane and the others got stuck in traffic on the highway and encountered the bombing of Atlanta. If he had been driving by himself, he probably would have already left the city by now.
And he might have missed these main characters.
"Ling, why don't I drive? I feel like you're a bit absent-minded." Andrea in the back seat was somewhat shaken and could see that Ling Feng's state seemed a bit off.
After thinking about it, Ling Feng nodded. It was a good opportunity for him to study the system.
After stopping the car on the roadside, Andrea poked Amyand motioned with her chin toward the front passenger seat. However, Amy chose not to see it. In the end, a frustrated Andrea had no choice but to get out of the car and switch seats with Ling Feng.
Ling Feng, having sat in the back row, tilted his head to look at Amy beside him and blinked mischievously. Amywas amused and let out a chuckle, her surging white jade trembling gently, making Ling Feng reluctantly want to reach out and touch them.
But he didn't dare, at least not right now, since Andrea was still in the front.
D!
Definitely a D!
Facing Ling Feng's passionate gaze, Amy proudly puffed out her chest. Shy?
What was being shy? As an authentic America person, being free and unrestrained was carved into her bones.
Along the way through conversation, Amy and her sister also learned that Ling Feng was an orphan and was wandering around without a destination after the disaster struck. As for the two sisters, they had no other family left either. This discovery seemed to bring the relationship among the three of them much closer.
As for Ling Feng, he was already immersed in the system.
[System, what functions do you have?]
[Ho ho ho, my lovely host~]
[Since you've asked so earnestly, I shall grandly and mercifully tell you!]
...Blah blah blah...
[This system only has two functions!]
[1: Provide Pleasure Points by having intimate relationships with various heroines in the show. The reward for the first intimacy is the highest, and subsequent ones are cumulative!]
[For example, Amy: completely conquering her rewards 10,000 Pleasure Points. The second, third, and subsequent times might only be a few hundred or a thousand, depending on the host's preferences and results.]
[2: Pleasure Mall (use Pleasure Points to purchase various skills, supplies, weapons, and equipment)]
[Junior Shooting Skill: 1,000 Pleasure Points (A scout holding a gun for two and a half years)]
[Intermediate Shooting Skill: 10,000 Pleasure Points (A special forces soldier who constantly practices for eight years)]
[Advanced Shooting Skill: 50,000 Pleasure Points (Raise the gun and shoot, every shot leaves no one alive)]
[Grandmaster-level shooting skill: 100,000 Pleasure Points (You are the gun, the gun is you; extra reward Gun Kata... bullets can bend around corners~)]
(Note: Skill costs do not stack, meaning purchasing Intermediate costs 10,000, and when purchasing Advanced next, it is still 50,000!)
Holy shit!
This system, you're not acting right!
But...
I like it so much~
Ling Feng could barely suppress the corners of his mouth.
[System, open the newcomer gift pack, let the surprises come even more fiercely!]
[Newcomer gift pack opening... Rewards:]
[1: Any intermediate skill of your choice!]
[2: Kidney Emperor (The host will not leave behind offspring, go ahead and do it with peace of mind, can be turned off)]
[3: m200 sniper rifle complete set (bullet caliber has been changed to 7.62 caliber), 7.62 bullets × 100 rounds]
[System, is this Kidney Emperor the one I understand it to be? Right? Right?]
And with the function to turn it off, doesn't that mean little buddy doesn't have to be restricted and can release to his heart's content?
Awesome! This is truly awesome!
Turning his head to meet the lovesick Amy, who was already immersed in his good looks, Ling Feng said in his heart: Claim all! Choose hand-to-hand combat for the skill!
Chapter 2: Pleasure System, I really am feeling very pleased right now!
The moment he confirmed claiming the option, a surge of scalding hot current violently pumped out from his heart, wildly sweeping through his limbs and bones along with his blood.
Ling Feng only felt the muscles all over his body tightening and engorging with blood, the skin beneath his clothes revealing an abnormal flush.
At the same time, a massive amount of combat memories were forcibly crammed into his brain—straight punches, hooks, knee strikes, chokeholds, joint locks, ground and pound...
Those muscle memories, which seemed to have been honed through thousands of real-combat trials, completely fused into his bodily instincts in an instant.
This feeling was too wondrous.
He moved his shoulders slightly, his joints making a faint cracking sound, feeling as though he could smash a bull to pieces with a single punch right now.
"Ling? Are you alright?"
Amy beside him sensed something was wrong, leaning her body slightly towards this side, carefully scrutinizing his face with a look full of concern.
"Why is your face so red? Even your neck is completely flushed. Is it too hot in the car and you're running a fever?"
"It's nothing."
Ling Feng shook his head, exhaled a long breath, and suppressed that violent sense of power, "Just woke up, my blood flow surged a bit. It'll be fine after a moment to steady myself."
Just as his voice fell, Andrea in the front row slammed hard on the emergency brakes.
