Madam, I like you.

　The buttons in the elevator light up, and someone wants to take the elevator at the same time.

　"Ding!"

　The elevator door opened at the fourth floor, and a middle-aged man in a suit was about to step in.

　Mo Yankong raised his revolver to the man's forehead and said with a smile, "Sorry, this road leads to hell."

　Snapped!

　A gunshot rang out, and the man fell backward in shock. He was shot in the middle of his eyebrows and became a corpse before he knew what was happening.

　The elevator door closed again.

　This time, the elevator reached the sixth floor smoothly. As the elevator door just opened, two men in suits came towards them. Seeing the revolver in Mo Yankong's hand, they reacted quickly and were about to pull out the pistols in their pockets.

　Unfortunately, Mo Yankong was faster than them. He shot a guard in the head and another guard in the shoulder, crippling his right hand before he could pull out the gun.

　"You...you...you...who are you! Do you know where this is?" The guard covered his wound and shouted fiercely.

　Mo Yankong picked up the pistol that had fallen to the ground, checked the ammunition, put it in his pocket, and fired another shot at the guard's right foot. He smiled and asked, "Where is your team leader Fukuda Eiji?"

　“Ah… I… I don’t know.”

　"Snapped!"

　Mo Yankong didn't hesitate for a moment, and the bullet hit the guard's left shoulder again.

　“Ahhhhh——” the guard let out a sharp wail of pain.

　This time, Mo Yankong walked over, pointed the gun at his forehead, and calmly asked, "Wrong answer. You have one more chance."

　The entire process flowed smoothly, and Mo Yankong's indifference to life frightened the guard. Realizing he would be killed on the spot if he didn't answer, he quickly said in a trembling voice, "Please... please spare my life! I'm telling you right now, it's at the end of the corridor on the left. The team leader is in that office."

　"Answer wrong and you're lying."

　Mo Yankong stabbed the guard's chest with his right hand, absorbing the life energy and injecting the vampire factor. After standing up, the blood on his right hand quickly disappeared, and he went in the completely opposite direction that the guard said to find the leader of the Fukuda Group, Fukuda Eiji.

　Mo Yankong's senses are very sharp. He can judge whether a person is lying by observing the subtle changes in the guard's expression, eyes and heartbeat. The more nervous people are, the more easily their consciousness will be shaken, and it is easy to tell whether they are lying or not.

　The corpse on the ground froze for a moment, then when it stood up again, it had transformed into a blood-thirsty monster, roaring and laughing strangely: "Blood... It doesn't matter... Give me blood!"

　Some members of the Futian Group had already rushed over after hearing the news. Seeing the corpse-like appearance, they screamed: "What's going on! How did the virus spread here?!"

　"shot!"

　Several gunshots rang out, and bullets knocked the Zombie to the ground. While the Zombie looked very similar to zombies, they were essentially different creatures. The Zombie blocked the bullets aimed at its head with its hands. As for the bullets that hit its body, they didn't hurt at all.

　The corpse-man let out a strange laugh and jumped up from the ground.

　"It's not dead! Be careful!" The guards exclaimed, only to see a black shadow rushing over and biting the neck of the guard in front.

　In terms of speed, strength, zombies and ordinary humans are not on the same level.

　While sucking the guard's blood, the zombie was shot in the head by a pistol and finally died unwillingly. But after a while, the guard whose blood was sucked turned into a zombie again and attacked his companions.

　Although the zombies have consciousness, they are unable to resist their own blood-sucking impulse and Mo Yankong, their creator.

　Even a loving mother who is willing to sacrifice herself to save her baby will no longer be herself the moment she turns into a zombie. If she is holding her child in her arms, she will surely devour it without hesitation.

　Chapter 23: The Mafia and the Patriotic Society

　Futian Building, 6th floor, team leader meeting room.

　At this time, a fifty-year-old man with white hair, a wealthy face but a sinister feeling was standing in the conference room. In front of the old man, a man and a woman were handcuffed. The man was half-kneeling on the ground with his hands held down by two bodyguards, unable to move.

　The handcuffed man asked, "Fukuda Eiji, what is your purpose in bringing us here?"

