In an instant, Lam Pham only swung his sword a few times, and the zombies rushing from all directions, as if cut by an invisible force, had their bodies instantly explode, viscous blood spraying all over the ground.
"Okay, it's over," Lam Pham said with a smile.
Old Chung silently put away his straight blade and shield. It basically had nothing to do with him.
Perhaps his only use was to prepare before the battle. Apart from preparation, he wouldn't experience the process or reap the results.
"Let's go in."
Lam Pham opened the warehouse door, confirmed there was no danger, and waved at them.
Entering the warehouse, many goods were placed there.
Although covered in a layer of dust, all the goods were intact.
Looking closely, one could see many coagulated bloodstains on the ground, already turned black. Clearly, when the apocalypse first erupted, there were still people working here. In the end, they were bitten, and crimson blood sprayed onto the ground.
Lam Pham muttered to himself, "The boss of this factory shipped out so many goods; business must have been booming. He thought he could make a fortune, but unfortunately, the apocalypse came, and everything he worked hard for his whole life was gone just like that."
After a while, Tu Trach Duong walked beside Lam Pham and said: "Brother Lam, I've counted. One box has 50 units, a total of twenty boxes, amounting to one thousand units."
Lam Pham nodded. According to the price of satellite phones, this was several million worth of goods.
According to his former salary.
Counting on his toes, he probably couldn't afford it in this lifetime.
Transporting the goods back to the shelter, the next matter was handed over to the signalmen; they were proficient in these things.
A signalman, seeing so many satellite phones, knew this was a major project.
"The penetration rate of satellite phones is not high. From unpacking to installation, and software debugging, all need to be done. Otherwise, people who haven't used them before will probably need to figure it out for a long time."
Lam Pham said: "You've all worked hard."
"What are you saying? This is our job."
The signalmen began to cooperate. These tasks were indeed very cumbersome, but they knew these were all to be distributed to various places, life-saving items. How could they dislike it just because it was cumbersome?
Lam Pham didn't disturb their work but went to Vuong Khai's side, picked up paper and pen, and wrote content on it.
Number sequence: 1740...
He asked Vuong Khai to copy a thousand copies and give them to that group of signalmen. At the same time, he asked Vuong Khai to pass on a message, asking them to work a little harder, input this number, and make double preparations, preparing for any eventuality.
Night.
Lam Pham stood on the balcony, enjoying the breeze. Having just played a game, he was very grateful that everyone, despite their busy schedules, could accompany him in playing.
He knew everyone accompanied him like this because he was protecting this place.
And they were also grateful for his actions.
This kind of situation was very good. At least they understood that Lam Pham, who protected them, also needed companionship. Your existence, for him, was not a burden, but the only existence in the apocalypse that could play with him.
He was playing Red Alert.
His skills used to be so-so, but for some reason, today he could wipe out everyone by himself.
In the past, moving the mouse, the screen would scroll all over, dazzling the eyes, making it impossible to see clearly what was on the screen. But now he found that no matter how he moved, even if he moved faster, all the images were very clear.
His eyes were very strong.
The dexterity of his fingers was even stronger.
Perhaps this was Lam Pham's awakened ability after the apocalypse: super strong gaming ability.
Suddenly.
Lam Pham looked towards the darkness in the distance, frowned, directly stepped over the balcony, used the force of the balcony railing, leaped up, and jumped to the rooftop.
Running quickly.
He ran towards the edge of the shelter.
"Who?"
The patrolling soldier heard footsteps behind him, turned sharply, and the flashlight mounted on his gun clearly illuminated Lam Pham's face.
"Brother Lam."
Lam Pham smiled and said: "Sorry, I disturbed you all."
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing, I'll go over there and take a look."
"Oh."
This group of patrolling soldiers all took turns. At night, there were a total of two shifts, early evening and late night. After all, patrolling and monitoring the surrounding situation was a very important matter.
Then, under their gazes, Lam Pham jumped down from the rooftop and landed steadily on the ground.
The soldiers standing on the rooftop pursed their lips and sighed. This was a true expert.
They were all ordinary flesh and blood. If they jumped down from this rooftop, they would definitely be smashed to a pulp. If their luck was a bit bad, their brains might even splatter out.
Gradually.
Lam Pham's figure merged into the darkness.
Far away.
Lam Pham stood in place. The surroundings were already completely enveloped in darkness. Apart from the moonlight, there wasn't a single point of light.
Turning his head to look at the faint lights of the Duong Quang shelter, it seemed to form two extremes with this world.
"Although the lights appear faint, isn't it... hope?"
Lam Pham smiled. He, engulfed in darkness, always stared ahead, where movement was transmitted.
At this moment, a zombie ran at high speed on the street. Its speed was very fast, and one could already hear a series of booming sounds. It ignored everything. Even the vehicles blocking its path were crashed through by it, severed in half.
It was a running person among the zombies.
Very quickly.
The running zombie saw Lam Pham standing in the darkness, slowly reduced its speed, until it stopped in place.
"Hybrid-type?"
The darkness could obscure others' vision but couldn't obscure Lam Pham's eyes. He saw the appearance of this zombie: slender limbs, pale body, a bare head.
From these aspects, he could determine that this was a Mature-stage Hybrid-type zombie.
But...
This zombie also had other characteristics.
A pair of wings on its back. They didn't look like tools for flying, but he knew that zombie evolution often progressed towards the most perfect path.
"You can't go any further ahead. That's human territory."
Lam Pham said in a deep voice.
The surrounding zombies had all been cleared very cleanly by him.
Suddenly.
Such a zombie appeared, and its clear target was the Duong Quang shelter.
This made him appear very shocked.
Could it be that his existence had already made a certain type of zombie feel threatened?
"Meow meow...."
The zombie facing Lam Pham let out a low growl. It was a terrifying vibrating sound emanating from its throat.
"Shh, please keep it down. Don't disturb the children's rest. They still have to go to school tomorrow."
Lam Pham raised his hand, signaling the zombie to be quiet.
As soon as his voice fell.
He saw that zombie stomp hard on the ground. With a thud, it instantly rushed towards Lam Pham. Those fleshy wings seemed to combine with the airflow, reducing resistance, accelerating its own speed. A booming sound echoed.
"I said don't make a sound."
Lam Pham's expression changed. Such a sound, even a deaf person could hear a little.
How could he let this fellow continue like this?
Early morning.
Everyone was sleepy.
Lam Pham directly swung his fist. As the zombie approached, he directly punched out. Terrifying force instantly enveloped the zombie. With a dull sound, the rushing zombie was instantly smashed apart.
In the darkness, one could vaguely see the red light of splattered flesh and blood.
Lam Pham still stood there.
On the ground, only half of the zombie's head remained. The body below the neck had vanished without a trace. And the flesh and blood of that half-head were moving, as if trying to regrow.
But perhaps the degree of destruction was too high. After twitching a few times, there was no more movement.
[Killed Complete-form Hybrid-type Zombie]
[Points +50]
"As expected, it's a Hybrid-type zombie, an existence one level higher than the Mature-stage. If I weren't afraid of you disturbing the children's rest, I'd be willing to see what abilities you have."
In the darkness far away.
A hidden zombie quietly left.