Chapter 3

I followed the trail they left behind and finally found them.

"Halt! Who goes there?!"

The sentry on the tower instantly locked onto me, and the beam of the searchlight shone sharply on my face.

He set up a heavy machine gun, its dark muzzle pointed directly at my chest: "Hands up and kneel! Take another step and I'll turn you into mincemeat!"

I didn't stop, and continued to approach.

"You're asking for it!" The sentry's eyes flashed with malice as he pulled his finger sharply on the trigger.

Just as he was about to fire, I raised my hand expressionlessly and pointed my fingertips at the air.

Buzz—

An invisible surge of supernatural energy swept across a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, covering the machine gun.

Before the sentry could even exert any force, he was horrified to find that the killing weapon in his hand was rapidly disintegrating.

The steel-forged barrel instantly lost its metallic luster, as if it had undergone thousands of years of corrosion, turning into a pile of rotten iron sand in an instant! The magazine fell apart, and the ammunition belt shattered like dead snake skin.

superpower is this ?!" The sentry was so frightened that he fell to the ground, yelling at the scrap metal scattered around him, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The heavy iron gate was kicked open with a loud thud.

Mercenary captain Grant, carrying an assault rifle, charged out with five or six fully armed men, exuding a murderous aura.

The woman hiding right behind them, wearing a leather jacket and with a clean face, was Eileen.

My dear ex-girlfriend.

The moment her gaze swept past the crowd and she saw my face clearly through the spotlight, she froze as if struck by lightning.

“Kane?!” Grant recognized me too, his eyes twitched, and a look of shock flashed across his face.

I didn't say anything, I just stared at them coldly.

"Don't let him come any closer! Don't let him come any closer!" Eileen suddenly retreated like a madwoman, grabbing Grant's arm tightly and shouting, "He's not Kane! He's dead!"

She pointed at me: "I watched him being pushed into the horde of zombies! More than a dozen zombies tore his flesh apart alive! I watched him being bitten until he was a bloody mess, his internal organs spilling out! He couldn't possibly still be alive, he's definitely a zombie!!"

Upon hearing these words, the mercenaries' expressions instantly turned extremely wary.

"Shut up!" Grant cursed under his breath .

Regardless of how the man before him had been reborn, the unknown pressure he felt made him extremely uneasy.

His eyes instantly turned fierce, and he made a decision without hesitation.

"Who cares if he's a zombie in disguise!" Grant yanked back the bolt of his pistol, pointing the muzzle directly at my forehead, and brutally gave the order: "Zombie or mutant, it doesn't matter! As long as we blow his head off, even God wouldn't survive! Open fire! Smash his head off!"

The order was given without any hesitation.

The assault rifle instantly unleashed a torrent of fire!

The crisscrossing barrage of fire completely enveloped me like a raging storm.

I didn't dodge; I just stood there and took all the bullets.

A large-caliber bullet pierced my chest instantly, and a bullet struck my forehead with perfect accuracy!

With a muffled cracking sound, my skull was ripped open by the powerful kinetic energy, and my brain was blown into a blinding cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

The enormous impact shoved me backward and threw me into a crater ten meters away.

Smoke filled the air, and dust flew everywhere.

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

The area ahead, which had been the target of concentrated fire, was completely engulfed by thick, gray-black smoke.

"Cease fire." Grant waved his hand, sneering as he unloaded the magazine.

Under such intense gunfire, even zombies would surely die; there was absolutely no other outcome.

After confirming that I was completely dead, Eileen, who was hiding in the back, finally let out a long sigh of relief .

Then, that fear transformed into a vengeful pleasure.

"That persistent ghost..." Eileen stared at the thick fog and sneered, "You turned into a zombie and still want to come back for attention? Kane, you'll always be a piece of trash! Even if you get bitten to death by a zombie and become a monster, you'll still just be a pile of rotten flesh! You think you can get revenge? You're utterly disgusting!"

The mercenaries let out a few mocking laughs.

However, this relaxed atmosphere of victory was just beginning to creep in.

The mercenary closest to the smoke of battle was about to take a step to examine the corpses when he froze in mid-air.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his eyes were fixed on the lingering smoke and dust ahead.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling and distorted with fear :

"Team... Captain..."

"What are you doing?" Grant turned his head impatiently.

"There's still movement... in the smoke."