Chapter 57

Six members of the arbiters' group lay scattered in the room, various firearms leaning against the walls, and a few handguns mixed with snacks on the table.

One of them grabbed a handful of shrimp chips and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing loudly and clearly, and said, "Hey, team leader, isn't Zhou Xin screwing us over?"

The bald, muscular man holding a touchscreen phone looked up, his face full of displeasure, "Damn it, that coward is watching us from the stagnation space in Infinite City."

"Stagnation space?" Little Third, who was cleaning a gun nearby, looked up, puzzled.

"Tch, a coward. Zhou Xin said the higher-ups are checking strictly, and it only took a few minutes for them to be found in Infinite City. Who believes that? Coward. He won't even open another portal to bring us over!"

The bald, muscular man put down his phone with a gloomy expression, clearly realizing that calling for reinforcements was impossible. Now they either had to leave, failing the mission, or go back and try to capture Lin Yifan alive.

Another, younger-looking recycler scratched his head, confused, and asked, "Team leader, I'm new to the hunting team. I don't quite understand what the time in Infinite City is."

"Why does a kid need to know so much? It's hard to explain clearly. No matter what we do here, when we return to Infinite City, only half an hour has passed." The bald, muscular man scratched the back of his head, thinking for a long time but still not knowing how to explain.

Seeing the new member's puzzled face, Little Third put down his gun, thought for a moment, and then explained, "The group's training ground is a forcibly rewritten time. You can think of it as us going back in time, or as us spending years here while only a day passes. It's very complex, and no one has figured out how time is calculated yet. But no matter what, if you die, you can't go back. Understand?"

The few new members of the hunting team nodded, half understanding. No matter how they calculated it, they couldn't figure out the time in Infinite City. It seemed all the timelines were tangled up, making it hard to explain clearly.

At this moment, the bald, muscular man added, "It's not exactly going back in time. You can only enter a time-space where there is no other you. It's hard to understand, and even our leader hasn't figured out the time concept here."

While they were discussing, they didn't know that the two sentries in the corridor had already been taken out by Nan Liangxiang with a sniper rifle.

The police sniper rifle was equipped with a silencer. The two sentries only heard the bullet whiz by. The one on the left didn't even make a sound, blood splattering as he slumped against the wall.

The other one, seeing this, immediately woke up. He turned to alert the others inside, but a bullet flashed by, hitting the recycler's head with a "clang," and he fell forward.

The six people inside, discussing the concept of time, stared dumbfounded at the helmet rolling into the room, along with a flashbang grenade.

After throwing the flashbang, Lin Yifan, along with Tokishima Sae and Hirano, rushed in from downstairs. Hearing the muffled thud upstairs, they immediately quickened their pace.

When the three rushed into the room, the six recyclers stood in place, swaying like zombies, clutching their ears or heads, completely stunned by the terrifying sound of the flashbang.

Without even using a gun, Lin Yifan threw handcuffs and cuffed one of them, shouting, "Disable them!"

"OK!" Hirano aimed at the recyclers' bulletproof vests. At this distance, even if he penetrated the vest, he could avoid hitting vital areas.

As Hirano fired, Tokishima Sae rushed in, dragging her long hair and skirt into the room.

With a quick swing, she used only the scabbard to subdue two recyclers without even drawing her sword.

Hirano wasn't far behind, firing a burst that knocked the dazed recycler to the ground. The one hit clutched his chest, kneeling and curling up in pain like a cooked shrimp.

Everything went too smoothly. In the blink of an eye, six out of the eight were taken down, so smoothly that Lin Yifan found it hard to believe.

The once mighty hunters were now weak chickens in others' hands.

But upon closer inspection, most of these new recruits were specialized in firearms, with few practicing swordsmanship.

The new recruit area was just that, a new recruit area. Even the strongest hunting team was at best a special forces level, or slightly better.

Due to rank limitations, practicing swordsmanship would definitely lead to a quicker death than using firearms. And at this level, there were virtually no magic or superpowers.

The bald, muscular man struggled to reach the machine gun leaning against the wall. Lin Yifan quickly rushed over and kicked him in the stomach.

