Chapter 19

Face-Slapping the Original Leaders of the Military Base (Apocalypse)

In the original storyline, Xia Qingfeng was a militant. He always rushed to the front as long as he had a mission, and the base wanted to promote him to be a minister of power but he disagreed. He kept taking his strongest team to the most dangerous places, and finally died in a struggle against zombies.

Zhou Xu didn’t feel like paying attention to Xia Qingfeng’s past life. As he said, they must cooperate now. The third class zombies were not easy to deal with. They not only had the ability to summon low-level zombies, but they also had speed and strength that ordinary people could not deal with.

Currently, those with abilities didn’t know how to tell the level of someone with an ability. They only knew that some abilities were relatively pure, so with good practice, the ability level would increase quickly.

But Zhou Xu knew that the highest level of all their abilities was only the third level. If Xia Qingfeng could eliminate third class zombies, then he was at least at the fourth level or higher.

But even if he had reached the fourth level, he would not be able to sustain using his powers for long if there were too many third class zombies.

“Very well. Help us sort out the materials.” Xia Qingfeng said.

The sharp whistle was approaching, but Xia Qingfeng seemed unfazed, and because of that, everyone else felt at ease, so they went to carry supplies.

Zhou Xu did not move. He went to Xia Qingfeng and asked, “Are you sure you have eliminated third-class zombies?”

Xia Qingfeng looked at Zhou Xu and answered, “Yes.”

“How did you know it was a third class zombie?”

“Help if you can. If you can’t, at least shut up.”

Zhou Xu’s eyebrows were bent. The corners of his mouth tilted up, and his smile was as sweet as sugar. “Okay.”

When Xia Qingfeng saw Zhou Xu’s smile, he suddenly paused. However, Zhou Xu turned around and the smile disappeared. Xia Qingfeng followed his figure to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, but Zhou Xu never looked at him again.

Twenty people naturally worked faster than ten people, and so in about seven or eight minutes, three cars were almost loaded.

At the same time, the whistle was getting closer.

Zhou Xu thought,

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