Bang! With a dull blast, the last bullet blew apart a zombie's head. The gun barrel was already hot and smoking.
Shen Feng put on a mask, jumped down from the pickup, and walked over to a zombie that was still struggling. Grabbing its hair, he lifted its face toward him and carefully studied its eyes.
There was still a glimmer of intelligence in the zombie's eyes, though it was clearly much weaker than before.
Shen Feng could sense that the peculiar magnetic field was still present. Those symbiote zombies whose brains had not been completely destroyed were still linked together, pooling their remaining mental power into a conscious intelligence.
He did not know the minimum number of zombies needed for it to function, but he understood that there was likely no upper limit.
He just did not know whether those self-aware symbiote zombies were willing to be assimilated by other symbiote zombies.
The zombie in Shen Feng's grip looked like a bespectacled man in his thirties. A strange smile appeared on his face as he continued, "You... can't esca—"
Before he could finish, Shen Feng pulled the trigger. A bullet pierced the zombie's brain and killed him completely.
Shen Feng then rose and walked toward another symbiote zombie. It gave a dark chuckle and said, "Even if you kill me—"
Pew... The muffled shot from the silenced gun was like a bird's chirp. Before it could finish its sentence, Shen Feng killed it as well.
Shen Feng continued searching for the remaining symbiote zombies. As long as any of the zombies struggling on the ground uttered a single word, they immediately received a bullet to the head.
After changing two magazines, fewer than ten living symbiote zombies remained.
Shen Feng raised his gun and aimed it at a symbiote