The tires screeching against the asphalt road made a harsh, piercing sound, and the three people in the carriage lurched forward together.
"What the hell! What on earth is going on!"
Andrea slammed both hands heavily onto the steering wheel, her expression so gloomy that water seemed ready to drip from it.
Ling Feng and Amy leaned forward to look.
The flow of the entire Route 72 had completely paralyzed, turning into a super-large open-air parking lot.
Colorful cars were connected bumper-to-bumper, blocking the several lanes so tightly that water couldn't leak through, and the end could not be seen at a single glance.
Harsh honking rose one after another, all sorts of heads poked out from the front car windows, and irritable cursing and complaining blended into a mess.
"We can't go on. The road ahead is completely blocked off."
Andrea helplessly pulled up the handbrake, adjusted her seat backward, and leaned decadently against the backrest, "That bunch of idiot drivers must have caused another chain reaction pileup ahead. Who knows how long we'll have to wait for this?"
"Can we only wait here idly?"
Amy asked somewhat anxiously, leaning over the passenger seat.
"Otherwise? If you had wings, you could fly us right across right now."
Andrea retorted ungraciously.
Since they couldn't leave, Ling Feng simply pushed open the car door and stepped down.
The system prompt stated that the m200 sniper rifle had already been issued to the trunk.
This was a safety guarantee, after all; he had to confirm it with his own eyes.
The air was permeated with the pungent smell of automobile exhaust.
In the nearby cars, several bearded white men were cursing and slamming their car doors.
Ling Feng walked around to the rear of the car and reached out to press the trunk switch.
As the tailgate slowly rose, the two women's large pink suitcases came into view.
Beside the suitcases, there was an extra military-green composite material tactical gun case over a meter long, its surface covered with shock-proof diamond patterns.
Got the goods!
He reached his hand over and directly flicked open the metal latches at both ends of the gun case.
Click.
Lifting the lid, inside the high-density foam cushion quietly lay that ultimate lethal weapon full of violent aesthetics.
m200 sniper rifle!
The dark, heavy metal gun body, the custom-made lengthened heavy barrel, the thick bipod, and an exaggeratedly long high-magnification tactical scope mounted above it.
In the groove beside the gun body, two spare magazines and a few boxes of shiny golden 7.62mm caliber bullets were neatly stacked.
Even if this thing just lay there quietly, it exuded a bone-chilling sense of oppression.
"Hey! Buddy!"
The window of a pickup truck in the adjacent lane rolled down, and a fat black man wearing a baseball cap was preparing to ask for a light when he inadvertently glanced at Ling Feng's open trunk.
The cigarette in the fat black man's mouth dropped directly onto his thigh, his eyes widened like copper bells, and his Adam's apple rolled frantically twice.
Is this fucking something that can be casually placed in a trunk?!
Ling Feng ignored him, neatly closed the gun case, lifted this tens-of-pounds heavy monster out with one hand, and casually closed the trunk.
The fat black man was so frightened that he slammed his foot on the gas pedal, forcing himself forward by half a meter even though there was no road ahead, terrified of getting involved with this Asian holding heavy firepower.
The surrounding drivers who were originally still cursing loudly saw the highly recognizable long strip-shaped tactical box in Ling Feng's hands, and their voices instantly quieted down, each of them hurriedly shrinking back into their cars and rolling up the windows.
In America nowadays, anyone who dared to swagger around carrying this thing was either a special forces veteran executing a secret mission or a merciless, cutthroat bandit.
Pulling open the car door, Ling Feng placed the gun case horizontally directly on the floor mats of the back seat.
The heavy thud of the heavy object hitting the ground made Andrea in front turn her head back.
When she clearly saw that eye-catching military tactical box at her feet, her brows instantly knit into a deep frown.
"What is this thing?"
Andrea stared closely at Ling Feng's face, "When we packed the suitcases together just now, this thing definitely wasn't inside. Isn't this box a bit excessively large?"
"An m200 sniper rifle, plus a hundred rounds of spare ammunition."
Ling Feng's tone was extremely flat.
"Are you kidding?!"
Andrea's volume rose by an octave, her face full of disbelief, "You carry military-grade heavy firepower of this level with you? Who on earth are you? And where on earth was it hidden just now!"
"In the spare tire compartment at the bottom of the trunk. You guys just didn't notice it when you put the boxes in."
Ling Feng casually spun an unprovable lie, leaning comfortably against the backrest, "As for what kind of person I am? Just an ordinary survivalist.
Recently, the news everywhere has been broadcasting infectious diseases and riots.
In this ghost place of America, without some hard gear for self-defense, you wouldn't even know how you died."
As soon as these words came out, Andrea was choked up.
Although the timing of pulling out this gun was very strange, Ling Feng's words indeed had no flaws.
Over the past few days, the news on television and radio had become increasingly bizarre, and the National Guardhad even started blocking roads.
Having a man with formidable firepower by her side provided a solid sense of security.
Amy's eyes, on the other hand, lit up as she curiously eyed the gun case.
