Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The instructor nodded, a rare occurrence, and said, "Not bad, you have a good foundation." He then waved for him to go to the equipment area to choose a weapon.

The equipment area consisted of several temporary tents set up on the side of the playground, filled with all sorts of cold weapons.

Cleavers, axes, spears, daggers, and crossbows.

We have no firearms; gunfire would be too loud and could easily attract a large horde of zombies. This mission will focus on covert operations.

Lin Mo rummaged through the pile of weapons and finally picked out a longsword made of high-speed steel.

The sword has a long, slender blade with a sharp edge. The handle is wrapped with a layer of non-slip rubber, and it feels just the right weight in your hand. A casual swing produces a clear, melodious hum.

He casually twirled his sword a few times, the tip drawing smooth arcs in the air, attracting frequent glances from several mutants nearby who were engrossed in selecting weapons.

Lin Mo ignored the stares, picked up his sword, and turned to walk toward the transport plane that was already waiting on the runway.

Soon, everyone boarded a military transport plane that was parked on the runway.

The cabin was filled with the smell of diesel fuel mixed with sweat. The folding seats on both sides were crowded with people. Some were repeatedly checking the equipment, some were talking in hushed tones, and some were closing their eyes and doing their final mental preparation.

Lin Mo found a seat at the back of the cabin, placed his longsword on the ground, and casually glanced across the cabin.

Then his gaze stopped on two figures on the left side of the front row.

One is Li Yuan.

The guy was wearing a modified military bulletproof vest, holding a large machete in his arms, and talking to the person next to him with his head tilted to the side.

It wasn't too surprising that he also participated in this mission. The allure of the secondary gene serum was indeed considerable, and given Li Yuan's ambition to make a name for himself in the apocalypse, he certainly wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by.

But the woman sitting next to Li Yuan made Lin Mo raise an eyebrow slightly.

The woman was dressed in a sleek black tactical uniform, with a dagger at her waist. Her short hair was close to her ears, and she had sharp features and an unapproachable, aloof air about her.

Lin Mo recognized the face; it was Han Yue.

The female detective who had been investigating several cases for him in the main world was also encountered in the second world. What a small world!

Li Yuan also saw Lin Mo. His expression was one of surprise, followed by a flash of resentment. He clearly remembered how Lin Mo had publicly humiliated him at the convenience store entrance in the service area.

Han Yue also noticed Lin Mo's aggressive gaze, and she looked at Li Yuan with a puzzled expression, asking:

"Who is he? Do you know him?"

Li Yuan spoke in a fawning tone:

"Sister Han, he's Li Jing's ex-boyfriend. He's a pervert who enjoys domestic violence and infatuation with Ace!"

Upon hearing this, Han Yue looked in Lin Mo's direction, giving him a cold glance with undisguised disgust in her eyes.

After the transport plane had been flying for about an hour, the red indicator lights inside the cabin began to flash, and the tail door slowly opened, letting in a sharp, high-altitude airflow.

The instructor stood at the cabin door, holding a megaphone and shouting to everyone:

"Destination reached, prepare to jump!"

After landing, each person will fight their own battle; the operation will last for 24 hours!

Regardless of whether the mission is completed or not, the transport plane will pick you up at the same place 24 hours later!

Remember, be back on time! Latecomers will not be waited for!

Lin Mo walked to the cabin door in line and glanced down.

The mountains below appeared somewhat distorted under the sweltering heat. A winding road cut through the valley, ending at a gray-white industrial zone with several low concrete buildings and towering chimneys faintly visible. That was the nuclear warhead production base.

He adjusted the parachute straps and leaped out of the hatch.

As he fell from the sky, Lin Mo squinted to observe the situation on the ground.

There weren't many zombies around the base; they were scattered sparsely in the open space between the road and the factory, roughly estimated to be only a few hundred.

It's clear that some of the zombies have been lured away by the survivor camp.

At the same time, these zombies were different from the kind he had seen in Dajiang City.

The zombies here all have eerie green skin and are covered with pustules of all sizes, as if they have been bloated by radiation.

Some of the zombies even had clumps of green, moss-like fur growing on their backs, glistening wetly in the blazing sun.

The parachute automatically opened at the predetermined altitude, and Lin Mo adjusted his direction, landing on a relatively open factory rooftop.

Meanwhile, other participants also landed one after another. Some landed on the open ground of the factory, some hung on the treetops, and one person was unlucky enough to fall directly into a pile of zombies.

Lin Mo cut the parachute cord, landed on the roof, and observed the surrounding situation from above.

The group of zombies closest to him had already smelled the scent of living people and were roaring as they pounced on the first few participants who landed.

Those men were clearly experienced; after landing, they quickly drew their weapons and charged towards the zombies.

One of the bald, burly men wielded a military-style hand axe, splitting open the head of a zombie with a single blow, splattering green and white matter all over him.

Before he could even feel smug, the green blood splattered on him instantly emitted white smoke, corroding several large holes in his clothes. He cried out in pain and staggered back several steps.

However, before he could catch his breath,

Suddenly, another zombie beside him swelled up, the pustules on its stomach bulging like balloons, before bursting open with a muffled thud.

Green pus and bits of flesh splattered everywhere, splashing all over him. The bald, burly man screamed in agony and rolled on the ground. A moment later, he was lifeless!

"Self-destruct!"

These things will self-destruct!

Someone shouted, and everyone immediately became alert.

Several people who had originally intended to rush in for close combat retreated and switched to throwing weapons or ranged attacks.

But there were just too many zombies. Before the first batch was even killed, more zombies poured out from behind the factory buildings and chimneys in the distance, their roars echoing and making people's eardrums buzz.

Lin Mo leaped off the roof, lightly touching the heads of several zombies with his toes, and moved through the horde of corpses like a ghost.

The blade of the high-speed steel longsword in his hand gleamed coldly under the blazing sun. He had mastered the Quanzhen Sword Technique to its fullest extent, each strike precisely piercing the back of the zombie's neck or eye socket, severing its brainstem without giving it any chance to self-destruct.

The zombie that was hit didn't even have time to groan before it fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

In just a few breaths, all the dozen or so zombies around him had fallen to the ground, leaving a mess of corpses scattered everywhere. None of them had exploded.

Those who were still struggling nearby couldn't help but glance at Lin Mo a few more times when they saw this scene.

His every move was clean and crisp, without any superfluous actions; the trajectory of his sword carried an almost artistic beauty.

This is clearly not brute force, but genuine martial arts skill.

Even Han Yue, who had just landed not far away, couldn't help but show a hint of surprise when she saw Lin Mo wielding his sword to kill zombies.

She grabbed Li Yuan's arm and pulled him away from a zombie attack, refocusing her attention on the battle in front of her.