130: Chapter 130: Third Battle in the Zombie Zone, Encounter with the Supply Station Again

The wheels of the dream chaser rolled over solidified chunks of magma, emitting a muffled "creak." Under the dim red sky, the outline of the zombie zone gradually became clear—it was an abandoned freight station where rusted shipping containers were piled crookedly. Dozens of zombies were roaring around the containers, their rotten arms occasionally slapping against the metal sheets. Two speed-type mutants were particularly eye-catching; their limbs were twisted out of shape, yet they could weave through the zombie horde at a speed akin to a light jog.

"There are 12 ordinary zombies hiding behind the shipping container on the left, and two speed mutants are wandering in the middle. Be careful not to let them flank us." Li Mubai's voice came from the passenger seat. The Star Rail on his shoulder glowed with faint light patterns, projecting the detected image onto the small light screen in the cockpit.

Zhang Hao slowly parked the dream chaser a hundred meters away from the freight station. The mechanical claw on the truck bed had already been raised, its blade glinting coldly in the dim light. "Chen Rui, use the flamethrower to clear the front row of zombies first and lure the mutants out; Zhao Hu, get your mechanical claw ready."

Chen Rui immediately climbed onto the roof of the vehicle, gripping the operating handle of the flamethrower with his hands, his knuckles turning white from the effort. As he pressed the firing button, a crimson tongue of fire instantly erupted, lashing out like a scorching whip at the zombie horde at the entrance of the freight station. The three zombies in the front row were instantly engulfed in flames, their rotten skin emitting a "sizzling" sound as it charred. Black smoke mixed with the stench of rot drifted up, and the zombie horde that had been surrounding the containers instantly became agitated, surging toward the direction of the dream chaser.

"They're coming!" Zhao Hu operated the mechanical claw, reaching for the mutants that had made a Breakthrough past the flamethrower, but the speed-type zombies dodged several of his attempts. "I can't hit them at all!" Zhao Hu roared.

"Zhao Hu, use the incendiary bombs!" Zhang Hao's voice came from the driver's seat. Zhao Hu's eyes lit up. He hoisted a crate of incendiary bombs filled with corpse oil, ripped the box open, and grabbed a transparent glass bottle—the corpse oil inside was a murky yellow, and the cotton wick at the bottle's mouth was already soaked in alcohol. He rolled up his sleeves, the veins on his arms bulging red from his Giant Strength Berserk Talent, his muscles taut like a fully drawn bowstring. Just as the two speed mutants broke through the zombie horde and lunged toward the truck bed, Zhao Hu threw the incendiary bomb with all his might. The glass bottle traced a precise arc in the air and smashed with a "bang" at the feet of the mutants.

The flames exploded instantly. The Supply Station's incendiary bombs featured black technology for "compressed explosion" and "powerful combustion." A wave of heat washed over Zhao Hu's body as pale blue flames engulfed the two mutants that had been blasted away. They let out piercing roars, attempting to rush out of the sea of fire, but their path was blocked by the ordinary zombies surging in from behind. Chen Rui seized the opportunity to adjust the angle of the flamethrower, sweeping the tongue of fire across the edge of the fire sea, forcing the zombies attempting to escape back into the flames. Lin Wan stood beside the soul containment device, her fingertips glowing with a pale pink purification aura. While dispelling the stench of rot in the air, she kept her eyes fixed on the jumping numbers on the screen—every time a zombie was eliminated, the "Soul count" would jump up by one, slowly climbing from the initial 246 toward 326.

After clearing the first zombie zone, the dream chaser continued forward. It wasn't long before the second zombie zone appeared ahead on the highway—it was a collapsed section of the road where the surface had split into huge gullies, with magma seeping out from them. Dozens of zombies were shuffling along the scorching ground. Among them, three gray-skinned hardened mutants were particularly conspicuous; their skin seemed to be covered in a layer of Rock, and the collisions of ordinary zombies could leave no marks on them at all.

