Chu Han showed no extra emotion. The fingers of his right hand flexed slightly before tightening around the axe again, and the muscles in his arm sent him an incomparably familiar sensation.
Killing zombies one-handed had been his most common method in his previous life.
The two zombies lunged at him at the same time, opening their sharp, foul-smelling jaws as they tried to bite Chu Han, tear his body apart, and feast on his fresh organs.
"Run!!" Zhang Ziyu finally snapped and screamed.
Chu Han stood tall and straight, watching the two zombies less than a meter away. Suddenly, his right foot shot out with force, kicking one zombie away. At the same time, his right hand swung up sharply. Cold light flashed across the axe blade as he viciously smashed it into the other zombie's head.
Bang!
Chu Han moved with astonishing speed, clean and decisive, striking directly at the zombie's most lethal weakness. With one blow of the axe, the zombie's head burst apart on the spot.
Chunks of rotten flesh followed their trajectory into Chu Han's mouth.
The zombie Chu Han had kicked away staggered to its feet, then roared and lunged at him again. It showed no emotion at all toward its fallen, dead companion.
Pfft! Chu Han spat out the zombie's rotten flesh.
He raised the axe and chopped at the other zombie, smashing its head as well. From beginning to end, he never let go of the fuel nozzle in his left hand. The axe was covered in zombie brain matter and black blood, dripping onto the ground drop by drop.
Behind him, Zhang Ziyu, who had originally run far away, stared in dumbfounded shock. Chu Han was covered in foul, pus-like blood, while the corpses of two zombies lay at his feet, mouths hanging open and heads smashed to pulp.
The disgusting, horrifying sight assaulted his nerves. That previously unremarkable guy from out of town had suddenly become so cold and brutal that Zhang Ziyu did not know how to react.
Chu Han had killed two zombies in just two moves, all while fueling the car with one hand!
He looked again at the gruesomely dead zombies on the ground, their split-open heads leaking pus-like fluid unlike that of humans, then at the zombie brains smeared across Chu Han's face.
Bleurgh—
Zhang Ziyu immediately threw up.
Chu Han glanced back at him, remaining tense as he continued fueling the vehicle. For the moment, there were no zombies nearby.
"Don't open the door! Don't open the door! Ahhh!" Gu Xiaotong's voice suddenly rang out nearby.
Fan Wei slammed the door open, an iron rod in hand. The moment he saw the scene outside, he froze, and Gu Xiaotong's screams abruptly stopped.
The zombies were dead.
Fan Wei stared in terror at Chu Han, who stood exactly where he had been, fueling with his left hand and holding an axe in his right. Fear rose in his heart. Was this even human? What kind of mental fortitude did it take to remain this calm?
Gu Xiaotong felt cold all over as she looked at Chu Han with complicated eyes. She had not seen him kill the zombies. She only knew that the zombies were dead, while Chu Han was unharmed.
With a click, Chu Han pulled out the fuel nozzle. The tank was full. He turned and surveyed the area, his filthy face expressionless. There was still plenty of empty space in his vehicle, and he wanted to take the things from this convenience store with him.
"Where are you... where are you planning to go?" Zhang Ziyu suddenly ran over.
He had decided to follow Chu Han. He had to follow him!
Chu Han frowned and only replied, "Find my parents."
Finding his parents had been Chu Han's first goal after the apocalypse broke out. Some people went to find their lovers, while others fled for their own lives. But few would travel thousands of miles to pick up their parents. At their age, they had only just passed their rebellious phase and had not yet developed that kind of awareness, especially when they could barely protect themselves.
But Chu Han had to go. Otherwise, he would not even feel like a man!
"Can you take me with you?" Zhang Ziyu hurriedly asked. "Your home is in Anluo City, right? You'll pass through Stone City. I'm going to Stone City!"
Zhang Ziyu was breaking down inside. Why had he never realized that Chu Han was this badass before? The way he wielded that axe was incredibly cool. He had killed two zombies in two strikes and scared Zhang Ziyu into scrambling away.
"We have a car, so we won't trouble you," Fan Wei quickly added.
"Right, right, right!" Zhang Ziyu nodded frantically. He no longer dared speak to Chu Han with his previous attitude.
Chu Han frowned. If they drove their own car, he did not mind. But the more people there were, the more trouble there would be. Still, Stone City was a necessary stop on the way to Anluo City, and two vehicles meant an extra layer of security, whether in terms of food or safety.
"Fine. Take more food from the convenience store," Chu Han instructed.
"Okay!" Zhang Ziyu and Fan Wei immediately got to work.
Chu Han entered the convenience store, still holding the iron axe. After scanning the place and confirming there was no danger, he headed into the storage room. He did not have time to slowly sort through the items outside.
As he passed Gu Xiaotong, Chu Han paid her no particular attention, even though she kept looking at him with complicated eyes.
As for the fat man sitting in the corner and constantly eating, Chu Han did not spare him a second glance.
