65: Chapter 65 She hoped it was a deity.

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And why was the counterattack so fierce?

Could it be that the one he blew up was a fake? In the world of resident evil, where cloning technology was highly advanced, this was an easy feat.

Don't overlook any possibility.

In the movie's plot, the antagonist Isaac was eventually killed by his own clone. If such an absurd thing could happen, it wasn't hard to understand a clone dying in his place now.

Then where was his real body hiding? In the room, Lin Fang listed several possible locations, but it would take time to verify them.

There was no rush, though.

He still had one more thing to do: find a father who had gone out to forage but hadn't returned, his fate unknown. After learning about this, Lin Fang, acting as the "game's protagonist," happily accepted the quest.

A "happy family" game ending was more popular with the public.

With a thought, an icon in the storage disappeared, and a black weapon case materialized on the table. Upon opening it, a fully-equipped Glock 17 and an HK416 appeared before his eyes.

Lucianna saw all of this. The words of discouragement she had intended to say instantly vanished, her eyes filled with awe.

This was an ability only a deity or a devil could possess. In comparison, she preferred him to be a deity.

Whish—

Bullets accurately pierced the foreheads of several zombies disturbing his peace. The pistol, equipped with a silencer, was dangerous and lethal.

After dealing with the threats downstairs, Lin Fang looked at the pitch-black street to the west and pondered. There were too many obstacles. Forget the zombies; if an infected rat or wild cat popped out from somewhere and gave him a bite, the game would be over.

One had to be more cautious at night than during the day, unless they could simply steamroll through.

Lin Fang thought for a moment and brought out a 110-ton behemoth. It was a ZXK173-300 main battle tank from the Venom Dimension.

Its design somewhat resembled the real-world Leopard 2, but its build was more imposing, with a main gun caliber of 173mm. What Lin Fang especially liked was that it could be operated by a single person, as its automation handled auto-loading and main gun auxiliary aiming.

Lin Fang had once sold one to Black Star; it was excellent supply worth 6 plunder points. Its only drawback was that it wasn't fast, usually only reaching 60 km/h.

Full speed ahead.

Lin Fang pushed the control lever to the limit. The tank accelerated abruptly, its alloy tracks crushing a pickup truck parked across the street with a creaking groan.

Lucianna watched from the window, dumbfounded, as the tank drove westward.

Hearing the noise, zombies stumbled out from the shadows one after another, only to be ruthlessly crushed by the tank's tracks.

The commotion woke several massive creatures.

Lin Fang couldn't help but frown as he saw a Bio-giant elephant charging toward him. The giant elephant in front was about five meters tall, with its intestines trailing on the ground, creating a powerful visual impact.

Its companions beside it looked slightly more presentable.

Having no intention of a head-on collision, he fired a high-explosive shell, the same caliber as the main gun, accurately at the target. This tank was stocked with 30 high-explosive shells and 30 armor-piercing shells.

Even if they could fly, it would be useless. Unless they could burrow into the ground, death was certain.

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The sound of explosions in the distance caught the attention of a burly, bearded man. Though he didn't know what was happening, the originally desperate Blown Wilder felt a glimmer of hope, praying that the zombies below him would be drawn away by the noise.

But the flesh and blood right in front of them had already driven the zombies into a frenzy. This food was still dripping fresh blood, a scent that served as an excellent appetizer before the meal.

They paused for a moment, then began to howl even more excitedly.

"You animals!" the bearded man shouted desperately from the tree.

"Even in death, a Free Will Warrior won't let you get a single bite! Ptooie!"

His backpack was filled with rations he'd found for his family. Bloom took off his blood-soaked pants. There was a wound over 20 centimeters long on his thigh, deep enough to see the bone. It had been sliced by a sharp piece of scrap metal, and he'd only had time to tie a few strips of cloth around it.

He couldn't go back. Bloom realized this reality after using his pants to secure himself to the tree trunk.

"I'm sorry, Lucianna."

In a daze, Bloom seemed to see his wife frying bacon in the morning light, the fat sizzling in the pan. Indeed, at the end of life, one always remembers the beautiful things...

Drowsiness washed over him. Bloom knew it was due to excessive blood loss, but he could only stare silently toward the east—the direction of home.

After an unknown amount of time...

A distinct vibration jolted Bloom awake. By now, his lips were completely colorless.

"What is that..."

Bloom's eyes widened in astonishment at the lights appearing around the corner, nearly falling off the tree.

It was a monster crushing its way through flesh and bone!

No one could describe the shock in Bloom's heart. The desire to survive instantly flared up, and his dull eyes regained their luster. There must be humans inside; if zombies could drive tanks, the world would be too insane.

But when Bloom saw that menacing muzzle aimed at the base of the tree he was in, he was scared out of his wits.

"Wait! There's someone here!!"

The bearded man shouted with all his might, desperately waving his arms and legs despite the pain, terrified that a shell would be fired in the next second. That would be the most pathetic way to die.

The raised muzzle was slowly lowered.

Lin Fang had wondered why these zombies were throwing a party under the tree; seeing the dancing figure on the branches gave him the answer.

He just didn't know if this was "his" missing father. Lin Fang had wandered around the area for a while and encountered several survivors who had excitedly run out, but after careful questioning, none were the person he was looking for.

As a young man with traditional virtues, Lin Fang didn't hesitate to promise to pick them up on his way back—except for one who had recklessly tried to block his path...

Tsk, that person was no different from a zombie now.

There were about twenty zombies under the tree. The roaring engine left them unsure whether to choose the delicacy above or the tank behind them.

The one behind was clearly bigger.

Lin Fang made the choice for them, driving the ZXK173-300 main battle tank in circles around the base of the tree.

In an instant, the noise vanished.

The tank came to a stop beneath Bloom. Amidst his expectant expression, the hatch on top slowly lifted.

At that moment, the bearded man felt as if he were seeing the light.

"Are you Blown Wilder?"