Chinese agents survive in a zombie apocalypse.

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Susan didn't say anything; she turned to look at the other infected person.

He then discovered that Pete was lying motionless on the ground, while the tall infected creature was tearing his heart and lungs out of him, feasting on him...

"It's...it's Markus..."

Byrd's voice trembled slightly as he immediately recognized the tall infected creature.

It was none other than Marcus, whom Lee Allen had slit in the throat two days ago...

Susan sighed and walked over, stopping in front of "Marcus," who was happily eating.

“Huh…Huh…”

"Marcus" was gnawing on a large, bloody piece of entrails when suddenly a living person appeared in front of it. Driven by instinct, it immediately abandoned the entrails in its hands and was about to pounce on the person.

Susan looked at his now cloudy eyes, which were as unsettling as they had been in life.

She raised the Emei dagger and plunged it down hard, piercing its skull and exiting through its chin. Dark red blood gushed out from the dagger, and its corpse collapsed limply...

Susan pulled out the Emei dagger, then squatted down and plunged it directly into Pete's temple to prevent him from turning into a monster as well.

Thud... thud... thud...

The infected person in the outer passage was still banging on the door of the rest area.

"What...what do we do now? There are so many monsters outside, we can't handle them..."

Byrd said, already having second thoughts.

He began to regret revealing the medicine; now Pete was dead, and he still had to face so many monsters outside.

Susan stood quietly in front of the door, her brows furrowed, her brain racing as she considered how to respond.

[Li Ailun's condition can't last much longer; we must find an effective treatment quickly...]

[But there are so many infected people outside, I can't handle it all by myself, what should I do? What should I do...]

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[If you can't beat them, join them.]

Susan's heart raced, and a crazy idea popped into her head.

Those infected will not attack their own kind.

How do they distinguish themselves from others of the same kind? Is it by appearance? By smell? Or by behavior?

Susan looked down at the corpses of several infected people on the ground, her expression shifting between light and shadow as she considered the feasibility of her idea.

Fight!

Susan decided to take the gamble anyway.

She tucked the Emei dagger back into its leather sheath at her waist, then drew out the dagger for self-defense. She walked to the body of the female infected person and knelt down.

Susan looked at the female infected person in front of her; her body emitted a putrid stench.

She was dressed in office lady attire, suggesting she was a strong and independent career woman in her lifetime.

Its skin was grayish-blue, its hair was disheveled and covered with dirt and blood, clumped together on its skin, and its large, unseeing eyes had cloudy, grayish-white pupils.

Her once delicate and beautiful features were now distorted and deformed, her mouth was almost split open to her cheeks, and her teeth were exposed, making her look extremely ferocious.

"No matter who you are, may you be reborn in peace and joy, and no longer suffer from human pain."

Susan looked at it, reached out and closed its open eyelids, and silently said something in her heart.

Then she began to unbutton the clothes of the female infected women one by one, opening their tops to reveal black bras, shriveled breasts, and flat stomachs.

Baird stood there dumbfounded, not understanding what she was going to do. Just as he was completely bewildered...

Susan raised the dagger in her hand and forcefully plunged it into the abdomen of the infected woman. Then, she slowly sliced ​​open her belly, and thick, dark red blood gushed from the wound, quickly forming a pool of blood on the ground...

Looking at the bloody scene before her, Susan mentally prepared herself again, then forced herself to suppress her nausea and reached out to scoop up the dark red blood, beginning to smear it on her clothes.

Not only that, she even smeared her beautiful hair, which she always cherished, with blood all over it, along with her cheeks.

Even the exposed areas of the neck and collarbone were not spared; they were all smeared with incredibly foul-smelling blood.

Finally, she reached into the cut abdomen of the infected woman, pulled out her internal organs and intestines, and hung them on herself.

"...Come here and smear the blood on my back too."

Susan raised her pretty face, which was covered in blood, and looked at the bewildered Byrd beside her.

"Will this... work...?"

By this time, Baird understood her thoughts. He hadn't expected that this seemingly delicate and gentle Eastern woman could be so decisive and without any hesitation.

However, he still had some doubts about the feasibility of the plan, feeling that it was too risky.

"I don't know, but we have to try it. You have to do it too."

"Hurry, we don't have much time left."

Susan didn't give him a friendly look, and just said coldly.

She had no choice, and neither did he.

After Baird figured this out, he could only resign himself to his fate and move on. Fortunately, his hellish experience over the previous two months had made him quite receptive to such things.

He suppressed the urge to vomit and smeared blood on the back of her clothes where he couldn't reach, then smeared it on his own clothes as well.

Soon, Susan and Byrd were completely covered in blood, reeking of rotting corpses. If they didn't make a sound, they would be no different from the infected outside.

Thud... thud... thud...

The infected person in the outer corridor was still banging on and hitting the door of the rest area.

They walked to the door of the rest area and prepared to open it again. Susan leaned against the door, holding the Emei Dagger, and exchanged a glance with Byrd across from her.

After thinking for a moment, she suddenly pulled out the dagger for self-defense and handed it to him.

Byrd paused for a moment, then gratitude appeared in his eyes.

He reached out and took the dagger for self-defense, nodded to Susan, and indicated that he was ready.

Susan removed the wooden board stuck in the doorknob, and the door to the rest area was once again forced open by the infected people outside.

Seven or eight infected individuals rushed in from outside, roaring as they passed right over the two people behind the door.

The five or six infected creatures in front rushed onto Pete's corpse, forming a circle around it and began to feast, making constant chewing and swallowing sounds.

“Huh…Huh…”

One of the infected creatures shoved right in front of Susan, staring at her with its cloudy, grayish-white pupils, as if trying to confirm whether the creature in front of it was one of their own kind...

Susan dared not breathe, her heart pounding, her hand gripping the Emei Dagger tightly, ready to strike at any moment, but she maintained a calm demeanor.

Even as the stench emanating from the infected person's mouth sprayed onto her face, she remained unfazed.

On the other side, Byrd was also too frightened to move. He was also surrounded by an infected person who was looking him over.

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