The Flower-Flower Fruit User of Infinite Terror

At that very moment.

In the distant night sky, the sound of propellers spinning at high speed could be heard.

Chu Xuan stood on the rooftop, withdrew his gaze, and looked up into the distance.

Three military helicopters slowly flew over, and one hovered gently at the edge of the rooftop. Zhan Lan, Zhao Yingkong, Ming Yanwei, Xiao Honglu, and Shen Jun's body boarded the helicopter one after another.

After the group boarded the helicopter, it quickly gained altitude and flew off into the distance.

"Da da da!"

Soldiers in combat uniforms crouched on the edge of the helicopter, then ran down to the rooftop, firing continuously at the frantically attacking zombies.

Then, Zheng Zha and the others boarded the helicopter. The helicopter quickly took off and flew towards the distant sea.

Zhao Yingkong sat in the helicopter and glanced at Captain Shen Jun, who was sitting next to her with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes.

Then, she and Mingyanwei glanced at the distance not far away.

Wearing a full set of Shinigami attire, Shen Jun returned to the helicopter cabin as if walking in the air, his spirit and physical body overlapping.

Shen Jun's eyes regained their sparkle.

...

In a certain town.

"Haha, this is so awesome! We've racked up hundreds of reward points these past few days!"

"If we could stay in this world for a year, how many reward points would we have to accumulate!"

Muscular man Imani stood on the rooftop, holding an oil drum and pouring oil downstairs, while his teammates helped to light it.

When the Indiana team first started using their acquired "superpowers" to kill zombies, they found that the efficiency was far too low. Sometimes they were even exhausted and surrounded by tens of thousands of zombies, finding themselves in a predicament.

After all, killing a few dozen zombies creates a commotion that attracts hundreds or thousands of zombies, and after killing hundreds or thousands of zombies, you're immediately met with wave after wave of tens of thousands of zombies...

This relentless offensive was even becoming too much for the Indian team to handle.

Later, they learned to use traps and firearms to kill zombies, and the Indiana squad tasted success.

All they need to do is get to a building, block all the entrances, and park the helicopter in advance to prepare for their escape, then they can use gasoline flames to burn more and more zombies to death.

Even if things go wrong, it doesn't matter; we can just take a helicopter and make a quick getaway.

"Hahaha, burn it all!"

Arrot, wearing a white coat, stood to the side, shouting excitedly and wildly.

They set traps to attract tens of thousands of zombies, and by burning tens of thousands of zombies to death at once, they could earn 100 reward points.

Although the reward points may seem small, it should be noted that a large city has a population of at least a million.

They had plenty of time in a year, so the young monk planned to work hard with his teammates to make up for the loss of a newcomer who died unexpectedly, and also to make a fortune.

In the eyes of the Indian team, there is no concept of "human life is precious or worthless" or "good versus evil".

They would only think that everyone in these horror movies is a sacrificial NPC.

If it can provide them with nourishment, the Indian team is willing to do anything that crosses the line.

"Strange, these zombies all seem to be carrying melee weapons? Do they even have brains?"

The psychic Xue Nai stood by the building, looking down with a puzzled expression.

"Haha, you're overthinking it!"

Lamb, a telekinetic user, controlled the electromagnetic flying needles, rapidly killing one zombie after another, shouting nonchalantly.

"We've spotted the Central Continent Team. Should we go after them?"

Xuenai used her mental powers to communicate with the captain and asked.

"We'll go after we kill these zombies!"

The young monk responded.

Xue Nai looked into the distance.

In the distance, a young monk in a robe stood on the back of a giant snake. The giant snake slithered among the horde of zombies, constantly spewing flames and lightning at them, slaying them like wheat.

...

At dawn.

Pacific Ocean, the United Nations command ship USS Argus.

"Clearance granted for landing. Head 040, wind direction 060, wind speed 5 knots..."

"As instructed by the landing signalman!"

The helicopter slowly approached the aircraft carrier. Shen Jun and the others sat inside the helicopter cabin, looking down.

On the aircraft carrier deck, heavily armed soldiers maintained order, and countless refugees were brought aboard.

However, with the current zombie outbreak and the complete collapse of order, only a very small minority will be able to board an aircraft carrier for refuge.

Shen Jun led Zhao Yingkong and the others off the helicopter and walked towards a distance.

The soldiers looked at them warily.

"Hello, I am Captain Shen of the Special Tactics and Rescue Team."

Shen Jun looked at the black man walking towards him and said.

"Hey, hello Shen, welcome to the team!"

Deputy Secretary-General Thierry approached, excitedly shook hands with him, and said this.

Order has collapsed, many places have been attacked unexpectedly by zombies, the command system has been paralyzed, and even the president is dead.

Thierry welcomed the addition of a regular, well-trained armed force to their ranks.

"Thérèse!"

Grealley walked over and excitedly hugged Thierry.

"Are your family alright, Bro?"

Thierry hugged his brother and asked.

Greeline used to work at the United Nations and was very capable, but she left due to some conflicts and returned to a normal life.

Once they arrived on the aircraft carrier, Thierry immediately arranged accommodations for them.

"Gerry, your beds are number 2 or 3. I'm sorry, but we are short of beds because there are too many disaster victims and combat, command, and logistics personnel from the aircraft carrier."

"Shen, your beds are next door, come with me."

Thierry made arrangements for Ryan's family, and then led Shen Jun and the others to the next room.

Shen Jun, Zheng Zha, Chu Xuan, Ba Wang, Ling Dian, Li Xiaoyi, Zhan Lan, Ming Yanwei, Zhao Yingkong, Xiao Honglu, Qi Tengyi

"Your bed numbers are 7 and 9, and the bed next to you is number 13."

Thierry began to speak.

"Only three beds?"

Shen Jun frowned and looked at Thierry.

"I'm sorry, there are just too many disaster victims."

Thierry said helplessly, "These are special times, so we'll just have to make do."

The beds here are all multi-level bunks, stacked together as upper, middle, and lower bunks.

The space between the lower and upper beds is very small; if you look up carelessly, you'll bump your head.

It looks suffocating from the outside, and it gives you the feeling of Tang Sanzang and his disciples being sent into a steamer...

Thierry was talking to Shen Jun, hoping they could contribute to the fleet. Only those who could prove their worth could survive on the fleet.

Those deemed worthless will be airlifted away by helicopter, or they may not even be rescued at all.

Li Xiaoyi, Zheng Zha, and the others, being very shrewd, took advantage of Shen Jun's serious conversation to scramble into beds number 7 and 9.

They left bed number 13 next door for Zhao Yingkong, Zhan Lan, and Ming Yanwei.