Her wariness decreased by a few points instead, and she only felt that the man beside her was becoming increasingly mysterious and reliable.
Time passed bit by bit in anxious waiting.
The sun gradually slanted westward, orange-red evening glows paved the sky, and the entire highway dragon-like line of cars remained completely motionless.
Ling Feng lowered half of the car window, lit a marlboro, and took a deep drag.
The smoke drifted away along the gap, but his expression was somewhat ugly.
Logically speaking, in the original plot, that group of people—Shane, Lori, Carl, and the old RV man Dale—encountered traffic jams on this exact road section and then witnessed the famous scene of downtown Atlantabeing bombed by the military.
But looking around now, they were all unfamiliar, strange faces.
Did a deviation occur in his reborn timeline?
Or did the butterfly effect cause the protagonist group to turn at the intersection ahead?
If he really couldn't run into the protagonist group, in this doomsday that was about to go completely haywire, relying on himself to solo with two women would cause the danger coefficient to skyrocket straight up.
Let alone those wandering hordes of corpses, those deranged survivor groups trailing behind were the biggest trouble.
Thinking of this, Ling Feng's brows could not help but knit together.
A soft, warm palm suddenly covered his thigh.
Through the thin fabric of his trousers, that sensation was particularly clear.
Ling Feng turned his head sideways.
Amy had leaned in closer at some point, the distance between the two of them close at hand.
The little girl's exquisite face exuded a bit of docility, and her sapphire-clear eyes were filled with worry.
"Don't be too anxious, Ling."
Amy gently patted his thigh, soothing him in a soft and gentle voice, "This kind of cross-state highway often experiences these large-scale congestion accidents.
Highway patrol officers must already be directing traffic ahead.
We can probably resume moving slowly after waiting a little longer, everything will get better."
Looking at her serious look, the irritability deep inside Ling Feng's heart instantly dissipated by more than half.
Such a considerate little sister, who wouldn't love her?
Ling Feng's lips curved upward, his left hand holding a cigarette draped outside the window, while his right hand directly turned over, cupping the small hand resting on his thigh.
It was very smooth, very soft, and the palm was small enough to be easily completely enveloped.
Amy evidently did not expect him to make a move directly.
Her body suddenly stiffened, her fingers instinctively shrinking back wishing to withdraw, and two intoxicating flushes instantly flew up her fair cheeks.
"Don't move."
Ling Feng whispered.
The strength in his hand increased by a few points, his fingers aggressively intertwining between her finger gaps, directly interlocking their ten fingers and firmly gripping her in the palm of his hand.
Feeling the temperature and strength transmitted from the palm, Amy struggled for less than two seconds before completely giving up resistance.
She resignedly let Ling Feng hold her, her head hanging lower and lower, even her breathing becoming somewhat hurried, and the pounding heartbeat like a deer dashing about could hardly be concealed in this cramped back seat space.
As for Andrea sitting in the driver's seat, she was still irritably twisting the knob of the car radio, trying to search for some useful news broadcasts, completely not noticing this ambiguous scene happening in the back seat.
Right at this moment, that familiar mechanical voice in his mind rang out extremely abruptly.
[Ding! Detected that the host and Amy have produced intimate physical contact!]
[Pleasure Points + 100!]
Ling Feng's fingers holding the cigarette suddenly paused, almost laughing out loud.
This gives 100 just like that?
So it wasn't just reaching the final step that had rewards; this kind of foreplay stage of holding hands and petting could still fleece the system!
Calculated this way, holding hands gives 100, so what if they take it a step further to a hug? A kiss?
If he dared to cross the line just a little bit... wouldn't these points soar straight up!
What kind of doomsday survival was this?
This was clearly a paradise for farming points!
With these endless streams of Pleasure Points, those god-tier skills and top-grade supplies in the store would sooner or later all end up in his own pocket.
Thinking of this, Ling Feng's gaze looking at Amy became even more fervent, his thumb intentionally or unintentionally rubbing gently against the back of her hand, feeling that delicate texture.
Chapter 3: Letting Loose and Acting Like Cao Cao, These Perks Are So Good!
The static of the radio sounded exceptionally noisy in the enclosed carriage.
Andrea slapped the center console twice hard, irritably changing channels in an attempt to find a news station broadcasting traffic conditions.
The very moment she looked up at the rearview mirror inside the car, her entire body froze.
On the back seat, that man named Ling Feng was leaning casually against the backrest, and his hand was currently holding firmly onto her younger sister Amy's hand, their fingers intertwined tightly!
Looking at Amy again, that usually chattering little firecracker was now lowering her head like a bullied steamed bun, her cheeks as red as tomatoes. Not only did she not brush away that greasy hand, but her body was even faintly leaning towards the other person.
Andrea was so angered her liver hurt, her teeth grinding audibly.
Was this silly girl's head filled with water? No matter how much this man fit Eastern aesthetics, and no matter how he had just displayed a hugely oppressive large sniper rifle, she couldn't just throw herself at him like this!
