Chapter 25 Grilled Fish

Even though those girls held makeshift weapons, they were nothing more than iron rods or mop handles with scissors tied to them, completely incapable of defending against the mutated fish hiding in the water.

Fighting back in a panic, many people fell directly into the water, and in an instant, the smell of blood and the struggling crowd attracted even more bloodthirsty mutated fish, which launched even more brutal attacks on those who fell in, their sharp teeth like surgical scalpels, easily tearing large chunks of flesh from the girls.

Mutilated limbs and fragments of internal organs soon floated on the water, but they quickly disappeared as the merfolk and mutated fish fought over them.

A young girl fell in a panic and was immediately surrounded by three merfolk.

Merfolk, the mutated product of those who died after being infected by some mysterious virus.

It can only be said that it is a humanoid creature, its body covered in a thin layer of keratinized purple scales; in fact, if one only looked at the thighs of a female merfolk, it was just like wearing light purple fishnet stockings.

Thin membranes grew between their fingers and toes to allow them to move more flexibly in the water.

As time passed, the scales on their bodies would become thicker and thicker, and the color would become deeper and deeper.

Until they turned into monsters covered in purple scales, with fins on their backs and purple eyes.

These three merfolk had clearly not been born for long, and one could still faintly see their former human characteristics.

They bit and tore frantically, and the girl's screams were soon drowned out by the terrifying sounds of chewing and tearing. Within a few short seconds, she was torn to pieces, and blood sprayed onto the floating bridge like a fountain.

Zhou Yan had originally watched the bloody hunt outside the window with indifference; as a professional killer, he was long accustomed to witnessing death.

He even believed that in the apocalypse, it was simply: "Survival of the fittest."

He had seen too much death, and had even caused much of it himself.

Originally, he believed that in this chaotic apocalypse, self-preservation was the top priority, and superfluous sympathy would only invite destruction.

But now, what made him unable to endure was the almost mocking enjoyment the merfolk displayed while hunting.

They did not seem to be hunting for survival, but rather engaging in a cruel game.

This contempt for treating humans purely as "food" touched something deep within Zhou Yan that transcended his killer's creed—even in his most brutal missions, he had never found pleasure in toying with or abusing his targets.

How humans fight among themselves is their own business, but who the hell are you?

Zhou Yan pulled Wang Zeyu, who was leaning against the window, to the side.

He picked up the AR-15 in his hands, pressed the stock firmly against his shoulder, and adjusted the firing mode to single-shot.

To hell with all the hesitation and weighing of pros and cons!

Humans are human because a certain amount of "altruism" exists in everyone's consciousness.

He was not just saving those strangers, but affirming his own humanity!

The bullets whistled out, accurately hitting the heads of those merfolk.

The water surface immediately exploded with clusters of murky blood.

Zhou Yan's movements did not pause; he quickly changed the magazine, his eyes cold and ruthless, containing not a trace of fluctuation.

The moment Zhou Yan opened fire, Wang Zeyu, Li Meng, and even Zhang Yajing behind him unclenched their tightly gripped small fists, unable to help but heave a long sigh of relief.

Wang Zeyu and Li Meng looked at each other, and both saw a hint of "reassurance" in each other's eyes.

It is difficult to guarantee that a "special person" like Zhou Yan, who possesses heavy firepower, would have empathy for others, but the scene before them clearly showed that Zhou Yan was also a person of flesh and blood, with feelings and righteousness.

Such a person is more worthy of being followed.

Because in a team, a leader's strength is not only used for self-preservation and competing for resources, but also includes the courage and responsibility to lend a helping hand in times of distress.

Zhou Yan's performance at this moment greatly enhanced the cohesion of this "team" and their loyalty to Zhou Yan.

Although the intelligence of the merfolk on the water had not reached the human level, they clearly discovered a certain "pattern."

Soon, a "scientist merfolk" let out a sharp shriek; it had figured out the pattern!

As long as there was an explosion from that building opposite, one of their own kind would die on their side.

A large group of mutated fish floated on the water; Zhou Yan seemed to have angered their entire tribe—the water surface began to churn violently, and countless pairs of purple eyes emerged from the water, staring fixedly at Zhou Yan standing by the window.

They began to accelerate! They swam rapidly towards the building where Zhou Yan was, even if they just rushed up by relying on their speed, relying on those sharp fins and the highly toxic substances on the fins, they could take care of Zhou Yan and his group.

"I really gave you too much face!?"

Seeing all the merfolk and mutated fish starting to target him, Zhou Yan was so angry that he directly put his rifle down by his feet.

Facing the merfolk rushing in like a tide outside the window, a cold, sharp light flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes.

He took a half-step back and grabbed into the void with both hands—a military flamethrower full of oppressive force suddenly appeared!

The three tanks of this flamethrower were placed at Zhou Yan's feet; after all, this kind of thing needed to be carried on the back, and Zhou Yan had just taken it out of the system, so he didn't have time to put it on.

The black main fuel tank had a capacity of 15 liters, with a smaller black propellant tank on each side, connected to the spray gun through a complex valve system.

Zhou Yan picked up the flamethrower, aimed it at the water outside the window, and pulled the trigger.

High-pressure nitrogen violently pushed out the thickened fuel!

Immediately, a roaring dragon of fire rushed towards the water surface!

"Die for me!"

That roaring dragon of fire was full of burning fuel, and the moment it touched the water, the flames instantly spread across the surface.

The school of fish was immediately plunged into a sea of fire; their slime-covered skin was particularly afraid of fire, and quite a few fish were cooked right then and there.

The rest hid in the deep water, not daring to surface.

Suddenly, the air in both Building 17 and Building 16 was filled with a pungent smell of "grilled fish" mixed with fuel.

It was also mixed with the sharp, shrill wails of the merfolk and mutated fish.

The fish were okay; at least they would hide, following animal instinct.

As for those merfolk, Zhou Yan could also see that something was wrong at this moment; they were clearly being controlled by some "creature" or some person, standing on the spot without moving. The burning fuel that stained their bodies just made them stand there and frantically tear at their own skin. This was great; the little bit of fuel that had stuck to them wouldn't have lasted long after burning out, but they had smeared it evenly.

Zhou Yan sprayed twice and then stopped; after all, it was hard to guarantee that these merfolk wouldn't attack him again, so he had to save some fuel just in case!

When Zhou Yan put the flamethrower down by his feet, a large number of charred corpses were floating on the water, and the surviving merfolk had already dived into the deep water, not daring to show their heads.

Zhang Yajing stared at Zhou Yan's back in shock.

Does this man have superpowers?!

Where did he pull such a huge weapon from?

Wang Zeyu swallowed hard, staring at Zhou Yan's back with horror.

Only Li Meng, who had been protected behind the others because he was the thinnest and shortest, saw a different scene. At this moment, in his eyes, outside the window was the water surface burning with raging flames, and in the flames were merfolk and monsters struggling and wailing. Zhou Yan stood at the window, his hands supporting his body casually, and all the terrifying scenes became his background board.

In Li Meng's eyes, he was the most awe-inspiring existence in the apocalypse!

Many people were leaning against the windows in Building 17 opposite, their facial expressions consistent; they were all looking in Zhou Yan's direction in shock. Is this still China?