Chapter 490: Hard Bone? (Can

How many people are in Absolute Justice going to the Auto Park, and what are their weapons? Give details!

Zhang Su asked the question, and several members of the Yanluojuntuan beside him straightened their postures—they were about to get serious.

Cao Duoliang stared at the zombie limbs crackling in the stove and began recalling: "There were… about thirty-two people. I saw five handguns, all small caliber—probably old police-issue guns! Many of Absolute Justice's people were busy hauling stuff, so I don't know their exact situation, but I figure the laborers wouldn't be armed. Most carried homemade threaded steel rods, iron spears, or cleavers—basic one per person. The fighters themselves had decent skills; they'd clearly trained before. They took down the few knights guarding the Auto Park in seconds…"

In the Apocalypse Corps, ordinary combat members are called knights. Team leaders like Fan Dahai have their own titles, while Yang Xin is the commander of the Apocalypse Knight Corps.

"Thirty-two people, five handguns? They actually dared to launch a cross-region operation?"

Zhang Su turned to look at his companions, his eyes filled with confusion—were they being too cautious, or were the people in the city just ridiculously bold?

"They're definitely hiding their strength!"

Chen Hanzhou was the first to shake his head in disbelief—this force was far too weak.

Zheng Xinyu nodded vigorously: "Exactly! I don't believe it either!"

"Big brother, these guys planned this in advance—we've got to be careful!" Zhao De was unusually cautious; it was his father-in-law's constant advice.

Yang Xin saw the Tianshama people hesitating and grew anxious: "Absolute Justice does have a lot of people. The development zone is vast and sparsely populated—many fled there at the start of the disaster. But their weapons are truly scarce. They've seized warehouses and some production resources, but haven't had time to convert them into weapons yet!"

"Don't rush, Old Yang!"

Zhang Su firmly patted Yang Xin's shoulder and said: "You've already made the decision to join Tianshama on behalf of the Apocalypse Corps. Those brothers and sisters you've never met are now part of Tianshama—I won't abandon them!"

I won't abandon them! Those simple words carried immense weight! "On behalf of all the Auto Park branch members, I thank the King of Hell. God will surely bless you; glory shall forever…"

"Enough, enough—King of Hell and God? Are you mixing religions? I don't believe in anything, but thanks for your blessing."

With that, Zhang Su stood up, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Liu Yao: "Old Liu, you've got to fight in this battle."

"Me? Of course! It's my duty!"

Liu Yao had instinctively wanted to refuse, but he immediately realized—could he refuse? "Little Ma, gather everyone immediately and wait for the King of Hell's orders!"

"Yes, right away!"

Ma Xiyu knew there was no room for hesitation—he sprinted out of the classroom.

"Zhu, you and Hanzhou stay at the kindergarten and handle personnel records. I…"

"Don't you dare bullshit me!"

Zhao De's eyebrows twitched. He'd been sitting on a desk, but now he jumped down violently, shaking the floor. "You're not taking me on such an important mission? I'm not going!"

"Brother Su, Zhu's right—he used to kill fish with a knife. You really think he can handle paperwork? I used to hold pens, but I've only got one arm—I can't do records. Let Sister Zheng stay here; she's the best fit."

Chen Hanzhou's head shook with blurred motion—he'd trained relentlessly, not to hide in the camp.

Zheng Xinyu glared at Zhao De and Chen Hanzhou: "Hey, what nonsense are you two spouting? I'm going with Brother Su!"

"Alright, since everyone wants to go, then we all go!"

Zhang Su felt the kindergarten branch's recruitment had gone smoothly; there was no need to rush the next steps.

"Report, King of Hell—the kindergarten branch is fully assembled. Awaiting orders!"

Outside the kindergarten gate, Liu Yao reattached his bullet belt. He still thought "kindergarten" sounded unimpressive—it made him feel weak saying it. But behind him, over twenty men stood alert and energetic.

If you count the three men Zhang Su eliminated in Beidong Town earlier, the former Little Eagle Society had an extremely high civilian-to-combatant ratio. No wonder Absolute Justice didn't want to fight them—they preferred picking on softer targets.

"All members of the Tianshama Auto Park branch are assembled. Awaiting orders!"

Yang Xin no longer referred to himself as part of the Apocalypse Corps—he'd consciously changed his title to give the Yanluojuntuan a more legitimate cause.

As a result, Zhang Su's own Yanluojuntuan contingent was now the smallest group—seven people total, including himself: Zhao De, Wang Xin, Chen Hanzhou, Pang Dankun, plus two female members, Zheng Xinyu and Ju Wuying. They looked painfully thin.

The kindergarten branch members, unaware of the situation, whispered among themselves—they were used to judging strength by numbers. But everyone who'd fought the zombie horde yesterday knew: those seven Yanluojuntuan members were terrifyingly powerful. Even the two women were not to be trifled with.

"Good!"

