Tide of Terror, This Is Also My Escape Route (4)

Old Jia laughed wildly, pushing the car to 180 and leaving every Dead Body that had been chasing and blocking them far behind. A major intersection lay ahead. With a coordinated clutch, handbrake, and accelerator maneuver, all four tires screeched and smoked white as he swung through the turn in an incomparably graceful drifting tailspin.

Ling Xingjian, who had been focused on transmitting messages, suddenly sensed something and looked up in warning. "Something's wrong with this direction—"

"Nothing's wrong! This is the fastest route out of the urban area! What's there to fear? I was a motor transport soldier for five years. Driving military vehicles takes nothing but boldness and carefulness. What street in Tokyo, big or small, don't I know? Even if there's a blockade, I'll just drift right—"

His grand declaration came to an abrupt halt.

Old Jia slammed on the brakes, and the four tires scraped out a shrill trail across the ground.

The three people in the car all lurched forward, then bounced backward.

They raised their heads and looked ahead. All three fell silent.

Even Shi Tiexin was left slack-jawed.

Right before their eyes.

Straight ahead on this broad avenue.

Beyond the thin fog, roughly three intersections away, the true Tide of Terror had appeared.

Dead Bodies. Dead Bodies. An endless sea of Dead Bodies.

A vast ocean of Dead Bodies surged toward them like savage waves.

This was not a figure of speech. They truly were like waves.

They squeezed, piled up, rolled, shrieked, roared. One trampled another, one crushed another. The violent "wave crests" rose as high as a two-story building, even splashing higher "spray" against the walls on either side of the street.

Sweeping away everything, occupying everything, destroying everything—this was a genuine Tide of Terror.

Shi Tiexin stared blankly at the