Killing

Lin Dong dismissed all the employees and took down the supermarket sign.

His task for the next few days was to receive shipments here.

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He contacted major suppliers, slaughterhouses, and owners of other farms.

Delivery trucks arrived one after another.

Most of the goods were raw meat, though there were also some daily cleaning supplies.

In a sense, those were even more important to Lin Dong than food!

"Mr. Lin, your delivery has arrived."

Several young men in Naduoda courier uniforms began carrying things into the supermarket nonstop.

Before long, cardboard boxes had been piled into a small mountain.

And they were extremely heavy.

Because these were the "weapons" Lin Dong had bought online!

There were a hundred compound bows, a hundred crossbows, and hundreds of various daggers and machetes.

In the early days of the apocalypse, these weapons would still have considerable killing power.

Lin Dong might turn into a zombie, but as a zombie with common sense, it was reasonable for him to use weapons, right???

Time flew by, and soon it was the day before the apocalypse.

Lin Dong was nearly out of money. He had two hundred million in capital, but since he had only paid deposits, his purchasing power far exceeded two hundred million.

He had practically monopolized the market, ordering several major suppliers out of stock...

It was already evening. The sun was setting, and its lingering rays spilled across the empty supermarket.

All the shelves were empty, their contents having been stored away in Lin Dong's storage space.

Tomorrow morning.

The apocalypse would arrive.

Lin Dong was ready to stop being human...

Yet he still held a mop and cleaned the supermarket until it was spotless. Cleanliness had become a habit for him.

Looking out the window, he saw traffic still streaming down the streets. Many office workers hurried to catch their rides, while elementary school students crossed the road in neat lines.

Quite a few parents picking up their children from school wore smiles on their faces.

Everything seemed the same as usual, just an ordinary evening.

But Lin Dong knew that by tomorrow, all of this would be gone.

At that moment, he felt very calm.

He savored the last of the peace.

"Clatter!"

Just then, the rolled-down shutter door was violently lifted, producing a harsh screech.

As the sunset light poured in, it outlined three figures.

"Boss Lin, I'm hungry. Get me something to eat."

The young man in front had dyed yellow hair and a sleazy manner. He was a street thug, a local hooligan who freeloaded food and drinks.

Business owners feared people like him most.

They came around every few days to cause trouble and hurt business, so most shopkeepers endured it and gave them something to make them leave.

Lin Dong did not even raise his eyes.

"The supermarket is closed. There's no food."

"The hell?"

The thugs stared at the empty shelves in dumbfounded disbelief. Business had been doing well, so why had the supermarket suddenly shut down?

They remembered him frantically stocking up just a few days ago.

"The supermarket actually closed down! Does that mean... we can't flirt with that pretty female warehouse manager anymore?" one lackey in the back said, scratching at his heart in disappointment.

"Brother Yellow Hair, what do we do now?" another asked.

The young man in front thought for a moment, his eyes sizing Lin Dong up.

"Boss Lin, even if your supermarket is closed, you can't just let us brothers go hungry. Lend us some money so we can get a meal."

Lin Dong wanted to enjoy his final peace and did not want a few scoundrels ruining his mood. He could not be bothered to deal with them, so he casually tossed out a stack of hundred-yuan bills, totaling more than a thousand yuan.

And to someone about to become a zombie.

Money was no different from wastepaper.

"The hell!"

Yellow Hair's eyes went wide. He had not expected Lin Dong to be so generous.

He figured Lin Dong was afraid of him.

That was why he had given them so much money.

"You're a good kid. You know how to behave."

The two lackeys beside him were excited as well. They felt that following Brother Yellow Hair made them look important. They could walk into any shop on this street, and the owner would have to give them money.

Wasn't that what being a thug was all about?

"Brother Yellow Hair really has clout."

"Yeah, yeah. Follow the boss, eat nine meals in three days!"

"..."

"Brothers, let's go."

Yellow Hair waved his hand smugly, but perhaps because he smoked too much, his throat felt a little itchy.

"Ptooey!"

He spat a huge wad of phlegm onto the floor Lin Dong had just cleaned.

"Wait."

Lin Dong suddenly raised his head and stopped them. His gaze fell on Yellow Hair. He hated dirty things...

"Hm?"

The three men found it strange and turned to look at him.

"What is it? You got a problem?"

"The floor is dirty."

Lin Dong walked toward him step by step.

"Pfft!"

Yellow Hair could not help laughing.

"I just spat some phlegm. What's the big deal?"

The two lackeys crossed their arms and tilted their heads as they looked Lin Dong over, not taking him seriously at all. You gave us money when we asked for it. So what can you do now just because he spat on the floor?

"Splat!"

But just then, with a flick of Lin Dong's hand, a flash of cold light appeared. A sharp dagger sliced through the air and drew blood, sealing Yellow Hair's throat.

The blade pierced straight through Yellow Hair's neck!

Yellow Hair's eyes widened.

His expression instantly turned horrified and incredulous.

He opened his mouth, as though wanting to say something.

But blood only gushed from it.

"Thud!"

Yellow Hair's body crashed to the floor. Until his death, he could not understand why Lin Dong had suddenly attacked and killed him.

The two lackeys beside him were also stunned senseless by the sudden scene.

"This..."

"What the hell is going on?"

Their revered Brother Yellow Hair had actually been killed!

They were only street thugs. They had never seen anything like this before. Their lips trembled, their eyes filled with fear, and when they looked at Lin Dong, they found his expression utterly indifferent.

Could he be some kind of murderous maniac?

For Lin Dong, who had experienced life as a zombie, a scene like this was child's play, not worth mentioning at all.

The two lackeys leaned against the shelves, their legs going weak.

"B-Big Brother, don't kill me! I know I was wrong!"

"Y-Yeah, please forgive me. I promise I won't say anything."

"..."

The corner of Lin Dong's mouth lifted, and he suddenly revealed a smile.

"You can go. I won't kill you."

"O-Okay... thank you."

The two men relaxed slightly and hurriedly turned to run outside.

But behind them.

Lin Dong picked up a crossbow, aimed at one of them, and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp bolt easily pierced the back of his head, sending him pitching forward onto the ground.

"Huh???"

The other man watched his companion fall, a bolt lodged in the back of his head. The sight was utterly terrifying.

He hurriedly turned around.

Only to find Lin Dong had already loaded another bolt, drawn the string fully back, and aimed it at him.

The thug was terrified beyond measure.

Hadn't he said he would not kill them?

This guy had no honor at all!

"B-Big Brother..."

"Splat!"

Before the thug could finish speaking, a bolt pierced his forehead. His voice came to an abrupt stop, and his body fell to the floor.

With that, the empty supermarket became quiet again.

"The crossbow bolts have pretty good power."

Lin Dong studied the bodies on the ground as he analyzed them.

Then, with a casual wave of his hand, he stored the three corpses in his storage space.

Because to him, these were all "supplies."

Not only did living people need to be stored, dead people did too...