Chapter 673: Broadcasting Building

The next morning, the early morning sun was slightly cool.

Feeling the suddenly cold weather, Lin An lightly exhaled a warm breath, his expression relaxed as he swung onto a stylish racing motorcycle.

Its entire body was bright red, with misty spiritual energy occasionally spreading slowly.

Having accompanied AnXia all night, amidst the little girl's reluctance, he then set out to investigate Linjiang City.

After a rare night of rest, he also got Zhang Tie to voluntarily contribute a prestige vehicle.

This guy, relying on his thick skin and tough flesh, also looked down on ordinary equipment.

After exchanging for a pair of gloves, he then used the remaining prestige points to exchange for a large amount of strange props and a heap of 'delicacies'.

Following the principle of not wasting, Lin An simply had him exchange a vehicle for himself.

Of course, the reward was to have Colonel Chu go easy on him.

Don't overdo the flourishes.

Amid Xiong Hanzi's resentful expression, Lin An mounted the motorcycle and sped off.

"Magnetic Burst Speed (blue props, vehicle)"

"Self-adjusting micro spiritual power drive, maximum speed 800 km/h."

"Features: noise suppression (quiet), weapon mount (3), low-recoil steering."

"Item review: the person flies ahead, the soul chases behind."

The blue vehicle exchanged for 200 prestige points was quite luxurious.

If it weren't that there was nothing good to exchange for a while, and the desired setups started at seven or eight thousand points, Lin An would also be reluctant.

Although the speed couldn't match his full burst, after thinking about it,

Lin An still wasn't used to running on his own two feet.

Anyway, if he really needed to burst with speed, he could just store the motorcycle in his ring.

For everyday commuting, a vehicle is still needed.

Feeling the unique low rumble of the spiritual power engine, the wind tore past his face.

Lin An's mood was quite good for a moment.

The noise was very low, similar to an electric motor running.

He had wanted to bring Mo Ling, but heard that little Mo Ling had run to the vicinity of Huanjiang Military Region, saying he wanted to hunt a second-level mutant.

So, Lin An simply gave a few instructions and then gave up.

On the potholed road into the city, a crimson lightning flashed and vanished.

After altering his appearance with Milai's scalpel, Lin An now looked somewhat delicate and handsome.

Although he didn't care about his whereabouts, he also didn't really want to reveal his abilities in front of outsiders.

You should know, every piece of his current information is astronomically priced.

Everyone wants to know what his skills and talents actually are.

Therefore, any survivor who runs into him is like a paparazzi, hating not to follow him and record video.

He passed over the scattered corpse horde.

The speeding motorcycle instantly passed through the obstruction.

Only a zombie that had just reacted remained, raising its head to howl at the taillight.

On the road, wrecked cars could be seen everywhere.

Rust stains blotched, and dried dark-red bloodstains clung to the ground like plaster.

Clumps of unknown human tissue were crushed into sheets.

From the northern city expressway he entered the city, then headed to the Broadcasting TV Station.

The route was the same as that of the earlier missing search team.

Time flew by; seeing the familiar yet somewhat dilapidated cityscape appear before his eyes, Lin An couldn't help but feel a tinge of nostalgia.

It's been a long time... since he last came back.

At the far end of his vision, a hundred-meter-tall building bore red-and-white flags.

It was clear that this was a distress signal put up by survivors trapped inside the building.

Only, the windows beside it were obviously mostly destroyed.

It must have been not long ago when a mutant climbed up the building and slipped inside.

Recalling the approximate coordinates Chu An had sketched out, Lin An's eyes showed thought.

It should be, the building to the right.

A logistics transfer point, with the Broadcasting Building beside it.

"Roar!!"

Zombies howled.

Not far away, inside the abandoned gas station, a few zombies with only their upper bodies smelled the scent of the living.

The gutted abdominal cavity, with long intestines dragging on the ground, the pelvis scraping the surface.

Arms alternating quickly, they charged at him like walking.

Flesh and blood wore dark-red traces.

Looking at the zombie's attire, it seemed to be a truck driver.

The sudden charge of a zombie did not cause any change in Lin An's expression.

He frowned slightly; three weak mental blasts instantly blew the zombie into a pile of fragments.

The exploded skull was flung by the blast force onto the gas station's billboard, where it became lodged directly.

It looked somewhat cute.

He slightly shook his head.

Looking at the horde of zombies drawn not far away, Lin An, without hesitation, twisted the throttle and instantly charged into the Corpse Horde.

Like striking a bowling ball.

Under the motorcycle's high-speed charge, the Corpse Horde was blasted open a bloody path.

Linjiang City Broadcasting Building.

On the bronze-colored sign, rust stains were mottled.

A half-hanging corpse, unknown how it climbed up while alive, the corpse with only two legs left swayed in the wind.

Wind-blown and sun-baked, it was like dried sausage.

On the 17th floor, in the dim hallway.

A middle-aged man holding a delicate porcelain plate, his beard stubbled.

He gently knocked on the heavy door, his tone soft.

"Xiao Xuan, it's time to eat..."

Faint light shone on the edge of the long corridor; the man hidden in the shadows, his posture somewhat stooped.

Again and again and again.

The person inside seemed not to have heard; only the man's calling voice sounded.

Standing at the doorway.

The man furrowed his brows, looking at the fresh meat chunks in the plate, on which was also squeezed the salad his daughter loved most.

Was it cooked too well?

Xiao Xuan doesn't like this taste?

In silence.

The man carefully pushed open the door.

In the dark room, only a small silhouette could be seen.

"Xiao Xuan..."

"Have a bite; if you don't like this taste, Dad will make another..."

The man lovingly held the plate and walked to the black shadow's side, gently stroking its long hair,

No answer.

In the cold room, only the heavy breathing could be heard.

The man glanced at the toy thrown on the ground, hesitated a moment, then picked it up.

He set down the plate and sighed.

"Cough-cough"

Not knowing if the cold air had irritated his breathing, the man couldn't help but start coughing.

His already stooped frame looked even older.

The coughing ended.

"Pat"

The porcelain plate was suddenly swept to the ground by the black shadow, the food stained with salad getting dust on it.

Seeing the black shadow suddenly lose its temper, the man shuddered all over.

For a moment.

"Xiao Xuan..."

"You don't like eating this... Dad will get you another..."

Seeing the black shadow unmoved, the man muttered to himself.

He covered his bandaged abdomen and limped out of the room.

"Xiao Xuan... are you blaming Dad..."

"Dad... will definitely find a way to compensate you..."

"Click-clack"

The door was closed.

The breeze from the pressure change stirred, moving the long hair of the black shadow sitting at the bedside.