"Whoosh."
Beneath the mask, Lin An let out a soft breath, and his heart steadied slightly.
Imitating the other Zombies, he quietly picked up the metal crate on the ground and pretended to work.
His ability to imitate was extremely strong. No matter how the Mutants inspected him, they could not see any difference in his movements.
Watching the restless Mutants approach, Lin An felt relieved, but continued his performance. With Milai's Scalpel masking his aura, even if these Mutants sniffed until their noses fell off, they could not possibly identify him.
With an expressionless face, Lin An faced a Mutant and pretended to be an ordinary Zombie, mechanically moving things around.
If he waited a little longer, he believed that these Mutants, unable to find him, could only leave under their low intelligence.
Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, the dozens of Mutants that could not find Lin An paced restlessly around the Zombie Crowd like hunting dogs.
From time to time, they roared at the Zombies, as if doing so could frighten Lin An into revealing himself.
After their search yielded nothing, several Chita Mutants instinctively glanced at the corpses of their companions on the ground, then at the orderly Zombies. A hint of confusion appeared in their bulging, scarlet eyes. They had clearly still been able to sense human aura three seconds ago. How had it vanished without a trace?
After another few dozen seconds, the enormous Chita Mutants gradually regained their calm under the drive of instinct and prepared to turn around and leave.
Seeing this, Lin An's heart settled.
Not bad.
Once these Mutants left, he could continue moving.
Looking at the Zombies working around him like laborers, Lin An was filled with doubts.
The Chita Catastrophe... the military?
*Were the Chita Zombies created