247: Time is running out

Liu Yan refused to believe it was a mere coincidence that Liang Chunhua's body appeared here.

When Liu Yan approached, Liang Chunhua did not attack like other zombies, but stood there quietly.

Circling behind her, Liu Yan saw the brain-machine interface at the back of Liang Chunhua's head.

"Liu Yan, I know you want to revive her. I can help you, and I can make her return to normal."

"As long as you are willing to join me."

Jacob's voice suddenly rang out.

This also confirmed Liu Yan's guess: Liang Chunhua's appearance here was not a coincidence, but rather Jacob's deliberate act.

Liu Yan's expression was unusually calm, but beneath that calm, a monstrous rage was hidden.

"From the moment she appeared before me."

"Hafke and I, only one can live."

"And you don't need to trouble yourself with reviving her. After I kill you all, I will revive her."

Dudududu—!

After speaking, Liu Yan immediately raised his gun and completely blew off Liang Chunhua's head.

Revival by the resuscitation ventilator can clear all illnesses and negative statuses.

And the zombie virus, in the final analysis, is in the same category as an illness, so Liu Yan naturally wasn't worried.

Even if she was still a zombie after revival, there was still the heart of africa to make a wish.

"You truly are cold-blooded."

"Is it because she is your mother from after you transmigrated, and not your biological mother, that you can be so ruthless?"

Liu Yan did not answer Jacob, but turned and waved his hand, signaling Cai Ning and Ivan to follow him.

"Let's go, the operational area is just ahead."

After that, no matter what Jacob said, Liu Yan did not respond.

Eventually, Jacob had no choice but to give up persuading him.

"Liu Yan, your time is running out. Think about it carefully."

...Southern Federal District.

Raven stood in the center of the dilapidated city, wearing a trench coat and holding a revolver.

Around him were countless corpses.

Hammer Soldiers, operatives, zombies.

Only Raven remained in the entire city.

Reis had fled in the chaos from the very beginning when the zombies appeared.

And Raven did not hesitate for a second between protecting his people and stopping Reis.

But alas, the number of zombies was simply too vast.

Although their strength was weak, under the sheer numbers, they still caused Raven quite a bit of trouble.

And Raven also lacked the means to kill a large number of zombies quickly.

Raven looked at his newly joined people, as well as his former prison mates, the Hammer Soldiers, wondering what he was thinking.

"My King! Are you alright?"

Kim Jae-wook's voice reached Raven's ears.

"I was revived in a prison. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to find a military radio, which is how I managed to contact you."

"However, there are no ships nearby... I can't come to you."

After a long while, Raven made a move. He walked back the way he came, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly:

"You teach me how to pilot a ship via voice, and I'll come find you."

"But... My King, there are so many prisons on the sea, how will you know which one I'm in..."

"Just liberate all the Tidal Prisons."

"This time, we were too hasty."

...On the other side.

Countless zombies surged towards Reis, yet he still moved forward like a truck, oblivious to those around him.

Bang—!!

Reis raised his hand and swatted, and a cluster of zombies to his right immediately had their heads explode into a bloody mist!

"Damn it, stop bothering me!"

Reis impatiently shook the blood from his hands.

With that casual flick of his hand, he accidentally grazed a few zombie bodies, and chunks of their flesh were instantly torn off.

Through his current strength, Reis could feel that he had lost quite a few derivative bodies again.

This was undoubtedly good news for Reis.

But he couldn't be happy at all right now.

Such a large-scale zombie outbreak meant that almost no survivors remained in this city.

Reis also couldn't use them to help him find the heart of africa.

"They're all targeting me!"

He had originally planned to take advantage of Raven being tied up by the zombies to freely search for the heart of africa.

In this situation now, what was there to search for?

"Or... maybe I should commit suicide, what if I go to a better country..."

"Damn it, I'll have to waste another derivative body. Once I've collected enough heart of africa."

"I'll kill Hafke and these rats too!"

True to his word, Reis raised his hand into a fist and swung it at his own head!

Bang— — — — — — !!!

...Little Eagle Country.

John was sitting in the cockpit of a Hafke fighter jet, fiddling with various buttons.

In his left hand, he held a small notebook, and every time he pressed a button, he would write and draw in the notebook.

"Triss, Hafke's technological level really is much higher than ours."

"When I was a pilot, I was considered average."

"But even now, I'm not confident I can skillfully pilot their fighter jets right away."

Triss stood below the fighter jet, drinking coffee and looking up as he said:

"Is it necessary to waste time on this?"

"Even if you master the Hafke fighter jet, only you will know how."

"Are you really going to teach your black buddies?"

"Of course."

John nodded indifferently, pressed a button, and the hatch beneath the fighter jet slowly opened.

"This button is for launching missiles?"

John recorded its function in his small notebook.

"Once I figure it all out, I'll teach you first, and then you can teach them."

Hearing that John wanted him to teach those black people, Triss rolled his eyes.

"Me teach? I can't teach."

"I can't communicate with your group of black buddies."

"Although I don't discriminate against black people, I still have to say."

"As fellow black men, in my eyes, you are much stronger than them in all aspects."

"If it were them, I wouldn't follow."

It was not difficult to hear a hint of racism in Triss's words.

But John was not angry because of it.

Compared to others, Triss's acceptance of black people was already very strong.

Just that, for John, was enough.

This was the state he wanted.

As long as they didn't empty their clips at every black person they saw, and didn't judge right from wrong based solely on skin color, he would be satisfied.

John's father once witnessed a priest bullying a little boy.

After calling the police, the FBI quickly arrived.

The white priest was pulling up his pants, and the little boy was still lying on the ground, disheveled.

And John's father, with furious eyes, was accusing the priest of his actions to the FBI.

As a result, when the FBI saw that John's father was emotionally unstable, they immediately tensed up, pulled out their pistols, and retreated repeatedly.

At the same time, they directly emptied a magazine into John's father to prevent him from reanimating. After John's father died, the FBI reloaded and fired another volley.

Finally, the FBI even walked up and patted the priest on the shoulder, saying:

"Oh, my goodness, it's so good that you're okay."