107: Chapter 107 The Great Demon King Creates an Alt Account and Infiltrates Jiangda's Newbie Village

george patton did not take the main road.

The car body scraped past the back alleys of abandoned residential complexes, tires crushing broken glass scattered on the ground.

The crunching sound had barely started before it was swallowed up by the half-collapsed residential buildings on either side.

Inside the vehicle terminal, Liu Qing's voice was very low.

"Boss Lin, three hundred meters ahead, two patrol points."

"Two groups are crossing paths, separated by a street. The first team just turned into the alley, and the second team is just filling in the line of sight."

"The timing is very tight."

Lin Yuan glanced at the rearview mirror.

On the rooftops surrounding Jiang University, there were faint glimmers of light.

Not guns.

Lenses.

Someone was using old-fashioned binoculars to observe the district.

"Stop remote navigation."

Liu Qing was stunned.

"Does the opponent have anti-tracking capabilities?"

Lin Yuan said, "Not possible."

"They definitely do."

After he finished speaking, he cut the communication.

The car fell silent.

Lin Yuan drove the car into a car wash shop.

The rolling shutter door had long been smashed.

There was dried foam on the ground, and a few corpses, gnawed down to skeletons, were stuck by the car wash pit.

He got out of the car and raised his hand to press against the car body.

The next second.

george patton disappeared.

Lin Yuan changed into a tattered windbreaker, wearing dirty sneakers.

He had deliberately worn down the soles to simulate the traces of long-term fleeing.

He also smeared ash on his face.

In his tattered canvas bag, he only placed two packs of compressed biscuits, a bottle of water, and a rusty fruit knife.

He had crumpled the packaging of the compressed biscuits to make them look old.

The corners were stained with dust, looking as if they had been scavenged from ruins.

If Tang Qiqi saw this scene, she would most likely comment on the spot:

"Tiangong No. 1 Great Demon King, offline."

"Jiang University refugee alt, online."

Lin Yuan was not here to survive.

He was here to check the cards.

To verify if this player was worth killing.

Lin Yuan walked out of the car wash shop, circling behind the bus stop.

Just past the corner.

Inside an abandoned bus, a cyan-black hand suddenly reached out.

Bang!

The side door was smashed open.

A D-rank Elite Zombie crawled out.

Its shoulder was deformed, its skin was cyan, and half of its face had been bitten away, exposing the gums.

It smelled the scent of a living person and lunged directly at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan paused.

He could crush its head in a second.

But he did not move.

His 80 points of Mental Energy allowed him to sense it.

Footsteps not far away.

Very light.

It was also the target he was walking towards.

Lin Yuan deliberately stepped back half a step, slipped, and crashed into a trash can.

Clang!

The zombie lunged.

The stench pressed right in front of his face.

"Fatty, hold him off!"

At the alley entrance, a girl with a ponytail rushed out.

She had a few freckles on her face and held a short crossbow in her hand.

"Skinny, pierce!"

"Ma Chao, block the rear!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a fatty rushed up holding a homemade tower shield.

The shield was made from an anti-theft door.

Two steel bars were welded onto it.

Bang!

The D-rank Elite Zombie slammed into the shield.

The fatty was pushed back, sliding.

His soles scraped two black marks on the ground.

A tall, thin person darted out from the side, and a spear accurately pierced into the zombie's eye socket.

Pfft!

The zombie shrieked.

The ponytail girl raised her hand and fired an arrow, pinning it into its back neck.

"Finish it!"

The fatty gritted his teeth and held the line.

Skinny pulled out a knife, stabbed it into the zombie's back of the head, and twisted.

The zombie fell to the ground.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

Lin Yuan leaned against the wall, gasping for air.

His fingers were still trembling slightly.

He looked exactly like an ordinary survivor who had just crawled back from the gates of hell.

At this moment, a boy with a slicked-back hairstyle walked out.

His jacket was very clean.

His soles were not stained with much mud either.

In the apocalypse, cleanliness was never about hygiene.

It was because someone else was getting dirty for him.

He walked to the ponytail girl's side and reached out to hold her hand.

"Fang Xiaoxiao, why save trash like this?"

"It's a waste of energy."

"Can't we just let him fend for himself?"

The ponytail girl shook off his hand.

"Ma Chao, this is Senior Chu Feng's order."

"Gather every survivor we can find."

Ma Chao's expression was not very good.

"Orders have to be situational."

"Bringing this kind of person back is just a human-shaped manure-making machine."

"Our squad needs to recruit elites."

Fang Xiaoxiao ignored him.

She walked in front of Lin Yuan and squatted down.

"Can you still walk?"

Lin Yuan coughed twice.

"Yes."

"Thank you all."

Fang Xiaoxiao looked at him.

This person's clothes were tattered, and his face was dirty.

But his facial features were quite good.

What was even stranger was that he had almost been pounced on by the zombie just now, yet his gaze had not wavered.

"What is your name?"

"Boss Lin."

"From the nearby residential complex?"

"Yeah."

Lin Yuan patted his canvas bag.

"I've been hiding for a few days, and my food is almost gone."

Ma Chao snorted coldly, snatched the canvas bag, and rummaged through it.

