Chapter 38

At this moment, the battlefield became so quiet, as the thirty-five armored battle suits were destroyed, the focus of the entire battlefield was on Li Mu and Colonel Hoover standing opposite him.

At this moment, all the humans who witnessed this involuntarily tightened their hearts.

Not just the Hawk Eye sitting in the helicopter, not just the crowd in the base who instantly became quiet, but even the survivors in the apartment by the Clear River, those who had previously regarded this place as their last paradise and were grateful for Li Mu's protection, also fixed their gazes on Colonel Hoover.

At this moment, it was not about any other emotion, but simply the bond of being human. Everyone hoped that Colonel Hoover would win this battle.

As long as those damn zombies did not attack en masse, there might really be a slight chance, a tiny, insignificant yet invaluable chance.

That was the hope humans yearned for, the hope that remained stubbornly unyielding in this apocalypse.

Colonel Hoover coldly stared at Li Mu, watching the zombies suddenly stop, watching the path slowly separate from the zombie horde. Colonel Hoover seemed to understand Li Mu's intention and slowly took a step forward, walking toward Li Mu. His cold voice echoed under the mask, regardless of whether Li Mu could understand.

"I have come this time to do three things."

"Revenge, revenge. Revenge!"

Colonel Hoover's voice was icy and cold, filled with murderous intent, echoing in the silent battlefield, making everyone's hearts race.

The dense horde of zombies remained silent, like the most terrifying statues, blocking the entire street, or like the most ruthless and bloodthirsty army that had already reached the city walls.

Amidst the encirclement of the zombie army, Colonel Hoover's three resounding calls for revenge made everyone feel his unshakable will.

Even Annie, who had already begun to accept Li Mu's existence, could not help but waver, doubting whether Li Mu had really done something unforgivable to Colonel Hoover.

Li Mu's face was expressionless, his cold and stern face showing no emotion. Faced with Colonel Hoover's resounding calls for revenge, he had nothing to say, as if in tacit acceptance.

But the red mutant parrot was filled with rage, suddenly flying up from Annie's side, screaming, "Idiot! You're just an idiot!"

This voice was so shrill that everyone involuntarily looked at the red mutant parrot. The parrot continued to curse, "Only humans can kill zombies, not zombies killing humans. Are your brains filled with shit!"

Colonel Hoover ignored the red mutant parrot's words and took another step forward. "To take revenge, I can only kill you, kill you. Kill you!"

After the three "kill you" calls, Colonel Hoover instantly dashed toward Li Mu, his gun firing without hesitation as he ran.

Li Mu's face remained expressionless, and his feet moved violently. His right bone knife suddenly slashed out, as fast as lightning, splitting the bullets fired from Colonel Hoover's gun into two halves.

Clang, clang, clang!

The brass bullets fell to the ground, scattering like sand in front of Li Mu. Li Mu's feet moved, leaving a trail of afterimages. For both Li Mu and Colonel Hoover, the hundred-meter distance was but a moment.

With a loud boom, the two clashed.

The blade light shimmered, and the sounds of battle echoed continuously. After being modified by Dr. Manhattan, Colonel Hoover was indeed no longer human, extremely terrifying. The heavy armored battle suit in his hands was like a mythical weapon, providing him with strength and speed comparable to Li Mu's.

The two fought fiercely in the night, pushing their strength and speed to the limit. The naked eye could not follow their movements, only seeing afterimages in the night.

Under their attacks, the zombies on the battlefield were occasionally trampled into pieces, falling like dominoes. Their battle was like a whirlwind, sweeping from one end of the street to the other.

As they passed, nothing could stop them—zombies, vehicles, buildings—all crumbled, crumbled, crumbled!

Boom, boom, boom!

Colonel Hoover's alloy long sword clashed with Li Mu's bone knife, and the two instantly separated as if electrocuted, but their attacks did not stop. Li Mu's black bone spines suddenly moved, striking Colonel Hoover's chest without hesitation, as fast as lightning.

Even with the protection of the armored battle suit, the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard amidst the impact, making everyone's hearts chill.

Struck by Li Mu's sudden black bone spines, Colonel Hoover's chest bones shattered, but he showed no reaction, his left gun steady. Even as he was thrown back, he remained calm, firing at Li Mu's forehead.

The gun fired, and Li Mu barely tilted his head, the bullet grazing his forehead, leaving a shocking black and bloody mark.

This exchange, though described in detail, actually took only a split second. The two instantly landed and, without hesitation, sprang up again, clashing once more.

Boom, boom, boom!

An even more intense battle erupted, gun fire and blade light shimmering, and everyone's hearts were on edge.

"What is he doing! Why doesn't he retreat!"

Dr. Manhattan, who had just finished a pleasant conversation as expected, saw the scene in the command room and his smile turned to a grimace, and he angrily spoke.

But no one responded, all of them looking up at the battle on the screen, as if infected by Colonel Hoover's unshakable will for revenge, hoping he would win this battle and slay the king of the zombies that had just destroyed thirty-five armored battle suits.

Dr. Manhattan calmed down, "Don't just watch. Immediately calculate the colonel's chances of winning."

The others suddenly came to their senses and quickly gathered data from the screen, starting to calculate.

"Even odds, their speed and strength are about the same, but with the colonel's combat wisdom, the chances of winning are high," someone called out happily.

But Dr. Manhattan coldly said, "What are you waiting for? Tell him to retreat immediately. This idiot, has he been driven mad by anger?"

The others looked at Dr. Manhattan in surprise, as the data showed that Colonel Hoover still had a chance to win.

"Damn it. The colonel has been driven mad by anger, are you all blind? Can't you see those densely packed zombies? Don't forget, he's the king!"

Dr. Manhattan roared in anger.

Everyone gasped, not needing to calculate. Just considering the zombies, everyone could see the blood-red zero on the computer screen.

"It's impossible to win. He's just one person. If there were support, perhaps..." someone said bitterly, but he knew their base was too weak to provide any support.

"Send the data to those still alive and tell them to retreat immediately. Tell them there will be no support."

Dr. Manhattan spoke coldly.

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