How many hours had passed since getting into the car? They hadn't even figured out each other's eighteen generations of ancestors, yet they were already holding hands?
Sensing the thick resentment coming from the front row, Ling Feng lazily raised his head.
Their gazes locked directly within the narrow surface of the rearview mirror.
Andrea originally thought this brat would restrain himself after being caught red-handed, and at least quickly let go to cover it up.
Who would have thought that not only did Ling Feng not release Amy's hand, but he deliberately raised their intertwined hands a little higher, shaking them purposely within the range of the rearview mirror.
Immediately following that, Ling Feng raised his chin and arched an eyebrow at Andrea in the mirror.
That look was as overbearing as it could possibly get.
A breath directly stuck in Andrea's chest, almost suffocating her to death. He was too arrogant! This person was simply lawless!
Ling Feng, sitting in the back row, was actually feeling extremely thrilled.
Since the system's positioning for him was a route of leaving affections everywhere, did he still need to put on the act of a righteous person?
The doomsday was about to erupt fully, and the order of the rule of law would instantly turn into waste paper, with everything speaking through strength.
To still put on a pretense of a decent person acting all coy and timid at a time like this was either having a screw loose in the brain or pure self-torture.
In this troubled world, whatever caught one's eye was taken; with the system's blessing, wasn't acting like Cao Cao amazing? Completely letting oneself go—this was the correct way to open up survival in the last days!
Andrea took a deep breath and fiercely pressed the horn on the steering wheel, using this to vent the dissatisfaction in her heart.
At the same time, she let out a heavy snort, abruptly turning her face away to stare out the window, attempting to express her protest in this manner.
Hearing that angry snort coming from the front, Amyshrank into a ball out of fright.
Of course she understood why her older sister was angry; she had indeed been far too unreserved just now. She tried to forcefully pull her hand back, wanting to salvage a bit of dignity in this cramped space.
But Ling Feng's hand was like iron pliers; not only did it remain completely motionless, but instead, as she struggled, his rough fingertips smoothly grazed back and forth twice across the back of her hand.
A wave of numbness surged straight up her arm to her brain.
Amy instantly went soft, her cheeks burning even hotter, and resignedly leaning back against the backrest, she completely gave up resisting.
Time trickled away minute by minute.
The very last bit of orange-red sunset glow on the horizon also began to dissipate, and the entire highway was completely enveloped in the shadows of dusk.
The anxious drivers outside began getting out of their cars in groups to borrow lights and smoke everywhere, complaints and curses rising one after another, and the entire Route 72 turned into a complete mess.
Ling Feng moved his shoulders slightly.
This damned traffic jam was obviously very abnormal. Having wasted so much time here, there wasn't even any movement of clearing up ahead.
Constantly shrinking inside the car waiting for death was definitely not his style.
He had to go up front to check out the situation.
He turned his head sideways, looking at Amy who was close at hand.
Under the dim lighting inside the carriage, the little girl's breathing was somewhat hurried, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly, making her look exceptionally alluring.
Ling Feng simply leaned closer to that pretty face, unceremoniously kissing her on that delicate, flawless cheek.
"Mwah!"
The kiss was very solid, and the sound was extremely loud in the quiet carriage.
[Ding! Detected upgrade in intimate contact! Pleasure Points +200!]
Awesome! Farming these perks was simply too satisfying!
"Ah!" Amy sprang up as if electrocuted, covering the kissed cheek with both hands, her blue eyes wide open, her earlobes even red enough to bleed.
"What are you doing?!" Andrea in the front row completely went berserk, unbuckled her seatbelt and turned around, claws bared and teeth bared as she prepared to cross the center console to grab him.
"Anxious already?" Ling Feng leaned back to dodge Andrea's hand, taking the opportunity to pat Amy's head. "I'm getting out of the car to check the road conditions ahead. The two of you stay in the car and lock the doors, don't run around no matter what."
Andrea was so angry her chest rose and fell violently, pointing at Ling Feng and cursing vehemently: "You want to run away right after taking advantage of her? What do you take us for?!"
"I don't have time to run away right after taking advantage; getting down to serious business is what matters." As Ling Feng spoke, he pushed open the car door and pointed ahead. "There's a handgun in the passenger side glove compartment, fully loaded. Take it for self-defense while I'm not here. If some blind idiot comes over to knock on the car window, don't waste words, shoot straight for the head, understood?"
As free America, shootings every day, was having a gun in the car strange? Not strange at all, okay?
Andrea's original flood of anger was directly blocked back by these words, leaving her stunned on the spot, not knowing how to respond.
Too lazy to continue nagging, Ling Feng picked up the tactical gun case placed on the floor mat with one hand, yanked open the latch, grabbed the heavy m200 sniper rifle in his hand, and slung it directly onto his back.
With a bang of the car door closing, all the arguments were isolated inside the vehicle.
