Chapter 1952: Chapter 1952
Recently, the term "Radiation Zombie King’s next-generation radiation mutant zombies" has been a hot topic on the internet. Whenever people feel unwell outdoors, they instinctively think there might be radiation mutant zombies nearby. The two brothers were no exception. Generally, radiation had little effect on high-level new humans like them, and even if there was an effect, it was negligible. However, for symptoms to appear in such a short time, there’s nothing else but the influence of high-level radiated mutants!
"Shit... What do we do now?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍
"What else can we do? Run!"
The two were completely panicking, but where could they run? There wasn’t even a shadow of a ghost around, and who knew which direction the radiation mutants were nearby? If they ran the wrong way and bumped straight into them, they’d be doomed!
Inside the factory, Liang Junsong’s angry shouts echoed. Instantly, hundreds of people inside frantically rushed outside, then clumsily clambered onto trucks. Some drivers didn’t even wait for people to get on before starting the engines and speeding away with a slam of the pedal, which gave the two brothers an answer. If you can’t make a decision, just copy what others are doing!
They had no choice, and neither did the people. The trucks just took off blindly, hoping not to encounter radiation mutants on the road.
After the first truck hurriedly started and left, it caused others to panic. People will stop at nothing to save their lives!
Someone in the back picked up a broken fence pole, a ruthless expression on their face, and without hesitation, smashed it over the head of the person in front!
In an instant, blood splattered. Others were stunned for a moment. The person holding the fence pole, with a ferocious look, shouted as if losing control, "Get out of my way! Anyone who blocks me, I’ll kill!"
The scene became even more chaotic. Liang Junsong, the one with the most influence here, wasn’t in the mood to supervise others. With the advantage of being a high-level new human, he effortlessly leapt out of the fertilizer factory and slipped into the passenger seat of one truck, waiting.
Soon, someone who could drive scrambled up. But just as they were about to start the truck and leave, they turned to see Liang Junsong’s grim face.
"What are you doing?"
The driver’s expression stiffened, and a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face, with blood trickling from his nostril, making him look even paler.
"I... I... Brother Song..."
"You wait here until I tell you to go."
Compared to others, Liang Junsong wasn’t in such a hurry. Choosing to sit in the truck was just for a better view of the surroundings. If it really came down to an all-out escape, he’d be faster on foot than driving at full speed.
But though he wasn’t anxious, the person next to him was. As blood continued to flow from his nose, the driver’s arm skin began to ulcerate, and his spirit dwindled. At the fertilizer factory’s entrance, people desperate to leave early were fighting brutally. Several bodies already lay scattered behind, and those who could drive wouldn’t wait for others once in the truck. Following others, they’d hit the gas and speed away. Some lucky ones managed to cling onto the truck doors and climb inside, while the unlucky ones were crushed in half by trucks weighing over ten tons!
He couldn’t refuse Liang Junsong’s request. If he dared, he was a hundred percent sure he’d drop dead on the spot. Thus, he had no choice but to suppress his panic and wait slowly with Liang Junsong beside him.
But as time dragged on, not only did the driver’s condition worsen, but Liang Junsong also started feeling unwell, with nosebleeds flowing and an unwarranted sense of dizziness and nausea.
Another truck drove past, and Liang Junsong knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to make a decision, so he told the driver, "Go!"
The driver was delighted at this, forcing himself to rally and drive forward. Meanwhile, seeing the truck Liang Junsong was in start moving, Zheng Minghui quickly told Shen Mingke, "Old Shen, get on!"
Hurriedly, the two sprinted, choosing another truck, leaping like carp jumping over the dragon gate, easily clearing the crowd trailing the truck’s rear. Once inside the truck bed, the freshly boarded driver anxiously started the vehicle, and the next second, the crowd behind let out successive screams. Those who hadn’t boarded in time fell to the ground but ignored their own pain. They quickly got up and rushed to other trucks that hadn’t started yet.
Shen Mingke and Zheng Minghui chose a truck not at the very front or the very back, but right in the middle of the convoy. This way, whether danger came from the front or back, they’d have a retreat route. It’s a tactic they’ve often used to survive in the apocalypse.
Some people who had just squeezed out of the fertilizer factory tried stopping trucks that had already started. However, the drivers ignored them, gritting their teeth, flooring the accelerator, and charging ahead without hesitation, the sound of wheels crunching over flesh and bone creating a teeth-gritting noise that made Zheng Minghui wince. But neither of them had any intention of saving others. They tore open the tarpaulin beside them, stuck their heads out, and watched the vehicles ahead with all their attention, merely hoping Liang Junsong made the right choice.
Inside the car, other people sat with vacant eyes, bodies trembling, and blood continuously streaming from noses, but they casually wiped it away without concern. Others had their hands clasped together, praying no further misfortunes would occur, although some people’s skin began ulcerating, discomfort making them close their eyes to ease the pain. But as their eyes shut, breath ceased, and the body suddenly went limp. Onseeing this, the people around exchanged glances, made a quick decision, and tossed the dead person out immediately.
For Shen Mingke and Zheng Minghui, none of this warranted attention. They were solely focused on observing up ahead.
Time ticked by, and after about ten minutes, seeing that the trucks at the front hadn’t been stopped by high-level zombies as anticipated, and noticing the ulcers on their skin starting to heal, the two brothers finally relaxed, pulling their heads back inside. The radiation influence was waning, it seemed they had chosen the right direction. Now, they only worried whether high-level zombies would catch up from behind.
As Zheng Minghui pulled his head back inside, he slumped down and said to Shen Mingke with a laugh, "Phew, we escaped again."
His tone was full of relief, but before Shen Mingke could reply, suddenly, a loud explosion erupted from the front of the convoy, causing everyone’s bodies to involuntarily jolt!