Chapter 5 (1/2)

A large mass of steam sprayed into the air, and the rusty gears made a sound. Who knew how many days it had been since the gates to the base hadn't opened.

The alloy door that was half a meter thick shrank inward before opening from the inside, revealing a jagged crack in the door.

The undercarriage wheels grazed the rusted rails on the ground. The intense friction caused the rock powder on the door to continuously fall down, like a grey rain.

An old, old-fashioned Land Cruiser came out, converted vehicles, mounted massive heavy machine guns in the backseat, with a range of up to a kilometer and a fighting rate of up to a hundred rounds per minute.

Its excellent suppression and destruction made the tank the most powerful weapon in Z7.

Now, however, the chariot was going to the Silver Tree City, three hundred kilometers away, in order to bring back enough medicine for the base to survive.

The sky was clear.

But it wasn't a good day. On the contrary, there were no clouds blocking the way, and the sun was roasting the earth with its strong ultraviolet rays.

Although the amount of radiation on the ground is no longer as high as it was on the day of the Cataclysm, no one wants to be exposed to the surface in broad daylight.

Despite its fierce firepower, the Land Cruiser does not have a good radiation protection system.

Compared with the old tanks, the all-covering armoured vehicles that have been sought after by companies and tycoons are more suitable for daytime operations because of their new development of radiation-resistant armor panels.

Naturally, the z7 couldn't afford an armored tank, even the oldest model.

For the few on duty, the night was a better time to act.

However, the wandering living dead in Silver Tree City had dispelled their thoughts.

The living dead were also called the living corpses. These humanoid monsters that were infected by the virus were completely different from the zombies that appeared in the olden days.

The living corpses had a sensitive sense of smell to fresh blood. The strength and flexibility of their muscles allowed the living corpses to possess greater strength and speed than ordinary people.

They were nimble and nimble, and could easily climb up windows and ceiling. They could even tear an adult burly man apart with their bare hands, making them a thorny monster.

A living corpse is a gregarious monster that often roams the ruins of a city, eating up all the living and animals before migrating to other areas.

There was nothing left alive in Silver Tree City, but there were still a few corpses lingering around.

The living corpses that remained in the city were already quite old. Although they were still able to move, their strength and speed had greatly decreased.

Even so, they were still opponents that could not be underestimated.

They were afraid of the sun and all the bright things, so in the daytime they slept mostly in the shadows of the ruins.

This was also the reason why the base chose to take action during the day.

At night, the danger level of the quest would be doubled.

Zero sat in the back with the other four soldiers.

These were not the soldiers who had arrived in Old Jack's room in the morning.

Their Warrior stats were much stronger, and their equipment was also better than those people's. At the very least, they weren't carrying rifles, but automatic machine guns.

The machine gun was not very powerful, but it could be fired continuously, so the firepower it produced was not small either.

Rihot was driving, cursing Old Jack for letting him in on this dangerous mission.

He had made up his mind to pretend he was sick, but Old Jack's words had made him join the team obediently.

”Our base doesn't take patients.

”Halt, if you're too sick to go out on a mission, I'll have to throw you out of the base.”

Old Jack said this when he heard Halt use illness as an excuse to evade the mission.

Being abandoned by the base meant that he had to face the endless dangers of the wilderness alone, and he would not be able to get any material assistance. This was no different from suicide.

Old Jack had always talked about doing it, and Halt had never doubted it, so the Negro made a wise choice at once.

”Don't complain, Halt.”

”If you're alive this time, the reward will be enough for you to find the prettiest woman in the colony to sleep for ten nights. Be contented.”

A middle-aged soldier with a scar on his right eye and a cigarette in his mouth laughed.

”Shut up, Zek.”

”I'm not like you're soldiers. I'm only Miss Leigh's bodyguard. Why should I join you old ghosts in such a dangerous task?”

Holt slapped the steering wheel, spittle flying from his mouth.

The four soldiers roared with laughter.

”If you're talking about a rookie, we have another one here.”

”Hey, yellow man, I heard you're a survivor. Aren't you going to introduce yourself?”

Before answering, a young soldier sitting across from him said, ”I also heard that you have a wonderful eye.”

Let us not hide like a woman. ”

His words were immediately agreed to by the other two soldiers, but they were completely ignored and remained unmoved.

Impatient, the soldier reached for Zero's tan eye patch, which he had received from Halt before the assignment. He had wanted a pair of sunglasses, but this was the only thing the nigger had.

Along with the goggles, there were two boxes of magazines and a steel dagger.

At this moment, the dagger suddenly arrived in Zero's hands.

There was a flash of cold light, and the point of the dagger pointed up at the soldier's throat.

If he took another step, the sharp dagger would open a hole in his neck.