Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 57 Explosion
Song Jinhe remembered the smoke bombs that had disappeared from her space.

Something's really wrong here.

No one but herself could possibly take out the things in the space.

Jiang Shi'an held a spent cartridge case in his hand. "The thing didn't disappear; it was a regression."

Song Jinhe's expression suddenly froze. In other words, they had successfully gained an advantage twice, but the opponent used their talent to reload their save.

She had memories of spending three years in that team, and although she didn't know what the leader's talent was, it was indeed an amazing ability.

Sure enough, the wreckage of the smoke grenade was in the passage we had just passed through. If she had jumped any slower, she would have been riddled with bullets!

At the time, I thought the other person was fast because I assumed she had swept away the zombies ahead and I had predicted which way she would run.

Looking back now, how could she possibly clear mines for free? She must have left a few zombies behind before setting up smoke bombs.

"However, his talent can only rewind to his own state, not the timeline, otherwise there wouldn't be this bullet casing."

If one could freely set anchor points for loading saves, then it wouldn't just be a gifted individual.

They don't have that memory because there's a gifted individual on the other side with the ability to use psychological suggestion.

Jiang Shi'an looked at the most inconspicuous man over there.

“That makes sense.” Song Jinhe realized that if the other party could really rewind time so easily, they would have intercepted her halfway through.

Wei Wenchen, who had just escaped from the mutated zombie's grasp, glanced at them and said, "I didn't expect you guys to react so quickly."

A person who can find flaws and analyze his abilities based on just one bullet casing is someone who cannot be allowed to live.

“I wasn’t trying to kill you just now; I was aiming for your legs and hands.” Wei Wenchen looked at Song Jinhe. “You managed to outmaneuver us for so long; I’m curious to know what your talent is? A mental ability?”

Moreover, when he first used his talent, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he should know this woman.

"Guess," Song Jinhe said with a smile.

This was also her former boss.

boom--

The entire workshop trembled as the mutated zombie turned around. The metal talent was knocked away by the mutated zombie and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Drop drop-

The alarm sounded again in the workshop, and the mutated zombie became even more frenzied. Yellow-green pus oozed from the ruptured pustules on its body, and it picked up a half-dead human and bit him.

A pungent chemical odor was spreading.

"Boss, something's not right here!" Ge Hong's voice was panicked. He looked left and right but couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Song Jinhe also looked at Jiang Shi'an, "What did you do?"

"Gunpowder," Jiang Shi'an replied.

The gunpowder he mentioned was definitely not an ordinary thing; it was meant to bury the zombies along with the humans.

"It's a good thing you delayed for so long that we made it in time."

Ge Hong looked at the mutated zombie gnawing on a thigh, and the horde of corpses behind the door, and really wanted to kill the two of them.

He had never failed in his pursuit. He was already furious that the woman had run him away outside, but when he chased her into the workshop, he found himself surrounded by mutated zombies and explosives.

"go!"

Wei Wenchen looked towards the passage behind him, firing as he retreated.

Jiang Shi'an reached out to shield Song Jinhe and pulled her into the cover. The zombies outside were about to come in. The two doors were pushed open with a gap of three fingers, and the sound of the metal doors being pushed open was enough to feel the oppressive force of the zombie army. "That road won't lead out. There's a research and development room on the left, with a specially made fireproof door."

A cold voice rang in Song Jinhe's ears. When she looked up, Jiang Shi'an had already taken out his weapon and led the mutated zombies after them.

Flames spread behind them, explosions rang out one after another, and the double doors were forced open by zombies.

The steel frame of the overhead light tube plummeted with a deafening roar, crashing into the pile of zombies, sending rotting flesh and pus flying everywhere.

Relying on her perception talent, Song Jinhe moved unharmed amidst explosions and randomly falling buildings. Objects around her collapsed from time to time, and the heat waves generated by the explosions seemed to form a flowing barrier in the air.

The stench of decay mingled with the smell of burning, and broken, charred limbs were everywhere.

The scene was too chaotic.

When Jiang Shi'an said there was no way out, Song Jinhe understood that his original plan had left these people no chance of survival, but since he was also in there, he naturally had to bear the same risk.

The research lab was only about fifty meters away. The blast wave was getting bigger and bigger. Song Jinhe watched as a zombie covered in pus was cut in half by a flying metal shard, its intestines spilling onto the ground.

The battle was still raging at the exit; the limited space was filled with explosions and attacks from mutated zombies, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Song Jinhe knew that her skills and strength were not on the same level as the others, or even the zombie that could make a metal talent vomit blood with a single slap. Charging forward would only be suicide.

But she can lie low and launch a sneak attack.

She's got two hundred pounds of rebellious spirit; now that she's in, why would she hide in the back and do nothing?

The smoke from the fire was so thick that it was hard to breathe, so Song Jinhe took out a fireproof mask from her spatial storage and put it on.

The opponent's metal talent is useless, but there is still a well-hidden psychological suggestion talent.

"That's ruthless, they even blew up the exit." Wei Wenchen sneered coldly, his face grim. "Fine, since that's how it is, nobody's leaving today. Let's see who dies first!"

Song Jinhe felt a sharp pain in her head.

Overusing one's talent can take a toll on both the body and mind; this shot missed its target as it was blocked by a zombie.

In this situation, it's simply a matter of who lives the longest.

She had a mask on, which made her feel much better than the others.

Song Jinhe picked up the gun again, took a deep breath, and calmed herself down.

Although the fire is spreading rapidly and small-scale explosions are continuing, another large one could happen at any time.

In the scorching flames, the mutated zombies roared deafeningly, ceiling materials fell down, and sparks crackled from broken electrical wires.

Jiang Shi'an saw those faces from before the apocalypse; they were colleagues who worked diligently on experiments, gradually twisting into zombies.

He acted without hesitation, not even blinking when he made his move.

As the mutated zombie's attack landed, he dodged to the side, the shattered metal and glass from the explosion slicing across his arms and neck.

He saw Song Jinhe push him toward the zombies without hesitation, then turn and leave resolutely.

The confusion only lasted for a moment before returning to clarity. Only those with weak psychological defenses and a lack of logic are easily influenced by psychological suggestion, which has little effect on them.

Jiang Shi'an's eyes darkened slightly, and he turned his knife to attack his opponent.

Before the person with the talent for psychological suggestion could react, their talent failed as soon as they used it. They frantically dodged the attack and were eventually kicked away.

Just as the mutated zombie's arm, covered in ruptured pustules, was about to swing down, the psychosuggestion expert quickly tried to control the mutated zombie.

In less than a second, his brain went out of control as if it had been blown apart. He clutched his head and screamed, blood gushing from his eyes, nose, and ears.

(End of this chapter)