Chapter 584: Who told you to go for the kill?

The zombie swayed as it moved toward the two of them. Zheng Ziwen led Zhang Su forward, his knuckles turning white from gripping the anti-riot fork too tightly.

Zhang Su followed behind the highly focused Zheng Ziwen. Seeing him walking forward in a daze, he couldn't help but remind him: "The zombie was attracted by the car horn and hasn't spotted us yet. Are you sure we should just charge in like idiots?"

"Ah, right!"

Zheng Ziwen felt as if he'd been enlightened, and hurriedly circled to the side of the zombie's path, approaching in an arc.

This maneuver wasn't wrong, but if that was all there was to it, wouldn't it be a bit too amateurish?

Zhang Su shook his head. He didn't believe that Ding Yongguo and the others hadn't taught Zheng Ziwen before; it was likely that this guy was just used to following orders, and a lot of knowledge and common sense simply hadn't stuck in his brain.

There was no shortage of such players in any team; they liked to act on orders and weren't willing to use their brains.

Zhang Su couldn't be bothered to lecture him; teaching through practical combat was better than anything else.

Theoretically, if one approached a zombie from the side or behind without making noise, the zombie wouldn't notice until they were within twenty or thirty meters. However, after being enhanced, the zombies' sensory perception had clearly improved once again.

When the distance between the two sides was still seventy or eighty meters, the four zombies immediately slowed their pace, soon came to a halt, and then slowly turned around.

Zhang Su mused that these guys weren't sensitive to long-distance sensing, but short-distance was still no problem. It seemed these two types of sensing utilized different organs.

"It's not right, Brother Su, something's not right."

Seeing the zombies turn around, Zheng Ziwen stiffened all over.

"They've discovered us, what could be 'not right' about that?"

Just as Zhang Su finished speaking, he saw the four zombies complete their turn and begin moving toward them. Their speed was clearly faster than before, though not yet at a running pace.

"Wh-what do we do now? Should we go straight in?"

Zheng Ziwen had never made a decision before; he had always just followed the team and listened to orders. Now that he was leading, he appeared completely at a loss.

"First mistake: you didn't set a trap. Second mistake: you didn't consider cover. So if we don't go in, what else can we do? Run?"

Zhang Su shook his head helplessly. It turned out Ding Yongguo's words weren't exaggerated at all; this guy was truly a novice.

Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan had learned the strategy of setting traps first and then luring the zombies from the very beginning. It seemed like a step anyone could do, yet some people would just forget the moment they got nervous!

*Awoo, awoo! * "I, I..."

Zheng Ziwen was left speechless by Zhang Su. The zombies ahead had already noticed them, raised their arms, and picked up speed as they charged over. The battle was about to break out.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, where are you? It's me, Old Duan. That little Liu, and little Ke, they're in trouble!"

Just as Zhang Su stepped forward, preparing to meet the zombies, the walkie-talkie in his pocket rang. The tone was serious, clearly implying something suspicious!

"Don't just stand there like a damn fool!"

Zhang Su didn't know what had happened over at Cuilengxuan, but he couldn't afford to neglect the situation at hand. He couldn't wait for the dawdling Zheng Ziwen to take the lead, so he gripped his blade and charged rapidly toward the zombies.

The enhanced zombies had improved speed, strength, reaction, and agility. It would be fine if there were cover, but fighting on an open plain—and needing to capture them alive—Zhang Su didn't dare to be careless and unleashed his attacks without reservation.

The four zombies were fast and slow. Zhang Su chose a tricky angle and charged at the fastest one, delivering a flying kick when he was still four or five meters away.

*Puff! * *Awoo... *

The zombie was far less clever than Qi Dabin of the Flying Wolf Gang. Seeing a big foot kicking toward its chest, it didn't know how to dodge and took it square on. Its withered body instantly flew backward.

*Thud! * Like playing billiards, the zombie kicked away by Zhang Su accurately struck another zombie that was chasing from behind. Both zombies fell, and quite coincidentally, tripped the third zombie.

With one kick, he had directly incapacitated three zombies. Although they could recover in a short time, this gap was enough for Zhang Su to deal with the last one.

*Swish. *

Under the enhancement of the white mist, Zhang Su's control over the precision of his weapon improved further. While dodging an attack, he swung his blade, accurately slicing off one of the zombie's arms. Taking advantage of his low posture, he delivered a sweep kick, and the zombie fell to the ground as expected. Without a word, he cut off the other arm with another slash.

To use them as beasts of burden to power a generator, two legs were enough!

The enhanced zombies were a bit more agile, and normally, it wouldn't be difficult to crawl up from the ground, but without arms, it was almost impossible. They could only drag themselves on the ground with their two legs, reducing their mobility by one hundred! "Ah, kill!"