Zhang Su looked at the fifty-odd people before him, clenched his fist, and raised it overhead: "No more talk. We head straight for Tongrui Auto Park. Our goal: rescue our brothers and sisters. If we clash with Absolute Justice—kill them all!"

By convention, you always take prisoners for interrogation. But if real fighting breaks out, someone will survive—kill first, ask questions later!

"Kill them all!"

The fifty-plus shouted in unison. Rescuing hostages was nowhere near as satisfying as "kill them all."

Without delay, the convoy set off again. This time, the inflexible cargo van didn't lead—the Explorer driven by Yang Xin took the front.

Cao Duoliang stood on the kindergarten rooftop, holding a hot cup of water, watching everyone climb aboard. He wore a helpless expression—he wanted to go too, but Zhang Su and Yang Xin had refused him.

The convoy rolled out of Xinglonghua Fu toward the Auto Park in the northwest. The distance wasn't far, but the road conditions were terrible—many obstacles blocked the way, forcing them to get out and move debris. The motor vehicles moved slower than Cao Duoliang's skateboard…

Along the way, they encountered the small zombie group that had chased Cao Duoliang earlier. They couldn't keep up with his skateboard speed and now wandered aimlessly along the roadside.

After easily clearing the small zombie group, the convoy turned the final corner and saw the Tongrui Auto Park sign in the distance.

"Hmm?"

Three or four hundred meters from the Auto Park, Zhang Su spotted a container truck—commonly seen at logistics centers—doing something inside the park. The container's rear end was backing toward the entrance of a car dealership, with someone carefully directing it. The container's rear was being shoved directly into the dealership, as if preparing to unload?

On the large SUV Explorer, Yang Xin also saw the scene inside the Auto Park. His vision wasn't as sharp as Zhang Su's—he couldn't make out details—but that didn't stop his panic. He stomped the gas pedal. The six-cylinder engine roared, RPMs shot to six thousand, and the vehicle surged toward the gate with a thunderous roar.

"Where's that car noise coming from?"

Inside the Auto Park, the two men working weren't deaf—they immediately heard the engine's roar.

Da Gen, smoking in the cab, jumped down, curious: "Didn't Lei Ge drive his sports car today?"

Lei Zi, usually a madman, drove a Mustang. When he floored the accelerator, the engine was deafening. He'd used it before to lure zombies—no need for a horn, just floor the gas. He didn't care about wasting fuel, even though others scolded him for it.

"This… isn't right!"

Xiao Ya followed the sound toward the highway and his face changed instantly: "So many vehicles—it's an unfamiliar convoy!"

"Shit…" Da Gen also saw the distant scene and instinctively ducked beside the container. "This doesn't look like the Apocalypse Corps' convoy—they don't have this kind of strength!"

"Forget it, just hide… Shit! That's Yang Xin's car! Run!"

Before Xiao Ya finished speaking, the imposing Explorer had already smashed over the speed bump and charged straight into the Auto Park. He finally saw the cross graffiti on the hood.

Vroom! Vroom! Boom…

The vehicles behind the Explorer followed it into the Auto Park. Hiding was impossible in the open space—the dealership behind them was completely blocked by the container. They could only run elsewhere.

Everyone in the convoy instantly spotted the two men sprinting across the park. Without hesitation, they chased after them in their vehicles.

The Auto Park, as the name suggests, is where cars are sold. Considering constant vehicle traffic, the park was extremely spacious—even had a deer-test track. Even the worst driver could drive sideways here. Escaping a car chase in such a place was nearly impossible.

Even running into the dealership was useless—the glass walls wouldn't stop a car's impact; they'd only trap you faster.

The two fugitives were clever—they split up at an intersection, trying to escape by dividing their numbers. But their plan was doomed.

Screech… screech… screech…

Piercing tire screeches echoed through the air. Skilled drivers swiftly cornered the two men against a wall. "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

Facing the black muzzles, they had no choice but to surrender.

"Brother Su, we caught these two idiots!"

"Damn it, run! You were so fast a minute ago—keep running!"

Soon, Zhao De and the others dragged the two fugitives back to the container truck, tied their wrists and ankles, and threw them to the ground—they rolled helplessly.

Zhang Su didn't join the chase. His cargo van wasn't built for aggressive driving—if it flipped, it'd be a disaster. While others chased, he studied the container.

Bang! Bang-bang-bang!

Loud, chaotic thuds came from inside the container. He'd noticed this when driving into the park—his mood darkened instantly.

"Brother Su, inside this…"

Yang Xin walked up to the container, heard the thumping, and panicked: "Are… are our brothers inside?"

"Inside are zombies…"

Zhang Su spoke gravely, his brow furrowed.

If the zombies packed inside were former members of the Apocalypse Corps, his challenge mission was ruined. He turned to interrogate the two men—but Yang Xin acted faster.

"AHHHH!"

Hearing the container was full of zombies, Yang Xin screamed in fury, whirling on the men on the ground, eyes blazing: "You monsters! You turned your own kind into zombies! I'll kill you!"