"Hardened mutants, their skin defense is strong, the flamethrower can't achieve a Breakthrough." Chen Rui shouted. Li Mubai's Star Orbit Deduction shimmered with a faint light, "They are moving in our direction, but their speed is very slow."

Zhang Hao stopped the vehicle steadily and swept his gaze over the truck bed: "Zhao Hu, throw the incendiary bombs first to scatter the ordinary zombies and isolate the hardened mutants; Chen Rui, focus your firepower on burning one at a time, making a Breakthrough one by one."

Zhao Hu nodded. This time, he grabbed three incendiary bombs at once, pulling his arm back to the limit, his muscles trembling slightly from the exertion. "Watch me!" He abruptly let go, and the three incendiary bombs flew out simultaneously, landing in three different corners of the zombie horde. The moment the flames exploded, the ordinary zombies were blown away by the heat wave, and the three hardened mutants were instantly exposed to view. They stopped, let out a low roar toward the dream chaser, and began to charge with heavy strides.

Chen Rui immediately adjusted the flamethrower to maximum power, the crimson tongue of fire coalescing into a beam that landed precisely on the chest of the hardened mutant in the front. The flames licked at its gray skin, making a "crackle" sound, and charred marks gradually appeared on the surface. Zhao Hu continued to throw incendiary bombs, keeping the ordinary zombies that tried to approach at bay. Lin Wan's purification aura constantly enveloped the truck bed, preventing the stench of the zombies from affecting the group's state. On the screen of the soul containment device, the number had already climbed to 409.

"Breakthrough achieved!" Chen Rui shouted. He saw a gap crack open in the chest skin of that hardened mutant, and the flames snaked through the gap into its body. It let out a shrill roar and collapsed with a crash. Seeing this, the remaining two hardened mutants actually picked up speed slightly. Zhao Hu immediately grabbed two incendiary bombs and threw them, aiming at their legs—the moment the flames exploded, the skin on the mutants' legs was scorched and cracked, and their movements slowed down significantly. Chen Rui seized the opportunity to switch targets, sweeping the tongue of fire across the neck of the second mutant. Not long after, all three hardened mutants were eliminated.

The third zombie zone was located at a dozen giant trucks carrying shipping containers that had collided and overturned on the highway. Hundreds of zombies were trapped in the twisted containers, with only a few dozen lucky ones squeezing out through gaps in individual containers. More zombies could only stick their arms or heads out through the gaps, roaring toward the highway. There were no mutants this time, but the number of zombies far exceeded the first two locations, totaling nearly two hundred.

"Charge straight through, use the mechanical claw to grab the wandering zombies, and spray the flamethrower into the gaps of the containers!" Zhang Hao gave the order decisively. The engine of the dream chaser roared as it charged toward the highway bridge. The mechanical claw on the truck bed instantly activated, continuously grabbing zombies and throwing them into the corpse incinerator at the rear; the corpse oil gauge on the side of the furnace slowly rose.

Chen Rui's flamethrower spewed fire frantically. The zombies stuck in the gaps of the containers burned and carbonized, while the zombies trapped inside the containers clawed over the bodies of their dead companions to squeeze toward the gaps, and in this way, they cleared the containers one by one, each filled with zombies. Zhao Hu stood at the edge of the truck bed, occasionally throwing incendiary bombs to clear out zombies hiding in the blind spots of the road. Lin Wan's fingertips remained pressed against the soul containment device, the numbers on the screen jumping rapidly, finally stopping at 608—the corpse oil gauge also settled at 31.0 units, and the dream coins simultaneously rose to 608.

Just as the group had finished clearing the third zombie zone and continued forward for half an hour, Li Mubai suddenly sat up straight, and the Star Rail on his shoulder lit up with blinding light patterns: "Ahead! There's a reflection from a Supply Station!"

The group looked ahead. Under the dim red sky, a sci-fi building made of ultra-white glass stood abruptly by the side of the highway. The glass curtain wall reflected the light of the magma, like a transparent icicle that had appeared out of thin air in the apocalypse—it was the Supply Station of the God of Technology. The clean sci-fi building and the chaotic Doomsday Highway were exceptionally conspicuous in this world.