193: Both responsible and established

“Hiss!” Nineteen Mao gasped, staring at Pan Han.

What was this guy trying to do? Was he really that kind? Why was his gaze so strange? A series of thoughts flashed through Nineteen Mao’s mind.

“Your gaze…” Nineteen Mao asked.

“Lewd?” Pan Han continued, leering.

“Yes!”

“Heh heh! Take it quickly. Don’t be polite.” Pan Han stopped wasting words, grabbed a machine gun, ammunition, and grenades, and ran off.

Nineteen Mao was left alone, dumbfounded.

“My heavens! He actually shared weapons with someone else?”

At the live broadcast, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

Cheng Xiao cheered, silently praising Pan Han!

“Trial participant Nineteen Mao, you can take the remaining weapons; this is allowed by the rules,” the commentator prompted.

“Pan Han! I’ll remember you. I’ll repay this favor sooner or later! I’ve roamed the apocalypse for so many years, and I never owe anyone!” Nineteen Mao said to the departing Pan Han with resentment.

Pan Han carried his equipment, running and locating his position.

He spotted about a dozen red dots in a tall building, so he adjusted his direction and sprinted towards it.

He planned to use the weapons he had to clear out a batch of zombies, get the supplies at the next red dot, and then, by analogy, try to clear out all the zombies in the entire building.

The building looked a bit old; it was probably a library before, solid, solemn, and grand.

Pan Han arrived at the entrance, where there was a building layout map indicating all the rooms and passages.

“Good heavens! The building area is as high as 2 million square meters. This must hide a hundred thousand zombies! I hope the blind box gives me something good!” Pan Han held his machine gun ready and charged in.

“You motherfucker!” Just inside the door, Pan Han was stunned by the sight before him, and a curse slipped out!

In front of him stood a dense crowd of child zombies.

“What the hell! Where did they find so many children?” Pan Han swallowed, his hands hesitating slightly.

At this moment, all Trial participants’ wristbands vibrated.

“Trial participants have triggered a hidden prompt: Different types of zombies correspond to different scores. Normal zombies are one point, and other types of zombies have their own coefficients.”

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“Good heavens! Why didn’t they say so earlier! So the most common zombies count as one, and special types of zombies have multipliers!”

“This way, it makes sense! Billions of zombies might not mean that many actual zombies, but a total of 10 billion points.”

“Holy crap! Doesn’t that mean there could be a zombie worth 100,000 points? Haha, that’s awesome!”

“Twelve Palaces, you are so perverted, but I like it!”

After receiving the message, the Trial participants spoke up one after another.

After Pan Han received the group prompt, he also received a separate prompt: “Child zombies count as five points.”

“Ha, a chance to turn the tables has come! Sorry, little darlings! Uncle will send you on your way!” After saying that, machine gun bullets poured out.

These small zombies were weak; one bullet could usually penetrate three or four of them.

In an instant, a blood mist rose before Pan Han, and mangled flesh flew everywhere.

The child zombies shrieked and swarmed forward.

Pan Han moved left and right, shooting and jumping, occasionally throwing out two grenades.

And his counter was ticking wildly: 2720, 3000, 3320…

“Haha! Come on, little brats!” Pan Han grew more excited as he fought, his gun barrel turning red.

Soon, only the last 200-round belt was left.

Corpses lay piled at his feet, and blood flowed like a river!

“I’m done playing; time to loot.” Pan Han slowed his pace, conserving ammunition, and began heading towards the next red dot.

Thousands of small zombies followed behind him.

“Blind box open!” Pan Han opened it and found a titanium alloy chainsaw, complete with a twenty-liter fuel can.

“Heh heh heh! Isn’t this good luck?” Pan Han fired all his bullets and threw all his grenades.

Then he jumped onto a desk, raised the chainsaw high with one hand, and pulled the chain with the other!

“Thump thump thump thump!” The engine started, and the chainsaw spun wildly.

Looking at the score displayed on his wristband, Pan Han’s eyes gradually became greedy, and his mind began to twist.

It was as if the things before him were not zombies, but score-boosting straw, all needing to be cut down.

4000!

5000!

8000!

10000!

20000!

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Pan Han killed and killed and killed all the way!

Finally, he killed all the small zombies.

The final score was: 23560.

“Hoo hoo hoo!” Throwing away the chainsaw and wiping off the blood, Pan Han panted heavily.

Suddenly, as if exhausted, he plopped down onto the ground.

“This is so fucking messed up!”

“You motherfucker!”

He cursed loudly, growing more vigorous with each curse.

The broadcast hall screen cut to him, and the scene was in an uproar; the audience seemed to be infected by Pan Han’s emotions, criticizing the organizers for being too perverse.

“Hey, Twelve Palaces, aren’t you going too far with this?” A viewer, unable to hold back, questioned the commentator on the spot.

“Excuse me, have you never killed small zombies?” The commentator said indifferently!

“But not like this!” The person continued to question.

“Dear audience! Excuse me, did we force the Trial participants to kill them?” As soon as he said this, the scene instantly fell silent.

“If he couldn’t do it, he could have left!” The commentator straightened his collar and continued to press.

“He could have chosen not to be greedy for the five-times score. Wanting the score and then calling others perverse! That’s unreasonable!”

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What he said made so much sense, it was impossible to refute!

“So, dear audience, let’s watch the match,” the commentator said with a pout, seeing that he had easily resolved the situation.

At this time, the live score display updated the rankings again:

No. 1: 220,000 points

No. 2: 188,000 points

No. 3: 96,000 points

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No. 101: 23560 points.

Pan Han had been killing for so long, yet he hadn’t even made it into the top 100!

“What kind of strange creature is Big Brother? How is his score so high?” Pan Han looked at the wristband prompt, completely baffled!

The live audience was also shocked by Big Brother!

“What the hell, he couldn’t have encountered a zombie worth a hundred times the points, could he?”

“Impossible, absolutely impossible! The Trial has only been going on for less than an hour, how did he do it?”

“This guy must be cheating!”

“Is the national team playing now! How can they be so ruthless!”

Pan Han also received a prompt, glanced at it, and almost slipped.

“That’s outrageous! 220,000 points. If this continues, I won’t get a single point in this round!” Suddenly, a sense of urgency seized him, and Pan Han immediately got up and ran to the next red dot.

The discomfort and guilt he felt earlier were now completely gone!

I’m here for the Evolution Potion; whoever stands in my way, I’ll kill them!

Given that the library zombies had been cleared, he decided to sweep all the remaining red dots first, organize his equipment, and then leave.

Soon, he piled all ten boxes in the hall.

“It’s time for the much-anticipated blind box opening!” Pan Han clapped the dust off his hands and sat down to open them.

“Military knife?”

“Toilet brush?”

“Ear pick?”

He opened nine in a row, all useless items. Pan Han frowned; had his good luck run out?

“Last one! If this doesn’t work, I’m out.” Pan Han pursed his lips, looking at a huge box.

Creak, the blind box opened.

“Holy crap!!!!!!!”