Chapter 133: Ability Hunter

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

On a street teeming with zombies, a heavy truck with a bulldozer blade smashed through a bloody path, followed by an armored bus packed with children and women, along with several SUVs and pickup trucks; as the convoy fled, its occupants continuously fired guns at the pursuing horde.

“They’re catching up!” the pickup truck driver shouted, staring at his rearview mirror.

“Damn it!” The convoy’s leader, a middle-aged man with blood trickling from his forehead, sat in the passenger seat of an SUV, watching the endless wave of zombies surging ahead—he gritted his teeth. “Why are all these zombies converging on us?”

“Rocket launcher!”

Came the shout over the radio.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a shrill whistling sound pierced the air.

SHOOOM! BOOM!

The rear SUV exploded violently, its body flipped over by the firestorm, its occupants instantly reduced to flaming balls.

“Ah-Jie! Li Qian!!”

The middle-aged man screamed in panic, but the radio fell silent.

“Let’s fight them to the death!!”

His eyes glowed, deep red scales emerging along his neck and cheeks, his hands transforming into tyrannosaur-like claws—he flung open the door and scrambled onto the roof.

The other team members, eyes blazing with fury, instantly raised over a dozen guns and opened fire at the dark, crushing horde behind them.

Several hundred meters behind, three black heavy trucks, painted with green graffiti, were followed by over a dozen armored, razor-edged war vehicles; the rocket launcher was wielded by a yellow-haired man covered in tattoos, who, even in this apocalypse, still had a cigarette dangling from his lips, grinning maniacally as he leaned out from the SUV’s roof, watching the destroyed vehicle ahead with gleeful excitement.

“Hahaha! Hit it! Hit it!” He slapped the roof as he spoke. “Boss, tell Luoluo to push harder—completely block them off!”

The driver was a bald man in his early thirties, his face shadowed and cold—he was the leader of this quartet, Qiu Long.

He smiled faintly, picked up the radio, and spoke lazily: “Slow down, slow down—we’re entering Yubei City. Don’t attract too many zombies or we’ll trigger a chain reaction.”

“Boss, why slow down?!” The yellow-haired man frowned.

“You don’t get it.” Qiu Long’s gaze turned icy as he watched the fleeing prey. “It’s better they clear the path for us. They can’t escape. The chase itself is what’s thrilling.”

“Hehehe, got it, got it.”

On the lead truck, a fat man was driving, and beside him sat a punk-style woman with purple hair and a lip piercing; upon hearing the radio message, the seductive green glow of her ability slowly faded.

She glanced at the fat man. “Did you hear? Slow down.”

“Got it.” The fat man pursed his lips, feigning cheerfulness, but a flicker of anger passed through his eyes.

If Lin Xian were here, he’d recognize this fat man—he was Zhou Lei, the convoy leader who had shot Qian Yu in the back at the Beiwan checkpoint that night, stolen the vehicle, and fled. He appeared simple and honest, but his eyes gleamed with cruelty.

That night, he escaped with his team because the massive hordes of monsters and zombies had been drawn to the checkpoint, leaving him a narrow window to flee.

After seizing half the Black Jiao convoy’s supplies and merging them with his original men, his group had grown significantly during their escape, even recruiting a subordinate with a grotesque limb ability—his force had become sizable. But halfway, they were ambushed by the Black Crow Quartet, who swallowed his entire convoy whole. To survive, he knelt and became a dog, now serving as the driver of Vehicle One.

The purple-haired woman beside him was Luoluo, the third-ranked member of the Black Crow Quartet. Zhou Lei had witnessed her ability—she was a demoness who could incite certain zombies into a frenzy, triggering chain reactions to attack targets—utterly insane.

As Luoluo’s ability controlled them, the zombies surging toward the front convoy slightly diminished—but the massive chaos already unleashed on the streets had escaped her control; the number of zombies drawn into the chase between both convoys kept growing.

TATATAT!

The battle intensified—the heavy truck crushed skulls under its treads!

Qiu Long spotted an ability user climbing onto the lead vehicle’s roof, then leaping down with astonishing speed, sprinting toward their convoy—he sneered. “A beast-form? Still unevolved. What a waste of time.”

He picked up the radio: “Guo Er, yours.”

“Understood!”

No sooner had the words ended than the passenger door of another truck opened; a long-haired youth, his face gaunt as if drugged, suddenly leapt out. Just as others expected him to fall into the zombie horde, a pair of gray-black bird wings burst from his back—WHUMP!—and he shot into the sky at blinding speed, then dove straight toward the middle-aged beast-form ability user.

“Grandpa’s here to teach you a lesson!” He shrieked, hurtling forward with a gust of wind. The charging middle-aged ability user, seeing him approach, roared in fury, stomped the ground, and slashed his clawed hand toward the bird-man!

WHOOSH!

The force tore through the air—but Guo Er didn’t dodge. He simply punched forward, blocking the full force of the claw strike.

SPARK!

A flash of sparks erupted—the middle-aged man gasped in shock. His claw felt like it had struck metal. Closer inspection revealed the man’s right hand gleamed with metallic luster and mechanical joints.

“Mechanical prosthesis?!”

“Pathetic!” The bird-man sneered, then lunged in, seizing the middle-aged man’s throat. With a powerful flap of his wings, he lifted him into the air, carried by a gale.

“Aaaahhh!!”

The middle-aged man thrashed violently, his scales spreading across his body as he began fully transforming—he grabbed the bird-man’s mechanical arm with one hand and swung his other claw toward the man’s abdomen.

!

Guo Er had no intention of giving him such an opening. Mid-flight, he simply released his grip and dropped him.

THUD!

Before he even hit the ground, he was slammed from behind by an oncoming truck.

“Oooooo!!”

This bloody spectacle drew wild cheers from the purple-haired woman and her subordinates. The middle-aged ability user hadn’t even landed a single counterattack—he was crushed into a nearby shop by the impact, his fate unknown.

The bird-man hovering above grinned wickedly: “A beast-form, huh? Wonder if it’ll trigger my ability’s evolution. Doesn’t matter—I’ll test more. I refuse to believe I can’t find a suitable one...”

“Hm?”

As he prepared to dive down, he suddenly noticed something—his gaze snapped to the distance.

On a large railway track several streets away, an armored train raced forward, followed by dozens of vehicles.

Guo Er’s eyes turned cold. He pulled out a radio.

“Boss, guess what? We’ve got company—it’s that train that stopped at Juanguan.”

In the SUV, hearing the radio, Qiu Long’s expression changed.

“Oh? What a coincidence...”

“Boss!” The yellow-haired man slid back into the vehicle, scowling. “Last time, that Jiang Yun guy let all those fat fish slip away. We’ve got to settle that score!”

“Of course I know what I’m doing. Do you think I’m an idiot?”

Qiu Long sneered, picked up the radio: “Luoluo, make the zombies break up that convoy. Everyone, turn ahead...”

“Move in close!”

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(End of Chapter)