The few big men outside who had originally gathered together smoking and cursing turned their heads to look upon hearing the commotion, and were instantly dumbfounded.
This Asian man was not only calm and composed, but he also actually had a heavy sniper rifle hanging behind his back that was over a meter long and had an extremely exaggerated shape! That lengthened heavy barrel exuded a sense of oppression that kept strangers away.
A tattooed-arm man who had just been bragging about how fierce he was at fighting dropped the half-smoked cigarette in his hand directly onto his shoe upper.
He swallowed dryly, without a word turned and pulled open his own car door to crawl inside, and conveniently rolled up all four car windows tightly.
In this environment where everyone was looking out for themselves, no one dared to provoke a fully armed tough guy.
With an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, Ling Fengswaggered forward along the gaps in the traffic flow.
Inside the car.
Andrea watched the figure gradually disappear ahead, only then coming back to her senses, and turned to slap her own thigh with a hand.
"Look at his attitude! Too arrogant!" Andrea stared at Amy, who was still dazed, practically going crazy. "Amy, you wake up for me! This man is definitely not a good thing, don't get tricked by a few casual words from him!"
Amy covered half her face, muttering in a soft rebuttal: "How is he not a good thing? I think he's pretty great. Not only did he take us along, but he also knew to arrange a handgun to protect us."
"Is that protection? He carries such a huge murder weapon on his back at all times, he's simply a lunatic!" Andrearolled her eyes to the heavens, completely out of temper.
Her younger sister's airhead fan-girl attribute was terminally ill; there was no saving her.
Too lazy to continue reasoning, she bent over toward the passenger seat and yanked open the glove box.
Click.
A pitch-black glock 17 lay quietly inside, with two spare magazines filled with bullets neatly stacked beside it.
Andrea gasped, took the handgun out, and weighed it in her hand.
The coolness unique to metal traveled along her fingers to her palm. It was heavy, carrying a fatal sense of weight.
Although America was a country with gun freedom, as an elite lawyer who only knew how to flip through case files, this was the first time she had touched this kind of thing with real guns and live ammunition.
Like a little girl who had gotten a novel toy, she carefully gripped the handle, pointing the muzzle downward, and deep down, because of this man's arrangement, a bit of inexplicable reassurance unexpectedly sprouted.
Shifting the view back to Ling Feng's side.
Walking forward for a stretch along Route 72, the air became increasingly heavy.
Chapter 4: Can you get drops even from bumping into a little loli?
The traffic congestion on Route 72 had completely turned into a disaster.
Slinging an oppressive tactical gun case on his back, Ling Feng leisurely shuttled through the gaps in the traffic flow.
Along the way, the muggy air was mixed with the pungent smell of gasoline and body odor, and most of those irritated drivers were smoking and complaining on the roadside.
But whenever Ling Feng passed by, those redneck brawlers who usually had mouths full of F-bombs tacitly shut their mouths, not even daring to let their gazes linger, and proactively yielded half a step.
No one was willing to court bad luck by provoking a tough character radiating a dangerous aura and carrying heavy firepower.
Walking forward for about a hundred meters, a sharp argument ahead caught Ling Feng's attention.
Calling it an argument, it was actually completely unilateral verbal abuse.
"Are you out of your mind! You're almost out of food yourself, yet you still care about whether others live or die!"
"Giving my canned goods to them, do you want to starve me to death, you useless pig!"
Harsh and unpleasant curses came pounding over like a volley, extremely grating to the ear.
Ling Feng stopped in his tracks and turned his head sideways.
A dilapidated blue station wagon was parked on the shoulder of the road.
A white fat man wearing a plaid shirt and sporting a beer belly was pointing at a thin woman with short hair in front of him, cursing endlessly.
The fat man's flesh-covered face was flushed red, and while cursing, he reached out to push the woman's shoulder.
The woman was pushed back repeatedly, her back eventually pressing firmly against the car door, her hands tightly clutching her hemline, not even daring to raise her head: "Ed, don't be like this... That child who passed by just now kept crying, and we still have several boxes of beans in the trunk, it doesn't matter to share a little..."
"Still dare to talk back? Even if I throw my things away to feed dogs, I won't give them to outsiders!" The man named Ed grew even angrier, abruptly raising his right hand as his broad palm looked like it was about to slap the woman's face.
Beside the woman, there also stood a little girl holding a plush bear toy.
The little girl was trembling all over with fear, tears swirling in her eyes, yet she didn't even dare to cry out, clearly having been beaten into fear in the past.
Ling Feng raised an eyebrow.
He finally met acquaintances.
Carol, Ed, and their pitiful daughter Sophia.
The most classic family combination in the walking deadworld.
The later Carol was a badass character who slaughtered gods when meeting them and single-handedly took on an entire base, but right now, she was just a submissive housewife who had suffered from domestic violence for a long time.
As for Ed, this guy was a typical piece of trash who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Besides beating his wife at home to find a sense of existence, he was nothing when going outside.