A vicious kick sent the bald, muscular man spitting blood, clutching his stomach and curling up in pain.

Little Third, on the side, sneaked his hand toward a bag of snacks, trying to pull out a gun. *Smack!*

Tokishima Sae, without mercy, swung her scabbard, breaking Little Third's hand bones.

The once arrogant hunting team was now reduced to ants that Lin Yifan could crush at will.

Modern firearms gave ordinary people the ability to slaughter hundreds in minutes, and a single flashbang could incapacitate a group of recyclers with combat skills comparable to special forces.

It sounded unbelievable, but that was the definition of modern weapons. Even the strongest soldiers could fall to a civilian's cold shot.

Especially since Lin Yifan was prepared and caught them off guard.

Shaking the handcuffs, he cuffed three more recyclers, excluding the bald, muscular man and Little Third.

At this moment, Tokishima Sae and Hirano looked curiously at the handcuffs in Lin Yifan's hand, but he didn't explain much, knowing they would understand eventually.

Including the initial four, a total of four recyclers were cuffed. Now, only the bald, muscular man and Little Third remained in the room.

Picking up a gun from the table, Lin Yifan played with it for a moment before quickly aiming it at the bald, muscular man.

His head instinctively recoiled, and Lin Yifan reached out to tear off his mask.

The bald, muscular man broke out in a cold sweat, his square face full of fear, "Who... who are you? How can you just take people away! I've seen it, those who disappeared didn't die, where did they go!"

Lin Yifan squatted in front of the bald, muscular man, raised his gun, and fired two shots into his arms.

"Ah!" He rolled on the ground in pain, gasping, his arms almost useless from the large-caliber bullets.

Tokishima Sae raised an eyebrow but didn't find anything wrong with Lin Yifan's actions. Seeing blood made her even more excited.

On the side, Hirano's initial sharpness was gone, intimidated by Lin Yifan's cruel methods, he didn't dare to speak.

Shaking the gun in his hand, Lin Yifan smiled, "Not bad, I like this gun."

"What do you want!" The bald, muscular man, in pain, roared, only able to roar to relieve the intense pain in his arms.

Lin Yifan raised his hand and shrugged, "I'm scared. What if you suddenly attack and kill me? I'd die for nothing."

"Damn it, who are you! You're definitely not a recycler! Definitely not!"

The bald, muscular man glared at Lin Yifan. He had roughly investigated Lin Yifan's activities and found that he wasn't preparing for the impending zombie outbreak but was instead playing around with the main characters in the plot.

Ordinary recyclers would probably already be facing the zombie horde, but Lin Yifan had entered the "High School of the Dead" world a few days early.

It was abnormal, and the bald, muscular man should have realized it was abnormal. How could the system be so kind as to give ordinary recyclers a few days to prepare?

Without answering, Lin Yifan pointed the gun at the bald, muscular man's leg, "Who sent you?"

"I won't..."

Before the bald, muscular man could finish, Lin Yifan pulled the trigger.

*Bang!*

The bullet tore through, splattering a large amount of flesh and blood, mixed with bone fragments, all over the floor.

"Damn it, I f***ing hate you!" The tearing pain made the bald, muscular man curse and scream in agony.

Little Third, suppressed by Tokishima Sae, endured the pain and said, "It was the district steward, the 13th district steward of the arbiters. He suspected you were involved in his cousin's disappearance, so he sent us!"

Lin Yifan's face remained expressionless as he turned the gun to Little Third's leg and pulled the trigger under his terrified gaze.

Blood spurted again, and Hirano trembled, while Tokishima Sae shivered with excitement. Blood and flesh splattered on the gray floor, like an art piece, with white bone fragments scattered.

"We've told you, what more do you want!" The bald, muscular man was afraid, afraid of Lin Yifan, who shot without hesitation, a demon who didn't even speak before shooting.

Lin Yifan's expressionless face curled into a mad grin, the bloody scene making him almost uncontrollably want to kill.

But Lin Yifan knew how to control himself, suppressing the inner agitation, and smiled, "It was Zhou Xin who gave you the power to enter this world, right?"