The usually gentle Yang Xin exploded. He charged at the two, kicking and stomping them. The thought of over a hundred brothers and sisters turned into zombies tore his heart apart.

"No… no! Those zombies aren't from the Apocalypse Corps!"

Bound and helpless, the two could only endure the beating. One remained stoic, silent despite the pain. The other, after a few kicks, screamed in protest:

"Not them?"

Yang Xin instantly calmed. He grabbed the screaming man by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and roared: "Tell me what happened! Are you a dog of Absolute Justice?"

"Yes… yes… I'm a dog… I'm a dog…"

"Old Yang, interrogate this one. I'll take the other one over there."

Zhang Su watched closely—the man lying on the ground, bleeding from the mouth, was a hard case. Keeping him here served no purpose and would interfere with the other man's confession.

"Get up. Walk. Damn you, dog!"

Before Zhang Su could move, Liu Yao and others dragged the defiant man to his feet.

The two groups were separated by the container, forty to fifty meters apart. With the container constantly thudding, unless you had Zhang Su's super hearing, you couldn't hear a thing.

"Hss…"

Zhang Su looked at the man sitting cross-legged on the ground, smiled, pulled out a cigarette, and passed one around to his companions. He showed no urgency to question.

"Huh… Big Brother, what's your move now?"

Zhao De took a deep drag, leaned close to Zhang Su, and whispered with a mischievous grin—he didn't understand this tactic.

Zhang Su exhaled smoke and tilted his head toward the seated man: "He's a hard nut. His mouth won't open easily. Bringing him here is purely to intimidate the other guy."

Nearby, Liu Yao's face lit up with understanding—he nodded silently. No wonder the King of Hell was feared—he understood human psychology perfectly.

"I don't believe anyone can hold out forever. If you're not going to interrogate him, let me try?"

Zhao De was eager—he'd never done this before.

Zhang Su shrugged: "Go ahead. Make him scream as loud as you can."

"Heh, if you're okay with that, I won't hold back!"

With that, Zhao De zipped up his gloves and turned toward the man.

"Hey, what's your name?"

The man glanced sideways at Zhao De, showing no strong emotion, then lazily shifted his gaze to Zhang Su, who was smoking nearby.

"I know you're the boss. Tell your men to stop wasting their time—I won't say a thing. If you've got the guts, just kill me."

Zhang Su wasn't angry at all; he teased, "Why would only someone with guts be able to kill you? With how you're acting now, even a dog could bite you to death."

"Hey, big dumb oaf, your boss thinks you're a dog. Still wanna kill me?"

Unexpectedly, the man on the ground was quick-witted and turned the insult back on them.

"Heh…"

Zhao De laughed bitterly. He saw right through the cheap provocation. In one swift motion, he drew his long-unused dog-leg military knife and snarled, "Brat, I used to be a butcher. If you don't want to suffer, spit it out now!"

"Done with your threats? Remember my name—Da Gen. Big root. Wanna taste it? Hahaha…"

After saying this, Da Gen burst into loud laughter, radiating a wild, fearless madness.

Zhao De was truly enraged. How could a proud, straight-up man endure such humiliation? He stepped forward and kicked Da Gen square in the face—CRASH! The man toppled to the ground. Zhao De then placed Da Gen's bound hands flat on the floor and stomped down hard with his boot.

Most male members of the Yanluo Corps wore thick winter boots. The heavy heels could crush fingers easily—and in freezing temperatures, even brittle cement bricks shattered under them.

"Mmmh… Hahaha!"

Da Gen felt his fingers shatter, searing pain stabbing into his mind—but he gritted his teeth and refused to scream. His face flushed crimson as he laughed wildly to vent the agony.

Pang Dakun stood nearby, his face twitching. He'd secretly sucked in a sharp breath. He hadn't believed anyone could be this tough—now he did. He thought of his own recent injuries. Hands were vital.

"Tell me: where's your headquarters? What's the situation? How many firearms do you have? What secret weapons are you hiding?"

Zhao De gripped Da Gen's throat and pressed the dog-leg knife just below his eyebrow—clearly threatening to gouge out his eye if he didn't talk. But Da Gen only grinned recklessly, blood smeared across his gums, staring fixedly at Zhao De without a word.

Zhang Su cast a questioning glance at Ju Wuying beside him.

Ju Wuying felt the look and whispered, "Intense killing intent."

"Zhu, don't torture—just end him."

Zhang Su had never met someone who held out so stubbornly. This time, he'd learned something new: there really were people who feared death not at all. He must have endured some unbearable pain that made him crave death.

"Damn it! I won't die without meaning!"

Zhao De, furious, dragged the man aside and shouted across the container: "Watch closely—this is the fate of those who resist!"

With that, his dog-leg knife flashed coldly across Da Gen's throat—a jet of blood sprayed out.

"Ahh…"

Xiao Ya, who had been pretending to chat with Yang Xin, saw from afar as Da Gen's throat was slit. He screamed in terror, nearly wetting himself.

(End of Chapter)