　A fifty-year-old man named Fukuda Eiji stood at the window, gazing at the night view of the city. The lights were still on, but beneath the lights there was only blood and carnage, with living corpses still wandering and attacking the living.

　Fukuda Eiji raised his eyes and gave the man a cold look: "President Gaocheng, isn't this a simple thing to think of? I need control of the power station and more weapons."

　The man's name is Takagi Soichiro, Saya Takagi's father, and the chairman of the right-wing organization "Kokumi Isshin-kai". Before the disaster happened, he could be said to be one of the mortal enemies of the Fukuda Group. The local councilors supported by the Fukuda Group and the local councilors supported by Kokumi Isshin-kai are in a competitive relationship.

　Gao Chengzong looked at the old man seriously and asked slowly, "Are you crazy?"

　Fukuda Eiji chuckled and said, "If I had done this before this disaster, I would have been crazy. Look, from here you can see clearly those piles of burning corpses and those monsters attacking the living. Similar disasters are happening all over the world now. Not only society, but even the state is facing the crisis of collapse. No one can protect themselves. This is a chaotic world, a warring state."

　Gao Chengzong's voice was firm and passionate: "You are really crazy, it is at this time

　We should unite the people to resist the monsters instead of attacking the police and their companions who are protecting the people."

　Fukuda Eiji shook his head. "Resist the monster? Is that even necessary? Mr. Takagi Soichiro, you're the president of the Patriotic Isshin Society. As someone who calls yourself an elite, don't you understand this principle? The victors are kings and the losers are bandits. Monsters are nothing to worry about. This slow-moving monster poses less of a threat than a mad stray dog."

　"Now that you know it, it won't be long before the government can deal with all these bodies."

　"so what."

　"If the government knew about the crimes you committed, how would you face it and how would you explain it?" Takagi Soichiro glared at Fukuda Eiji and spoke word by word, his voice full of great courage and warning.

　Upon hearing this, Fukuda Eiji burst into laughter, his expression revealing mockery and contempt. "Hahaha! President Takashiro, you're even more foolish than I thought. Since you're the leader of the Patriotic Isshin Society, think carefully. Isn't this what politics is all about? All I want is to get through this difficult time. What does the life and death of others have to do with me?"

　What about national reconstruction? Social order has collapsed. During this brief period of chaos, no one can be convicted of any crime. The Fukuda Group only needs to focus on the present and get through this difficult time. If the government is reorganized in the future, the Fukuda Group can simply use the banner of submission. And because of the Fukuda Group's existence, society after the chaos is still unstable. Who would dare to touch Fukuda Eiji?

　The purple-haired noblewoman, whose hands were bound, cursed with disgust, "You just want to vent your wild and savage desires."

　Fukuda Eiji sat down, clasped his hands together, and looked at me with a cold, arrogant expression. "So, are you willing to cooperate? Have all members of the Yuguo Yixinhui surrender their weapons and control of the power station, and leave behind all maintenance technicians."

　Gao Chengzong said disdainfully: "Wishful thinking, a mere stray dog."

　As if he had anticipated this answer, Fukuda Eiji smiled calmly and said, "Is that so? It's a shame that the Yukoku Isshinkai is about to lose their respected and powerful president. Without their leader, the Yukoku Isshinkai is nothing more than a bunch of scum. Your choice will do no good and will only bring death to the people you lead. Besides, after your death, what will happen to your wife? I have no shortage of energetic men here. How about this, President Takashiro, I'll give you another hour to consider it."

　Just as Fukuda Eiji was about to turn around and leave, there was a rapid knock on the conference room door.

　"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

　Fukuda Eiji said unhappily, "Come in!"

　A bodyguard in a black suit hurried in to report: "President!? Something happened!"

　"What's going on? Why are you so flustered?"

　The bodyguard bowed and apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry, but an enemy has sneaked into the building and caused a disturbance."

　"Kill without mercy."

　The bodyguard looked bitter: "This..."

　"explain."

　"I'm not very clear about the specific situation, but the second and third floors have been occupied by a group of monsters. Some have rushed to the sixth floor and are heading here. They are targeting you."

　"What!" Fukuda Eiji's face suddenly turned ugly. He glanced at Takashiro Soichiro and sneered, "Your men are quite capable."