Chu Han had already tempered his state of mind to the extreme during ten years of the apocalypse. In his eyes, this fatty was beyond saving and would soon die in this world where order was steadily collapsing.
Box after box of food was carried out. Chu Han only stopped when G55's enormous storage space was nearly full. At that point, Gu Xiaotong got into the car first, prompting Zhang Ziyu to curse under his breath.
Just as they finished loading everything and prepared to leave, Zhang Ziyu passed the fatty crying nonstop in the corner and kicked him in the face. "Get lost, you useless trash! Don't block my way!"
The fatty cried even harder after being kicked. He looked up at Zhang Ziyu in fear, his face covered in tears and snot.
This fatty had been crying ever since Chu Han entered, eating while he cried. Before long, he had already eaten five packs of salted duck and twenty sausages, and the number was still rising.
But when the fatty raised his head and revealed that plump face, Chu Han felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He froze in disbelief.
A face like a meatball, with a hairy black mole beneath the left side of his lips. Chu Han had not seen that face many times, but it was deeply etched into his memory because it was far too distinctive!
"What's your name?" Chu Han asked. At this point, he could not be certain whether this was the person he knew. After all, the crying fatty before him really did not match that man's usual style.
"My name is Chen Shaoye," the fatty answered timidly.
"You call yourself Young Master? I think you're a fucking idiot!" Zhang Ziyu cursed, raising his foot to kick the fatty again. The fatty was terrified and kept shrinking backward.
But Chu Han's mouth twitched. Heh heh heh... Chen Shaoye.
Chen Shaoye, the god-tier sniper from his previous life who had commanded the winds and clouds, ranked among the top twenty fighters in the entire country?!
His name really was Chen Shaoye—surname Chen, given name Shaoye.
But Chu Han had never expected Chen Shaoye from ten years ago to be like this. It was even more absurd than his own rebirth. Chen Shaoye's reputation had been known to everyone during the ten years of the apocalypse. Though he had ranked only twentieth in combat power, even those freaks in the top ten had not dared confront him head-on.
The reason was that Chen Shaoye's shooting accuracy was simply terrifying. If he claimed second place, no one would dare claim first. He was a true master marksman, and no one could get within ten meters of him. Ordinary people without special abilities, like Chu Han, could only be issued the most basic firearms during the apocalypse. But Chen Shaoye had received special privileges from the state. Those High-Power Weapons that ordinary people had never even seen were nothing more than toys to him.
Who would dare challenge a person like that? If he fired a cannon at where you lived in the middle of the night, the entire building would probably be blasted through.
Seeing that Zhang Ziyu still wanted to beat Chen Shaoye, Chu Han stopped him. "Get in the car. I'm taking this guy with me."
"You're taking him?" Zhang Ziyu was visibly incredulous. Smart people all thought alike. Someone like Chen Shaoye would only be trouble to bring along.
"He'll be riding in my car, so he won't take up your space," Chu Han said casually, though his eyes remained fixed on Zhang Ziyu.
No matter how crafty Zhang Ziyu was, he had never truly killed anyone. Pressured by the cold light in Chu Han's eyes, he forgot all about Chen Shaoye and immediately got into the car.
"Fatty Chen, pack up and come with me." Chu Han did not waste words.
"You're willing to take me?" Chen Shaoye was clearly excited, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"Hurry up, move it!" Chu Han barked impatiently, while his mind was already considering how to get a gun for Fatty Chen. It would be a crime against heaven not to recruit such talent.
At the same time, he swung his iron axe and pulled the fire axe from inside the convenience store, stuffing it into the fatty's hands. "Move!"
Clang!
Chu Han had not even taken two steps when he heard the axe fall to the ground behind him. The veins on his forehead throbbed as he suppressed the urge to turn around and tear this fatty apart.
"Sorry, sorry." Chen Shaoye stood trembling behind Chu Han, clutching a pile of food in his arms. The fire axe lay beside his feet.
"Pick it up." Chu Han's voice was stiff. "In the apocalypse, you can't let go of your weapon. Otherwise, you'll definitely be the one who dies."
Chen Shaoye froze, then lowered his gaze slightly to Chu Han's tightly gripped axe. It was a long-handled axe much larger than the fire axe, clearly very heavy. Yet Chu Han had been moving supplies in and out while holding onto it the entire time.
"I... I understand." Chen Shaoye was inexplicably moved. He hurriedly picked up the fire axe and followed Chu Han outside.
Zhang Ziyu, sitting in the other car, spat to the side. Watching Chen Shaoye follow Chu Han into the G55 that he had coveted for so long, he said resentfully, "Damn it, what is Chu Han thinking? He's really taking that fatty with him?"
Gu Xiaotong, wearing heavy makeup, licked her lips and hesitated. "That car must cost a fortune, right? How could he possibly own a car like that?"
A flash of confusion crossed Zhang Ziyu's eyes, but he was quickly jolted awake by the frightening image of Chu Han killing zombies earlier. "Stop asking so many questions!"
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