CHAPTER 1649: CHAPTER 1643: A GUY JUST LIKE YONG

The protective shield was activated, and the unattractive orange hue covered the sky, changing its color entirely. The annoying zombie roars vanished instantly, and this Dangerous Sanctuary City, spanning 23,000 square kilometers, was tightly sealed!

Yet, even so, the tumultuous explosions from battles outside involving high-ranking fighters could still be sensed through the shield. Occasionally, silhouettes soared into the sky, fists pounding towards opponents like torrential rain. Each attack compressed the air to its limit, causing explosions, nearly twisting the space. As the ascending force vanished, the figures in the air plummeted downward, hitting the ground harshly!

Bam!

The ground trembled, and the storm swept debris against the protective shield. Thankfully, the shield absorbed the impact!

The intensity of the battle outside was unimaginable for the three of them, as extreme power erupted, causing mountains to crumble in the blink of an eye!

"This..." Ghost Head was momentarily speechless.

"Don’t worry, if those Level 7 and Level 8 big shots outside can hold off all the zombies above Level 7, then the ones below Level 6 will find it hard to break through the shield."

"But... doesn’t that mean the people outside can’t come in?" Ghost Head said worriedly. He used to only fear those powerful individuals who lorded over others in Sanctuary City but dismissed them in his heart, thinking their only difference from ordinary people was better luck. Yet seeing those people fearlessly charge into the zombie horde, battling with high-level zombies, he felt not just fear but also some respect. But now, activating the protective shield before those fighters could come in felt utterly disheartening.

As soon as he said this, Ghost Head heard a square-faced soldier snort coldly.

"Hmph, instead of worrying about those guys, you should worry about yourself. You can’t get out either..."

"Uh... okay... okay..."

Ghost Head felt a bit awkward, admitting he just said something stupid. Compared to those strong ones outside the shield, they were like birds in a cage unless someone could make a hole in the shield or wait for the outside zombie wave to break it open; otherwise, there was no escape!

As the saying goes, the sky is high for the birds to fly. The world is vast, and if those Level 8 New Humans outside wanted to escape, they could break through the zombie wave anytime and flee far away!

The three of them quickly ran to the top floor. After a while, several soldiers rushed up, looking surprised when they saw the three, greeted them, and then went to vantage points suitable for shooting at the collapsed zombie-proof wall, waiting.

At this point, there were eight soldiers, including Ghost Head’s trio on the rooftop. Seconds ticked by, and soon, through the gap created by the collapsed zombie-proof wall, they could see zombie faces outside the shield, tightening their minds, quickly raising their weapons and aiming at those zombies.

The zombies opened their evolved mouths, no longer resembling their original form, revealing black and yellow teeth. Even though people inside were unaffected through the shield, they could still sense the zombies’ rotten stench!

They seemed to be roaring angrily, but unfortunately, the people inside the shield couldn’t hear. The few inside saw the zombies outside baring their teeth and desperately pushing their heads into the gap, heads tilted, long for the people inside. Occasionally, when touching the shield, they got scorched by the intense heat, sizzling, yet they refused to give up, looking extremely ridiculous. As for the zombies unable to squeeze their heads in, they frantically punched the already collapsed zombie-proof wall, evident from the constantly trembling debris.

As zombies appeared, some soldiers operated mechs forward, but seeing the zombies couldn’t get in, they stopped, waiting silently. Seeing this, Ghost Head and his group on the rooftop relaxed, as the square-faced soldier said earlier, as long as the powerful Level 7 and Level 8 individuals outside could hold off all zombies above Level 7, the rest would find it hard to get in.

They put down their guns, even though the zombies couldn’t get in temporarily, no one knew when the shield would be breached. This rare time needed to be used to replenish the soldiers’ energy well.

"Hey, share these with you a bit."

The five soldiers who came later directly sat on the ground. With no officer present, only them on the rooftop, temporarily left without constraints. One soldier even took out a plastic bag, opening it to reveal chocolate chip cookies, a rarity in the apocalypse, presumably produced before the Apocalypse. Seeing how tightly sealed in a plastic bag, it must have been a cherished item for him.

Perhaps knowing there was no chance of surviving this battle, even though the Zombie King hadn’t appeared yet, he decided to share them.

No one knew how long they had been preserved, crumbled to pieces. None of the soldiers cared if they expired; they just accepted whatever got handed to them.

Noticing that soldier calling them again, Ghost Head’s trio glanced at each other, went over, and took the crumbled cookies from the soldier’s hand.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

"..."

"Let me introduce myself. I’m Chen Peng, from Province Y. This has been with me for a year, left by my mom. It might be expired, so don’t mind it."

"It’s okay, it’s okay."

"Being able to have this meal before dying is pretty good, who cares about that, right?"

"Hahaha."

"I am..."

The eight people gathered and introduced themselves, gaining some understanding of each other, originally strangers. Brother Shi and Ghost Head also learned that the square-faced soldier’s name was Wu Zhixiong.

After introductions, while resting, they began to chat casually. However, given the special circumstances, their casual conversations mostly revolved around hopeful fantasies of surviving this battle!

"If we survive, let’s meet at Xianglan Fifth Street in White Wing. There’s a restaurant there with good food. Let’s use all the Yajin we have for a good meal, haha!"

Hearing the laughter around, Ghost Head shook his head slightly, recalling he had heard similar words before.

Ah... the premise is surviving first.

He silently recited this in his heart, not speaking it aloud; fantasies are beautiful, but reality is always harsh. Although those present had the confidence to believe they would survive, Ghost Head doubted he could. His life felt like a supporting role, setting the stage for the protagonist’s appearance, perhaps not even meeting the protagonist before it would end, not even qualifying as an extra!

With such a life, he didn’t believe he would be the lucky one surviving this battle.

Boredly glancing aside, however, at that moment, he noticed someone. The person’s expression was dazed, speaking little, holding onto the cookie crumbs Chen Peng gave him, still uneaten. For some reason, Ghost Head felt this guy was just like Yong!