Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

"Brother Mu, your left arm!!"

His gaze swept over Qi Zhimu's bare left shoulder, and the Black Tower, who had just woken up, instantly turned pale.

"It's nothing, it's a small matter. You still have your right arm to protect you." Qi Zhimu smiled nonchalantly and reached out to rub her head.

"...This is nothing..."

"It's really nothing. You'll just need to get your prosthetic limbs put back on when we get back to Azure Star. You've slept for a long time, so have something to eat first."

Qi Zhimu was unwilling to discuss this topic further. He opened a can of instant eight-treasure porridge with one hand. The can was printed with "Made in Xia Country".

Hei Ta bit her lower lip tightly.

Despite being so badly injured, he acted as if it didn't matter, only thinking about her.

No matter how advanced the prosthetic limb technology on Azure Star is, it can never compare to the limbs we are born with...

At this point, saying anything more would be useless. All she could do was take care of herself and not add any more burden to Qi Zhimu.

Thinking of this, Black Tower picked up the canned porridge and quickly started eating.

As the virus swept through the city, the usual hustle and bustle of the night was replaced by the occasional screams of humans and the roars of zombies.

Fortunately, the zombies only have the instinct to eat and no intelligence, so they cannot break through the defensive facilities they have set up in the corridor for the time being.

Silent all night.

The four waited in the apartment for two days, and in a few more days, the water and electricity would probably be cut off.

This isn't a big problem; the supplies Qi Zhimu and the disordered male lead prepared are enough to last for several more days.

On the third day, a deafening sound came from outside, and the entire apartment building shook violently.

"What's going on?" The disordered male protagonist asked with a stern expression.

"I'll go out and take a look." Qi Zhimu opened the locked door and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

It would have been better not to look at it, because once I did, I was a little surprised.

Thick smoke billowed from the hospital's open-air parking lot, attracting a large number of zombies who were steadily converging towards it.

Due to the distance, Qi Zhimu could hardly see the specific situation and assumed it was a private plane or helicopter crash.

When the others in the room found out, they didn't think much of it.

Faced with their own dire situation, they had no time to worry about what was going on outside.

Sometimes, even if you actively try to avoid trouble, trouble will still find you.

Not long after a few piercing screams, three panicked figures rushed into the staff apartment, followed by another violent tremor.

With a loud bang, several fire escape stairs collapsed.

Unable to continue the pursuit, the zombies completely surrounded the people upstairs.

Qi Zhimu went downstairs to check the situation and bumped into three people who were running uphill like madmen.

At a glance, I recognized their azure star uniforms.

Although Qi Zhimu was missing his left arm, his shirt and the new coat he was wearing were from Grizzly City, but his trousers were from Azure Star.

When he recognized the other person's origin, the other person also recognized his origin.

"You're from... spaceship 067? What's going on?" Qi Zhimu asked.

"Attacked by an unknown creature, the spaceship crashed in this world..."

"I'm asking about the explosion just now."

As the executor of the spacetime coordinate mission, Qi Zhimu was well aware that the spaceship was equipped with different self-defense equipment to deal with virtual life forms.

Most of them were firearms like guns, with a few melee weapons.

But the commotion just now was very much like the United Government's strict control over portable explosives that are strictly prohibited from being brought onto the spaceship.

This thing could easily damage the spaceship's structure. How did they manage to sneak it up here?

After a brief exchange, Qi Zhimu learned the names of the three people; the woman in the lead was named Isabella.

They are not rebels.

Even so, Qi Zhimu didn't give the three of them a friendly look.

He was peacefully waiting for the military's instructions in the building and taking the opportunity to recover from his injuries, but these uninvited guests led a large number of zombies downstairs.

The disordered protagonist is with his daughter. Despite losing his left arm, he is carrying the Black Tower. If the zombies don't disperse, evacuation will be extremely difficult.

"Someone just screamed. Did your companion get eaten by a zombie?"

"Uh...yes, yes!"

Ok?

Qi Zhimu keenly noticed that the three people's expressions were a little off, and their eyes were darting around.

However, it has nothing to do with him.

The spacetime coordinate mission is inherently a saturation rescue operation. Those who have already found the coordinates should prioritize returning to Azure Star, not rescuing people.

He must, and only needs to, protect the Black Tower to complete its mission.

Thinking of this, Qi Zhimu left the person hanging without hesitation and returned to the disordered male protagonist's house, locking the doors and windows.

Upon learning the identities of the three individuals, Black Tower remained unmoved.

As for the disorderly male protagonist, knowing he was too busy to care for himself, he wouldn't interfere.

Neither Qi Zhimu nor Heita expected that Isabella would be so ruthless as to want to kill them.

The woman found a large amount of highly concentrated medical nitrogen gas in a room. If a person inhales too much of it, they will quickly lose consciousness.

In the dead of night, when everyone was asleep, a colorless and odorless gas seeped into the room through the cracks in the door.

Qi Zhimu seemed to sense something, suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously held his breath, his gaze immediately turning to the side beside him.

The Black Tower is fast asleep.

Or rather, under the influence of medical nitrogen, she was unable to wake up for a short period of time.

Although the father and daughter, the main characters of the disordered story, were sleeping in the bedroom, all the windows were tightly closed, and the whole house was now filled with gas.

If this goes on for too long, the people inside could even be in mortal danger.

Qi Zhimu dared not delay and immediately mobilized the abundant power he had recovered to firmly protect the black tower.

Just then—

boom!

The hospital staff apartment was not high-end, and the door was made of wood; it was violently kicked open from the outside.

Three figures wearing gas masks walked in, and as soon as the lights were turned on, they met Qi Zhimu's cold gaze.

Clearly surprised that he was still awake, Isabella and the others were startled, but soon a fierce look appeared on their faces.

"You have some nerve."

As soon as Qi Zhimu said this, three pistols were pointed at him simultaneously.

Isabella couldn't understand why Qi Zhimu was still conscious when she had released all the medical nitrogen stored in the doctor's house.

No...that's not right!

After observing carefully for a few seconds, Isabella came to a new conclusion.

Qi Zhimu was also affected, but his resistance was extraordinary, and he still retained consciousness.

"Qi Yun, you still don't know what this world is, do you? Let me tell you, this is disorder," Isabella said.

Qi Yun was the pseudonym Qi Zhimu used when he infiltrated the United Government during his time with the rebels.

"So?" Qi Zhimu asked coldly.

"If you want to live, you have to listen to us. The owner of this house is the male protagonist. You're quite lucky... huh?!"

Before she could finish speaking, Isabella saw the person next to Qi Zhimu, who had his back to her, slowly sit up.

The light illuminated that face, revealing a countenance that everyone was intimately familiar with.

"The Black Tower?!"

Within the coalition government, the name Black Tower is known to everyone.

It's not just because of her background, but also because of her intelligence and abilities.

Before Hei Ta could fully react, she was firmly protected behind Qi Zhimu. She quickly realized that something was wrong and glanced at the three people at the door.

"Isabella, what do you want to do?"

She frowned as she faced the gun.

The three men's spaceship had clearly crashed, yet they didn't eject immediately during their evacuation, and they even took the weapons from the spaceship with them.