Two packs of compressed biscuits.

A bottle of water.

A rusty fruit knife.

Poor in a very realistic way.

Ma Chao wanted to stuff the compressed biscuits into his own pocket.

Fang Xiaoxiao immediately interrupted.

Ma Chao threw the bag back.

"No wonder."

"You look like you were starved into this state."

Fang Xiaoxiao stood up.

"My name is Fang Xiaoxiao."

"We are the Jiang University perimeter search and rescue team."

"If you are willing, you can come back with us."

"As long as you follow the rules, you can survive."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"I follow the rules."

Skinny squatted beside the zombie, his movements practiced.

He inserted the short knife into the back of the head and pried along the bone seam.

A white crystal core rolled out.

He wiped it clean with a cloth and handed it to Fang Xiaoxiao.

Lin Yuan glanced at it.

"This... what is it used for?"

Ma Chao immediately frowned.

"Newbie, don't ask about this and that."

"Being able to follow us is your good fortune."

Lin Yuan smiled honestly.

He did not retort.

Fang Xiaoxiao glared at Ma Chao.

"The crystal core is hard currency."

"The extraction method is taught by the higher-ups; stab the back of the head, don't smash it."

"Taking it back can be exchanged for food, and it can also count as a contribution."

Lin Yuan nodded.

Ma Chao felt even more annoyed seeing his honest demeanor.

He hated this kind of person the most.

They looked non-threatening but easily garnered sympathy.

Ma Chao threw a red cloth strip with "Pending Observation" written on it into Lin Yuan's arms.

"Tie it on."

"For the first three days entering the base, an outsider trash like you cannot touch weapons, must eat half-rations, and sleep in the outer corridor."

Fang Xiaoxiao interrupted him.

"It's not that exaggerated; when we return to school, someone will specifically check your Superpower fluctuations, and if there are no problems, you can take it off in a day."

Then Fang Xiaoxiao put the white crystal core into her pocket and recorded in her notebook, "One D-rank Elite Zombie, four people participated."

After writing, she looked at Lin Yuan.

The pen tip paused for a second.

Subsequently, she crossed out "four people" and changed it to "five people."

As Lin Yuan tied on the red cloth strip, an explosion sound came from the east of the city.

Fang Xiaoxiao and the others looked up for a moment, then quickly lowered their heads.

In the apocalypse, explosions in the distance were no longer worth wasting expressions on.

Less than ten kilometers away from them was the East City Auto Parts City.

The official third and fourth squads had just arrived a little while ago and quickly cleared out the sporadic zombies.

Director Li Wenhui sat inside an armored vehicle, not having changed his suit jacket yet.

The camera was already set up.

"Film me getting out of the car in a moment."

"Don't let the lens shake; keep it steady."

The cameraman nodded quickly.

"Understood."

Director Li Wenhui looked at a child with a broken leg nearby and frowned.

"The crying in that segment just now wasn't natural enough."

"Do it again."

The child was stunned, tears still hanging on his face.

The staff nearby quickly helped him sit upright.

Director Li Wenhui pointed to the bloodstains on the ground again.

"Wipe it cleaner."

"The image is too dirty; it's not positive."

The adjutant's mouth twitched, but in the end, he didn't dare to speak.

Director Li Wenhui continued, "We must highlight that the official rescue was timely and the public's emotions were real."

"Do you understand?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Boom!

The west wall of the Auto Parts City exploded.

A C-rank power-type Mutant smashed out.

Two soldiers flew out on the spot, slammed into the shelves, and made no further sound.

Gunshots rang out in a flurry.

Bullets hit the Mutant's shoulder, only splashing a string of blood.

"Rocket launcher!"

"Quick!"

The Mutant charged into the team, grabbed a soldier, and smashed him against the car door.

Bang!

The armored vehicle was shaken by the impact.

Director Li Wenhui's face turned pale, and he shrank back into the car.

"Stop it!"

"Protect me!"

"Hurry, protect me!"

In the chaos, a man with a scar on his face stood up from the pile of survivors.

He had originally kept his head down, looking like an inconspicuous middle-aged refugee.

When the official team and the Mutant were fighting, he didn't make a move immediately.

It wasn't until the Mutant was suppressed by firepower and completely had its attention diverted.

He stomped his foot.

The ground cracked.

Several stone spikes shot out, directly piercing the Mutant's lower leg and abdomen.

The Mutant was pinned in place, struggling frantically.

The scarred man let out a low roar and raised both hands.

A second row of stone spikes shot out from the ground, piercing into the Mutant's skull.

Pfft!

A red crystal core rolled onto the ground.

The surrounding soldiers were all stunned.

But Director Li Wenhui's eyes lit up.

Like a fly that smelled blood, he suddenly crawled out of the car.

"Camera!"

"Quick, aim at him!"

He rushed in front of the lens, pointing at the scarred man and shouting.

"A hero of the people!"

"This is the hero of our Jiang City people!"

"This is the hope born under the official rescue system!"

The scarred man raised his head.

The camera illuminated his face.

That face was none other than Master Jiu, who had previously lost to Lin Yuan at blackjack in the casino.