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Lin Bei couldn't help but laugh and said, "Otherwise what?"

Winster grumbled in dissatisfaction, clearly unhappy about being tricked by Lin Bei.

Lin Bei had clearly heard Winster's mutterings, and his expression turned strange.

I feel like my hands aren't very clean.

He casually wiped his hands on Hammond's clothes.

At this moment, the other two unfortunate men on the ground also got up.

That's when.

"Bang!"

The rooftop door, which was already dilapidated and blocked by some debris, could no longer hold up.

It was knocked aside by a zombie that was clearly mutated.

Seeing the zombies that had tripped over the ground still looking the same, I felt a sense of inspiration and relief that even if they had to crawl, they would still try to gnaw a piece of flesh off their bodies.

Winster and Hammond quickly raised their guns and stood in front of Lin Bei.

While firing, Winston said to Lin Bei without turning his head, "Boss, you retreat first! We're here, we definitely won't let these zombies hurt you in the slightest!"

As Winster passionately pledged his loyalty, the others also rushed to protect Lin Bei's side.

If Lin Bei didn't know Winster's hobbies, things would be a little better, but after hearing Winster's earlier mutterings, Lin Bei felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Lin Bei, whose expression turned somewhat unpleasant, used both hands to push aside Winster and Hammond, who were blocking his way.

He raised his hand.

A sudden roar of air filled the air.

The horde of zombies that had been surging in like a tide was struck by an invisible force field and turned into chunks of debris.

In other words, the biohazard crisis has been going on for several years now, and the T-virus doesn't have a moisturizing function, so these zombies have very little moisture.

Lin Bei frowned as he looked at the zombies that were still surging forward.

It quickly filled the void left by the bombardment.

I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Especially if his own subordinates see it.

As soon as Lin Bei had a thought, the cement ground beneath his feet rippled like the surface of water.

The Five Elements Techniques, which had not been seen for a long time, displayed incredible power under Lin Bei's current size.

The entire building began to shake.

The group of Winster and his companions, who had been knocked off their feet by Lin Bei's force field magic, had just gotten up when they faced the shaking ground and huddled together, supporting each other.

Under Lin Bei's control.

All the staircases became smooth, like a slide, and the handrails on the side were like venomous snakes that had seized the opportunity, opening their long-awaited snouts amidst the rolling zombies.

Chapter 154 Transmigrators and Transmigrators

Jerry Winters and the others barely managed to stand by supporting each other.

However, under Lin Bei's control, this building, which was only twelve stories high, rose from the ground like a giant.

Various discarded office supplies kept breaking through the glass, sliding down and falling to the ground.

It fell down along with the zombies.

Looking at the suddenly elevated view, Jerry Stan struggled to steady his feet, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke.

"My God, is this the power the boss possesses?"

Jerry Winters' earlier commotion had already attracted a considerable number of zombies to gather downstairs.

After Lin Bei transformed the abandoned building into a giant, the zombies wandering nearby suffered this undeserved disaster.

Most zombies act on instinct, with only a very few possessing some intelligence, though not much.

You might call them stupid, but they can climb, jump high, crawl through dog holes, and dig underground tunnels.

They are clever, but their cleverness is limited. They get stuck in terrain that attracts hatred, they don't know how to use tools, and they can't even open a door that can be opened with a simple reach.

The commotion Lin Bei caused directly impacted this small town.

The mindless zombies emerged from their waiting hiding places.

Standing on the rooftop, Lin Bei completely ignored the zombies.

I frowned as I looked at my attribute panel, only to find that there were no new templates.

You'd probably need to use a ticket issued by a cheat code to travel the world to get a new template.

However, for Lin Bei right now, unless a template for a conceptual skill appears, it won't really be of much help to him.

With only a rudimentary grasp of the abandoned building giant beneath his feet, Lin Bei looked around and locked onto his target.

That was a bookstore in this small town.

There must be something Lin Bei wants there.

First, you need at least a map to determine your location.

Lin Bei had never been abroad before his transmigration. It wasn't that he was short of money, but mainly for safety reasons. He didn't dare to join cheap tour groups, and he felt too bad about spending money on expensive ones. Besides, this vast country is more than enough for him to do.

