Chapter 769: Last Will

The negotiations lasted 17 seconds, mainly handled by Zhang Yong and Zhuang Yan.

Of course, only they could do it.

After all, Lin An seemed to have said only one sentence to the "reckless" Zhang Tie, then silently disappeared.

After the negotiations began, humans seemed to return to a rational state, confirming a new distribution ratio in the fast-paced talk.

There was no argument, only a naked comparison of strength.

Just like dividing loot while holding guns.

All disputes and time-wasting farces forever occur before the question of whether they can monopolize.

They are willing to waste precious point‑grinding time, wasting an hour or even half a day, in order to kill others and monopolize.

But they absolutely refuse to waste points that are clearly "in hand".

When everyone realized they could only abide by the allocation, they began to care about how much they could take.

"35%, the first batch of entrants, Lin An's team goes in first, then the second round enters to grind 70%, and thereafter they proceed in order!"

The Awakened One chosen as the representative of the Northern Europe War Zone stared fixedly at Zhuang Yan.

This is their greatest concession.

They have already been very merciful and generous.

These points should have been entirely theirs.

So what if the monster was dealt with by Lin An?

The apocalypse isn't like attending school; whoever gets the answer right gets the high score.

The apocalypse is a jungle devoid of morality and rules; the hunter who kills the prey can just as easily be killed by others, who then seize the dead deer on the ground.

Morality? Conscience? Gratitude?

This thing is really too luxurious.

For the survivors who have lived to this point, they will only bring out these things when they are beneficial to themselves.

From Lin An luring away the monster, to the outbreak of battle, then to the negotiations.

The whole process took about 1 minute and 1 second.

In one minute's time, so many things happened, which was unimaginable before the apocalypse.

But after the apocalypse, the Awakened Ones' physical condition is like a fast‑forward machine, allowing everyone to have long adapted to the dense, rain‑like outbreak of events within a unit of time.

One second they were walking on the road, the next second they were killed by a mutant.

Everyone has become accustomed to entering and ending a battle state at any moment.

"Promise them, Zhang Yong..."

His voice low, Zhuang Yan nodded, indicating that Zhang Yong beside him should agree.

If we waste more time, no one knows what might happen.

Lin An gave no reply, and Zhang Tie, who had originally been the focus of everyone's attention, now merely crouched at the edge of the crowd like an old man, silent and constantly playing with the wolf‑tooth club in his hand.

He looked up.

Zhang Yong felt a nameless anger welling up in his chest, while Fiona beside him clenched her lips, feeling that the people before him were utterly strange.

One of them had always stayed in the Military Region and had not really survived in the true apocalypse.

The other gained power as soon as the apocalypse broke out, gathering a large group of like‑minded Awakened Ones through personal charisma.

They knew what humanity would do after the apocalypse, but knowing is not the same as seeing.

Zhang Yong clenched his fists, his pupils reflecting the crowded throng.

These people showed impatience, and many even looked at them with hostility.

Just one minute before, these people were still panicking and at a loss, afraid that monsters would rush out and slaughter them.

The timid even gave up their trial qualifications and fled early.

But now.

They seem to have boundless courage and high morale.

The reason is simple.

This time, their enemy is human.

They were certain Lin An would not dare abandon the monster, and certain Lin An could only agree to the plan.

"Good!"

Closing his eyes, Zhang Yong agreed with a heavy heart, no longer hesitating.

He also had no qualification to hesitate.

The commander of the Huaxia Detachment seemed to stand on his side, but in fact was not steadfast.

In the military's eyes, he was actually no longer considered one of their own.

"Then let's do it this way!"

Seeing this, Zhuang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly arranged for everyone to prepare to grind points.

Among the major war zones there was also no objection, but many people privately began communicating about whether they could replicate Lin An's method.

The first batch, also the Awakened Ones from Lin An's team as agreed, entered the secret room.

Zhang Yong and Fiona chose to enter the second batch, worried that something unexpected might happen to Lin An.

Unexpectedly, after Zhang Tie initially lashed out in violent rage, he subsequently seemed to become a different person, saying nothing more and directly following the first batch team inside.

Originally, the two of them thought they would have to persuade this simpleton.

It seems Zhang Tie's reckless strike was not merely due to being provoked?

Thinking of the strange wounds on Xiong Hanzi when he fought, Zhang Yong couldn't help but think a lot.

Standing in place, waiting.

He silently watched the crowd anxiously waiting to brush points, his eyes dark and gloomy.

No one knew, down below.

He seemed to somewhat understand Lin An.

Before today, he privately still did not understand Lin An's approach toward the military.

His following, or perhaps wanting to exert his own strength, was purely because he saw the possibility of hope in Lin An.

Fundamentally, he remained loyal to the capital at heart.

But now.

A nameless sentiment sprouted deep within his heart.

What is... righteousness?

"Lin Dui, we've come in."

Team channel.

Contrary to the norm.

Zhang Tie, who followed the team into the secret room, upon entering put away his expression and instead let out a cold laugh.

He did not tell Zhang Yong and the others that Lin An had already predicted this scene before luring away the monster.

Everything had been arranged long ago.

The provocation was real, and the killing was real.

But, regardless of whether Zhuang Yan steps in to mediate, he will eventually stop.

Every survivor inside the labyrinth was, in Lin An's eyes, a moving point can.

Both he and Lin An clearly understood that no matter how many points were taken, this group would oppose.

Hoping they have conscience is less hopeful than hoping everyone is Fiona.

So, from the beginning, he held no hope for the crowd at all.

(It's fine, remember their appearance.)

(In the death match, we'll take it back...)

(First, casually kill a few who are jumping for joy, then stop and negotiate.)

(I just need a reason...)

Seeing Lin An's long‑ago instructions, Zhang Tie curled his lip, then shouldered the bloody instrument and waved it around wildly.

He had followed Lin An for so long and experienced so many high‑difficulty missions.

If he were still the reckless big oaf he used to be, that would be a grave underestimation.

Lin Dui's meaning is simple.

Too many cannot die, otherwise triggering some labyrinth mechanism would be troublesome.

Zhang Tie himself could indeed grit his teeth and slowly wear down this bunch.

But their lives are still useful.

According to speculation, lingering long in the secret room to brush points will inevitably deepen the impression of the Weeping Angel.

Here, one cannot stay long.

Unlike what Zhang Yong imagined, each person's point‑brushing round secretly has strict limits.

Relying on the extra reaction granted by his talent, Lin An and the Weeping Angel behind him pulled apart a hundred‑meter distance.

The destination was locked onto Room 1875.

To completely destroy the Weeping Angel, one must find a normal version of the monster.

All the way in a frantic run.

He unexpectedly saw a "living person" ahead.

That was an officer from the Huaxia War Zone, sitting paralyzed on the ground.

The officer, half of his body stuck to the ground, had dim eyes; were it not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, he would look like a corpse.

He heard the sound, his cloudy eyes turning toward Lin An.

As if, he had been waiting all along.