Since he ran into people from the protagonist group, Ling Feng naturally had no reason to stand by and watch.
He strode out on his long legs, directly bypassed the rear of the car, and silently walked behind Ed.
Ed's palm at this moment was paused in mid-air, not yet having time to fall.
Carol was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly, instinctively turning her head away to dodge. After waiting for a second, the imagined slap did not fall.
She quietly opened her eyes, her line of sight directly crossing over her husband's shoulder to see that tall figure standing behind him.
Ling Feng stood there quietly, carrying an exaggerated large sniper rifle on his back, biting down on half an unlit cigarette in his mouth. Although he didn't say a single word, that unmasked sense of oppression directly lowered the temperature of the surrounding air.
Carol was stunned, glanced at the gun barrel behind Ling Feng, and subconsciously swallowed her saliva, her voice as thin as a mosquito's: "This gentleman... Is there something?"
"Who the hell are you talking to, you stinky bitch? You even dare to pull in helpers?" Ed thought Carol was up to some tricks and turned around cursing.
"F..."
Just as he spat out a syllable, the remaining curses were abruptly stuck in his throat.
Ed's height was just over one meter seven, while Ling Fengin front of him was well over one meter eighty-five.
Coupled with the broad shoulders trained from years of fitness, the physical size gap between the two standing together was extremely disparate.
Ed's line of sight first swept across Ling Feng's expressionless face, then involuntarily moved upward, staring dead at the heavy sniper rifle barrel that towered a large chunk above Ling Feng's shoulder.
His mouth opened slightly, smacking his lips dryly. That originally fierce and malevolent expression instantly converged cleanly, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty.
Ling Feng gazed at him so calmly, not even lifting his eyelids a bit more, completely presenting an expression of looking at a dead person.
This condescending apathy made Ed feel creeped out.
He had an illusion that as long as he dared to say another curse word, the Asian man opposite him would directly pull out the gun on his back and shove it into his mouth.
"Um..." Ed let out a dry laugh, rubbed his hands, and shifted his footsteps aside extremely naturally, "It's too hot, my temper is a bit big. I'll go smoke a cigarette over there, you guys chat, you guys chat."
Finished speaking, he fished out a lighter from his pocket, turtled his neck, and dashed in a flash to the front of the car, leaning against the hood to smoke fiercely, utterly not daring to look back here again.
As for his wife and child? How could that be more important than his own safety...
What a spineless coward, Ling Feng sneered inwardly.
He didn't bother with that piece of trash, turning his head to look at the little girl who was still trembling aside.
Sophia at this moment was opening those watery blue eyes, staring at Ling Feng without blinking.
From the little girl's perspective, this good-looking big brother was simply a knight lord from a fairy tale.
Such a terrifying dad just now got scared and ran away without even hearing a single word from the big brother, so amazing.
Ling Feng crouched down, looking squarely at the little girl, extending his broad palm to gently rub her golden hair twice.
[Ding! Detected that the host interacted with the plot female character Sophia!]
[Pleasure Points +100!]
What the fuck?
Ling Feng's action of rubbing hair abruptly paused, almost failing to keep his expression.
System, you don't even let go of a little loli?! Isn't this judgment standard a bit too prison-worthy!
But thinking about it again, the system's rule was that interacting with female characters in the show could provide Pleasure Points.
Sophia was definitely a core plot character. With this layer of identity blessing, getting a basic score for patting a head was completely reasonable.
Free wool not to pluck is a waste, this wave is a massive profit.
Pressing down the wild joy in his heart, Ling Feng stood up to look at Carol who hadn't recovered yet, his voice softening a bit: "Are you okay, ma'am?"
Carol clasped her hands together, appearing somewhat uneasy, and shook her head repeatedly: "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just now... Thank you for helping me out."
Ling Feng took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling pale blue smoke.
He intentionally raised his volume a bit to ensure that Edover at the front of the car could hear crystal clear: "I usually couldn't be bothered to meddle in other people's business, but what I look down on the most are those domestic abusers who act like cowards outside and close doors to beat their wives and children. With not the slightest bit of ability yet a big temper, people like this are just wasting air by living."
Ed's shoulders leaning against the hood in front visibly shook, but he merely threw his cigarette butt onto the ground and stomped on it hard twice, still not daring to turn back to retort a single half sentence.
Hearing these words, Carol's eye sockets instantly turned red.
For so many years of marriage, how many beatings and how much grievance she had endured, people around her either pretended not to see or advised her to endure it and it would pass.
This was the first time that a stranger she met by chance stood up for her without any scruples right in front of her husband.
An indescribable sorrow mixed with gratitude rushed straight to her nasal cavity.
Carol wiped the corner of her eye and bowed extremely sincerely: "Thank you very much indeed, sir. My name is Carol, and this is my daughter..."
"My name is Sophia!"
Before Carol finished introducing, the little girl beside her eagerly raised one hand high, while her other hand still clutched that dilapidated little bear, her voice crisp and loud.
