Chapter 37

Li Mu's face was expressionless as he coldly watched Colonel Hoover, who had suddenly sped forward like an armored car, knocking over countless zombies. Li Mu's pupils gradually turned blood red; he recognized Colonel Hoover. Not killing him last time had indeed allowed him to make a comeback.

Colonel Hoover's speed was fast, his strength greater, and his figure was noticeably more agile compared to other armed combat suits. Even amidst the zombie frenzy, he moved like a force against the current, advancing upstream. In just a moment, he was only a hundred meters away from Li Mu.

At this distance, Colonel Hoover could clearly see Li Mu's face, a face he could never forget. Compared to the grotesque and stiff appearances of other zombies, Li Mu's face could only be described as cold. Removing his sunglasses, Li Mu's silver eyes flashed with a blood-red hue, and a terrifying aura of savagery rose, making one's heart race.

Colonel Hoover could see Li Mu clearly, and naturally, Li Mu could see Colonel Hoover as well. But with just one glance, Li Mu no longer paid attention to Colonel Hoover, shifting his gaze to the thirty-five armed combat suits that were surrounded.

Originally, these suits were meant to protect the Lost Paradise from the zombie frenzy, but now they had become the ones being overwhelmed. Even though the armed combat suits were formidable, when the number of enemies exceeded imagination, even the most powerful suits could only face defeat.

In the mere thirty seconds since Colonel Hoover jumped from the helicopter and advanced against the current in the zombie frenzy, seven or eight armed combat suits had already been completely disabled, overwhelmed by the frenzied zombies. Even with the protection of alloy armor, they were instantly torn into pieces by the bloodthirsty and terrifying zombie claws.

"First squad wiped out, third squad lost contact..."

In the forward base command center, the screens went dark one by one. These were the real-time battle scenes shared by the armed combat suit squads sent out. The meaning of the darkened screens was clear to everyone in the command center.

"Hold on, hold on! Everyone, hold on! Base, General, Doctor! Damn it, can anyone hear me? We need support, our planes, tanks, and missiles! What are you waiting for? Move out immediately!"

Hawk Eye, with bloodshot eyes, roared. Compared to those in the base who could only understand the situation through real-time battle broadcasts, Hawk Eye, sitting in the helicopter with a bird's-eye view, could see the entire battlefield.

The armed combat suit squads, representing the base's strongest assault forces, were completely overwhelmed by the zombie frenzy. Even with continuous artillery fire, they were still like leaves in the wind, swept away by the relentless zombie assault, unable to put up any resistance.

After all, there were simply too many zombies.

"We can't hold on. Based on the current casualty rate, our soldiers will be completely wiped out in no more than three minutes..." A professional combat situation analyst in the base was making calculations.

General Soros's face was ashen. "Shut up. I only know that our soldiers need support. Tell me, how much longer before our fighter jets can take off? What about the missiles?"

"It's too late."

Dr. Manhattan, on the contrary, remained calm. "We can't make it this time. Although I have successfully developed the jammer, it hasn't been installed on the missiles yet. Even if we launch them, they won't pose a threat to No. 4000. As for the fighter jets, by the time they arrive, our soldiers will already be dead."

"So..." General Soros's eyes suddenly turned blood red, glaring at Dr. Manhattan. "Are we just going to watch our brave soldiers die at the hands of those zombies?"

Dr. Manhattan fell silent for a moment, then nodded. "There's nothing we can do. What we can do is speed up and not let their sacrifices be in vain."

"Abandoning them is for a better revenge next time!"

Dr. Manhattan's words made General Soros seem to age ten years instantly. He slumped into his chair, rubbing his face, and said bitterly, "I understand. I hope you're right. I just want to know when we will be ready to completely eliminate No. 4000 and avenge our soldiers?"

"There are still some technical issues to resolve in installing the jammer on the missiles, but I believe we will have good results soon."

Dr. Manhattan suddenly became calm, seeing the communicator flicker and smirking, signaling others to be quiet. "Hello, Dr. Luoshui. It's a pleasure to speak with you..."

The sudden silence in the base gave Hawk Eye a sense of foreboding. After repeated failed attempts to contact anyone, he punched the computer. "Damn it, you're all damn it!"

While cursing, tears involuntarily streamed down Hawk Eye's eyes. Men do not shed tears easily, but only when they are truly heartbroken. At this moment, Hawk Eye was heartbroken. The situation on the battlefield below had completely deteriorated, and amidst the surging zombie frenzy, he could no longer distinguish where the armed combat suits were.

Looking around, all he saw were zombies, zombies, zombies!

Boom, boom, boom!

Suddenly, a brilliant explosion erupted in the zombie frenzy, and dozens of zombies were instantly torn into pieces, blood and flesh flying everywhere, and limbs scattered. But Hawk Eye felt no joy, for he could clearly see that among the scattered limbs were cold alloy fragments.

It was the final performance of an armed combat suit, magnificent and cruel.

"There will be no support. Those damn bastards have already abandoned us..."

Hawk Eye muttered, laughing madly, then fell into a deep silence and tears. After ten seconds, which felt like ten years, Hawk Eye finally made a decision, struggling to connect the communication channel. "Retreat. Immediate retreat."

Without support from the base, Hawk Eye knew that continuing the battle was meaningless, so he issued the retreat order, disregarding Colonel Hoover's previous command.

But the communication channel was silent, with no one responding. Hawk Eye curled up in his chair, his mind wandering, afraid to guess what the radio silence meant.

Perhaps, this time they had lost completely, and the thirty-five armed combat suits had been completely wiped out.

Colonel Hoover heard the retreat order from Hawk Eye, but his entire focus was on Li Mu. Every cell in his body was filled with the desire to kill, wanting to break through the hundred meters of zombie obstacles, reach Li Mu, and kill him, or be killed by him, nothing more.

Li Mu's face was expressionless, and black bone spines occasionally lashed out from his back, piercing the foreheads of the zombies kneeling before him, draining them into withered corpses. A continuous flow of power surged within Li Mu, gradually healing his wounds.

His silver eyes scanned the scene, and he could clearly see the thirty-five human armed combat suits being gradually overwhelmed by the zombie frenzy. When the last suit was finally torn into pieces, Li Mu slowly turned his head to look at Colonel Hoover, who was still bravely advancing towards him.

Colonel Hoover was indeed strong. Despite the unstoppable zombie frenzy, he had managed to advance to within a hundred meters of Li Mu. Even with countless fearless zombies charging forward, they could not take his life.

Colonel Hoover, with a single knife and a gun, displayed an incredible force, fighting his way through the zombie frenzy seven times. Each time he advanced, he got closer to Li Mu.

Li Mu's eyes flickered, and the silver light slowly faded. The ferocious zombies attacking Colonel Hoover gradually became sluggish. Li Mu raised his hand, and the zombies slowly dispersed, like a tide, leaving a path for Colonel Hoover to reach Li Mu.

Colonel Hoover immediately stopped fighting, his right eye flashing red, his body boiling with the desire to kill. The entire battlefield fell silent, with countless zombies crowding together, leaving only a narrow path. On one end stood Li Mu, like a king of the night, and on the other end stood Colonel Hoover, isolated in the zombie frenzy.

But he still looked like a loyal soldier determined to kill the king, even though he was completely surrounded, his resolve unshaken. Even if the entire world stood against him, he would still fight his way through, risking his life.

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