Zheng Ziwen was stunned after seeing the cleverness of Zhang Su's kick, but upon seeing the zombie struggling to get up on the ground, he came to his senses, let out a shout, and charged up. "Die!"

Zheng Ziwen leaped high, looking exactly like a "crow sitting on an airplane," landing accurately on the zombie, and then *stab-stab* pierced it to death.

The whole process was extremely crude and lacked any aesthetic appeal. If Zhang Su's combat was full of violent aesthetics, making people feel the coordination of body and power, then Zheng Ziwen's fighting had a kind of abstract distortion, like the stubbornness of someone with underdeveloped motor skills.

"No, big brother, we're here to capture them alive. You damn... who told you to kill him..."

Zhang Su looked at the dead zombie, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

There was no time to dwell on it. The remaining two had already swayed to their feet during this time. They ignored the death of their kind and felt no fear, only the most primitive desire, raising their arms to continue attacking the nearest Zheng Ziwen.

"Ah, this... hey!"

Seeing the two zombies pouncing on him simultaneously, Zheng Ziwen panicked and, imitating Zhang Su, kicked out.

It wasn't that it was useless; the kicked zombie did stagger back a few steps, but it was a long way from flying away. The other zombie continued to chase Zheng Ziwen relentlessly.

He finally remembered the anti-riot fork in his hand and thrust it forward with a shout, managing to hold back the charging zombie. This time, his reaction was quick; he hurriedly pressed the locking button, and the iron hoop snapped shut tightly around the zombie with a *clack*.

*Awoooo, awoo... *

The zombie was held in place by the anti-riot fork and couldn't move, letting out a series of unwilling roars, its arms clawing frantically forward.

"Eh, haha, Brother Su, I suc-succeeded..."

*Swish! * Just as Zheng Ziwen looked happily at Zhang Su, a cold glint flashed before his eyes. The blade slashed down no more than twenty or thirty centimeters from him, and with a *puff*, a zombie arm flew up in his peripheral vision.

Only then did he realize that the zombie he had kicked away had arrived close by at some point. He must have been too focused on dealing with the zombie with the anti-riot fork to notice.

*Thud! * Zhang Su kicked out, and the one-armed zombie staggered backward—three steps, four steps—finally losing its balance and sitting on the ground. Without a moment's pause, he chased after it and delivered several more slashes, as if what was on the ground wasn't a zombie, but a scarecrow! The zombie's calves and arms were cut off one after another, and its withered body fell to the ground. Perhaps because it had never eaten flesh, its black, withered tongue lolled out, looking quite terrifying.

This zombie was one Zhang Su intended to use for experiments, requiring further control of its mobility.

Zheng Ziwen held the anti-riot fork tightly with both hands, watching Zhang Su's series of operations in astonishment, feeling that he was too pathetic. Feeling the zombie struggling frantically, he was filled with rage.

"Ya!!"

With a shout, he pushed the anti-riot fork forward, venting his inner anger onto the zombie, and actually managed to push the zombie to the ground.

"Ah, Xibaya! Hahaha..."

Seeing the zombie struggling on the ground, waving its arms but unable to move, Zheng Ziwen felt very satisfied, cursing and laughing, extremely excited.

Zhang Su passed by Zheng Ziwen, looked at him like he was an idiot, raised his hand to slash off the zombie's arms, and then released the iron hoop.

Zheng Ziwen was extremely envious of Zhang Su's fluid movements. Holding the anti-riot fork, he felt like a gold-medal security guard in a residential complex, very pathetic.

"What are you staring at like a fool? Go get the rope and the sack, tie these zombies up and bring them back!"

Zhang Su gave the order, then felt it wasn't safe enough. Remembering the fight with the liquefied gas zombie, he kicked the zombie to turn it over and delivered another slash, accurately cutting off the zombie's lower jaw.

Without arms and without a lower jaw, all sources of danger were now almost entirely removed.

After finishing all this, Zhang Su sheathed his blade and impatiently took out the walkie-talkie.

"Hello, hello, Old Duan, what's the situation? Give me the details!"

Very quickly, a reply came from the other side. The tone wasn't as serious as before, but still very grave: "Brother Zhang, come back quickly when you're done. Little Liu and Little Ke... just come back and we'll talk."

Zhang Su didn't reply, simply putting the walkie-talkie away. Many people could hear this frequency, and he knew Duan Wuhu must have something inconvenient to say. Seeing Zheng Ziwen, who was walking over with the rope and sack, moving slowly, he urged: "Hurry up, run!"

"O-okay!"

Facts proved that Zheng Ziwen's level of doing chores was okay; he soon "packed up" the three zombies. Although they had no lower jaws and couldn't bite, he still put burlap sacks over their heads, which was very secure.

(End of chapter)