Seeing the little girl's lively appearance, Ling Feng was in a great mood, reaching out to gently pinch her slightly baby-fatted cheek: "Hello, little Sophia."
After teasing the little girl, Ling Feng turned his head to look at the traffic flow ahead, "Carol, how long has this road been blocked? Have you seen anything special?"
Grown-up Sophia
Chapter 5: Acquaintances Make Their Entrance! AtlantaFalls!
"We've been stuck here since last night, and we haven't moved forward even half a meter all night."
The woman's voice was crisp, carrying a hint of a lazy Southern accent.
Carol's just-opened lips closed again.
Ling Feng looked toward the source of the sound.
A white woman with shoulder-length short hair, wearing a gray tight tank top and jeans, walked over.
Close beside the woman was a little boy around seven or eight years old, wearing a baseball cap.
Lori and Carl.
These two faces were far too recognizable in Ling Feng's memory; they were the culprits who triggered the life-or-death fallout between the two war gods at the very beginning of the apocalypse, truly core plot characters.
Lori didn't notice Ling Feng's aggressive scrutiny as she reached out and pointed toward the end of the highway.
"Shane has already gone ahead to check out the situation. He's a police officer and has more experience with these sudden emergencies, so he should be able to bring back news soon."
Shane?
Ling Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and his heartbeat involuntarily skipped a beat.
Shane going ahead to scout the path was definitely a signature turning point in the original plot.
According to his memory, once Shane walked a short distance ahead, he would happen to witness Atlanta being subjected to large-scale bombing by the military, which meant that the grand spectacle was about to arrive.
This city was completely beyond saving, and the true world of the walking dead would fully unfold.
Calmly, Ling Feng touched the metal strap of the tactical gun case on his back, already having a plan in mind.
"Carol, I'm so, so sorry." Lori turned her face to look at Carol, who was holding the child, her tone full of guilt. "When Ed flew into a rage just now, I didn't dare get close. I had Carl with me, and if a fight really broke out, I was afraid it would scare the child."
Just moments ago, Carol had been scolded and almost beaten simply because she wanted to share the canned beans from her own car with Lori.
As a result, Lori had stood right at the rear of a car not far away, watching the entire process unfold without uttering a single word of discouragement. It wasn't until Ling Fengchewed Ed out and drove him away that this woman leisurely strolled over with her son to explain.
Carol was a timid person, but that didn't mean she was a fool.
Of course she understood the subtext in Lori's words.
In this kind of world, who wouldn't want to protect themselves? She had no right to demand that others stick their necks out for her, but having her pure kindness met with such standing-by-and-watching was inevitably disheartening.
"I understand." Carol tightened her embrace around Sophia's arms even more.
She didn't raise her head to look into Lori's eyes, keeping her head down instead, intently helping her daughter straighten her wrinkled collar.
This polite brush-off left Lori a bit embarrassed and unable to step down gracefully.
Since Lori was in the wrong first, she could only stand there awkwardly.
In fact, she had been wondering just moments before whether she should go call Shane over to help, but Shane happened to be absent.
If Shane had been present, he definitely would have punched that domestic-abusing fat pig to the ground.
As for the Asian man who had suddenly popped up in front of her, she had to admit that what he said just now was truly manly.
Thinking of this, Lori shifted her gaze onto Ling Feng.
This man possessed a distinctly handsome and upright Oriental look, with a tall build and broad shoulders. In particular, the fearless, fierce aura emanating from his entire body seemed extremely abrupt on this panic-stricken highway, yet inexplicably made people feel safe.
"Ling!"
Carol called out softly, interrupting Ling Feng's observation.
"What is it?" Ling Feng snapped back to his senses.
Carol jerked her chin toward the side.
Lori smoothly took a step forward, generously extending her right hand with a familiar smile blooming on her face.
"My name is Lori, and this is my son, Carl. It's very nice to meet you, mister. Thank you so much for helping Carol out of that tight spot just now. If it had been anyone else, they wouldn't have dared to mess with someone as sturdily built as Ed."
The speed at which this woman changed her expression and her social skills truly showed she had some tricks up her sleeve.
Ling Feng sneered inwardly.
This was the notorious trouble-maker in the walking dead, who bounced back and forth and played two tough guys around in circles.
But none of that mattered; as long as she could drop equipment and give Pleasure Points, she was a good woman.
He reached out without any psychological burden, completely enclosing that boneless, tender palm within his own hand.
Her fingers were slender, and her palm was slightly sweaty, feeling extremely delicate to the touch.
"My name is Ling Feng, and I'm single." Ling Feng put heavy emphasis on the word "single," and his broad thumb unceremoniously rubbed slowly against the back of Lori's hand.
[Ding! Detected that the host has made intimate physical contact with the core female plot character Lori!]
[Pleasure Points + 100!]
Listening to the wonderful mechanical prompt in his mind, the smile on Ling Feng's face deepened.