That being said, this place is now completely abandoned, which has somewhat affected geographical observations.

If there are expired newspapers, it's possible to determine how many years the virus outbreak occurred. If the old newspapers are more complete, it's also possible to confirm whether this is a movie/TV show world, a fan fiction world, or a game world.

Lin Bei prefers fanfiction-style alternate worlds. If it's a fanfiction-style alternate world, then the female lead's figure definitely won't be compromised. It won't be like the "Auntie Amazing" series, where the pictures are for reference only and there's an extreme difference between the seller's and buyer's photos.

It's beyond extreme; it's a scene of utter devastation, akin to plastic surgery.

A tremendous roar began to echo in this small town that had been silent for many years.

Unfortunately, there are no survivors left here. Otherwise, upon hearing this commotion, they would have rushed out to investigate like groundhogs.

In a post-apocalyptic environment, without the constraints of law, survivors act entirely based on their own flexible moral compass.

And the key point here is Amei.

If any survivors do come forward, Lin Bei doesn't plan to save them.

As the saying goes, put aside your desire to help others and respect their fate.

Jerry Winters and others on the rooftop also got used to the jolts.

Gathering his courage, Jerry Niang asked, "Boss, where are we going?"

Lin Bei slightly turned his head to look at Jerry Winters and his group, and pointed, saying, "There!"

Jerry Winters and the others looked up and saw that it was a two-story bookstore, which was quite large in terms of its size and signboard.

"Your goal is to go inside and find a map so we can confirm your location."

Also, if you have any books sold after 90, whether they are academic journals or novels, please take them.

Jerry Niang immediately understood Lin Bei's intention, "I guarantee the mission will be completed!"

Jerry Winters and the others were all ordinary soldiers who were recruited into Hydra as soon as they were discharged from the army. In the end, they were not as worldly-wise as Jerry Niang, who had been wandering around for a few years after his discharge.

Especially the shady dealings of those capitalists.

Upon hearing Lin Bei's instructions, she immediately understood his intentions.

Novels and the like can be published to make money.

Although these novels are limited by the times, after all, tastes change every year.

A book or a movie only becomes a hit at the right time.

Take The Legend of Zu Mountain for example. If it had been split into three or four parts, it would have definitely been a hit. Even so, it would still be able to outperform a host of fantasy dramas today. But back then, it wouldn't have been as successful because the market's acceptance level hadn't been developed yet.

Take the "Steamed Bun Bloodbath" case, for example. Looking at it now, it's still the same old story, but it's just a way to scam the box office and make a quick buck. Anyway, it doesn't lose money.

One book isn't enough, how about two? If two aren't enough, then there's still a bookshelf to go through.

You can still earn some money, more or less.

Others might not know, but how could Jerry not know?

As someone who just joined Hydra and has been working with the logistics department clerks, I know exactly when they shaved, whether they used laser or wax.

Jerry has some understanding of Hydra's current financial situation.

Hydra is having a tough time right now, like a parasitic vine.

Regardless of which faction they belong to, they all rely on military funding to survive.

Only Lin Bei's faction fared slightly better, receiving a steady stream of gold, jewelry, and gemstones.

Otherwise, how could the research department, with its bunch of fledgling cuckoos, possibly be filled?

However, large-scale shipments can easily lead to currency devaluation.

Moreover, this isn't exactly public money; it needs to be used discreetly.

Lin Bei's thoughts were similar to Jerry Niang's guesses.

Lin Bei was truly impressed by the guys in the research department, but he also knew that this was a necessary investment.

In other words, Nick Fury hasn't taken over yet, otherwise he could at least get some benefits.

With Nick Fury's abilities, he managed to scrape together over a dozen small dollars from the books for the construction of safe houses and the research and development of hair growth products, and no one has noticed.

Even the Hydra agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (which was practically renamed Snake Shield in the original comics) failed to detect anything amiss.

And the Security Council, under Nick Fury's influence, continued to allocate funds.

This shows just how capable Nick Fury is.

Lin Bei stopped the abandoned building and gestured with his lip, saying, "It's your turn!"

Now that you have antibodies, you don't need to worry even if you get bitten.

At most, it's just that the virus carried by those zombies has mutated, causing you to experience some degree of rejection.