Another 100 points in hand! What the hell kind of heavily endangered doomsday was this; this was basically an ATM custom-built specifically for him.
Amy and her sister, Carol, and now plus Lori—just having these few cards gathered together, it would be hard for future days not to be luxurious and comfortable.
Lori's whole body stiffened, and she abruptly jerked her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.
But Ling Feng's palm strength was too great; she actually failed to pull it away with that attempt.
She raised her head in astonishment, meeting right into the man's deeply aggressive black eyes. That gaze was straightforward and brazen, like a hungry wolf appraising a piece of fresh meat that had already fallen into a trap.
Lori instantly felt her breath stall, and her heartbeat inexplicably lost its rhythm.
In this lawless wilderness, with a fierce man carrying heavy weapons showing such obvious interest in her, she had completely no idea how to react.
After all, she was still a married woman right now, and she was currently getting hot and heavy with Shane.
Fortunately, Ling Feng knew when to stop while he was ahead.
When Lori struggled to break free the second time, he extremely naturally released his fingers, as if the flirting just now had never happened at all.
"Uncle Ling, is that a sniper rifle on your back?"
The little boy's tender voice broke the awkwardness right at the right moment.
Carl hadn't noticed the undercurrents of the atmosphere among the adults at all.
He poked half his body out from behind Lori, his eyes staring straight at the long tactical gun case on Ling Feng's back, his fair and tender little face filled with an unmasked frenzy and excitement.
What little boy could refuse a heavy sniper rifle taller than himself?
Ling Feng lowered his head, locking eyes with that little face wearing a baseball cap.
"Interested in this thing?" Ling Feng asked rhetorically.
Carl nodded vigorously, even subconsciously extending his little hand to touch the metal clasp at the bottom of the gun case.
Slap.
Ling Feng raised his hand and lightly flicked Carl on the forehead with two fingers.
The force wasn't big, but it made Carl cover his forehead and take a step back.
"Listen up, kid." Ling Feng straightened his body, looking down at him from a high vantage point. "This isn't some toy gun you play with at an amusement park. The recoil when this thing fires could directly shatter your fragile little shoulders into pieces. With your skinny arms and legs right now, you don't even have the qualification to touch it."
Carl puffed out his cheeks with some dissatisfaction.
He had always worshipped his strong police officer father and had always dreamed of being able to shoot a gun. Now, being looked down upon so bluntly, his stubborn temper flared up instantly.
"When I grow up, I'll definitely be able to carry it! Uncle Shane said he'll teach me how to shoot in the future!" Carl argued with his neck tilted up.
"Is that so? Then I wish you grow up sooner." Ling Fengshrugged, too lazy to argue with a brat. He knew very well that in this cruel world, growing up often took only a few days.
Lori quickly pulled her son back to her side.
"Uncle Ling is right, Carl." Lori pressed down on her son's shoulders, her tone very serious. "You are still too small now, and these weapons are very dangerous. We agreed before that without an adult's permission, you absolutely cannot touch these things. Have you forgotten?"
Carl pouted his lips; although very reluctant, he still obediently lowered his head.
Lori breathed a sigh of relief, looked back at Ling Feng, and prepared to open her mouth to pull closer in relationship.
Suddenly!
A dull, rumbling sound rolled over from the distant horizon.
This sound had extreme penetrating power, just like countless giant wild bees vibrating their wings simultaneously.
At first it was just a faint buzzing, but after only a few seconds, the sound sharply amplified at a terrifying speed, causing even the asphalt road surface on the highway to vibrate slightly along with it.
The drivers who were still smoking and cursing outside their cars all stopped their actions.
The noisy highway instantly quieted down, leaving only that deafening roar.
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads, looking around blankly.
"What is that sound?" The expression on Lori's face instantly froze, anxiously gripping Carl's hand tightly.
Carol directly picked up Sophia, shrinking her entire body beside the station wagon.
Ling Feng ripped off the tactical gun case hanging on his back, holding it in one hand. With sharp eyes crossing over the endless car roofs, he locked his gaze dead-on toward the direction of downtown Atlanta.
The climax of the plot had finally arrived.
In the sky at the end of their field of view, three black dots rapidly enlarged.
Those were three "Apache" heavy armed helicopters painted in US military camouflage, roaring toward the center of the city in a battle formation at an extremely low flight altitude.
Accompanied by the violent wind sound of the helicopter propellers tearing through the air, shrill air raid sirens sounded simultaneously from every corner of the city.
That siren pierced the sky, desperate and ear-piercing.
The next second.
Between the tall buildings in the distant downtown area, several dazzling bursts of fire suddenly erupted.
Boom——!!!
The earth-shattering explosion swept across a distance of over a dozen kilometers, as if even the air was instantly drained dry. Giant orange-red mushroom clouds, one after another, mixed with rolling thick smoke, soared into the sky from the heart of Atlanta.
The military dropped napalm.
This bustling Southern metropolis welcomed its doomsday.