　After saying that, Eiji Fukuda took out a pistol from his arms, aimed at the head of Soichiro Takagi who was pinned to the ground and unable to move, and fired continuously until the ammunition was empty.

　When invaders arrived during this period of time, Fukuda Eiji naturally thought of the members of the Patriotic Isshin-kai who came to rescue their president. That group of self-proclaimed right-wingers were much more mobile than the current army.

　As the second generation leader of the Fukuda Group, Fukuda Eiji killed many of his brothers in his quest for the position of group leader. Now that the members of the Yukoku Isshinkai have come to the rescue, they cannot be given a chance.

　Killing Takashiro might make it difficult for Yukoku Isshin to handle the situation. But things would not develop in the worst direction if Takashiro was rescued back to the power station. At that time, Yukoku Isshin would be a sword hanging over his head.

　"Soichiro!" Yuriko Takagi screamed sadly.

　Fukuda Eiji turned his gaze to Takagi Yuriko, his eyes icy. He felt it was a pity to kill this beautiful lady. However, this woman was no less capable than Takagi Soichiro, and letting her go was a far greater threat. A woman's revenge could be far more frenzied than a man's.

　The muzzle of the gun moved to the right and shot at Yuriko Takagi's eyebrows.

　“Ka-ka—”

　Realizing his pistol was out of ammunition, Fukuda Eiji dropped it, drew the short knife from his waist, and ordered his bodyguard: "Hold her neck!"

　"Yes."

　The two bodyguards held Yuriko Takagi's chin and forced it up, revealing her flawless snow-white neck.

　Takagi Yuriko stared at Fukuda Eiji, her eyes no longer dignified, but filled with madness and resentment. She gnashed her teeth and cursed Fukuda Eiji: "You...you scum will get what you deserve sooner or later!"

　"Until then, go down and reunite with your husband."

　Fukuda Eiji expressionlessly thrust the dagger into the slender, white neck, refusing to pull it out, as the spurting blood would stain his black suit.

　He has a lot of experience in killing enemies with his own hands.

　Takagi Yuriko collapsed helplessly, her eyes filled with despair beneath her disheveled hair. Pulling out the dagger would cause her to bleed to death even faster. Fukuda Eiji had deliberately tortured her to death.

　"Give me a gun. I want to see who dares to break in here."

　The bodyguard next to him respectfully handed over his pistol.

　Chapter 24: Sky-Splitting Eyes and Shocking

　"One, two, three... six... eleven. There are fifteen people hiding in various corners of the corridor. Judging from the gunshots just now, there are also guys with submachine guns and shotguns. The most troublesome thing is the explosion just now. It wasn't a bomb or a grenade, but a grenade launcher. Even the military's special firearms may not be equipped with this thing."

　"How to do?"

　Mo Yankong leaned against the wall at the corner of the corridor, closed his eyes, and relied on his hearing to sense the breathing sounds on the other side of the corridor to judge the number of enemies.

　The corridor was littered with corpses, blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the entire corridor red, and all kinds of unidentifiable body fragments exploded on the walls. This was the result of the grenade launcher just now.

　Some of the corpses were like a hornet's nest. They were the zombies that Mo Yankong had just sent to test the ferocity of the enemy's firepower. In the end, they were like throwing meat buns at a dog, and they never came back.

　The Futian Group's equipment was even more sophisticated than Mo Yankong had imagined. Pistols were fine, but the submachine guns were enough to threaten Mo Yankong, and the grenade launchers were even more so. Once a body was shattered by the explosion, even with the vampire's powerful self-healing ability, it would be extremely difficult to recover in a short period of time.

　It's not impossible to force a breakthrough; Mo Yankong possesses the strength to shatter modern concrete walls. However, the opponent can't fail to detect the sound, which would put Mo Yankong in danger.

　Mo Yankong has a steady personality and doesn't want to take risks unless it's absolutely necessary.

　"Vampires' attacks aren't limited to melee combat. Try it, this is the skill that Dio once prided himself on." Mo Yankong chuckled softly.

　Without a heartbeat and without the need to breathe, Mo Yankong gained absolute control over his body by concentrating his attention. He could mobilize the operation of every muscle, the flow direction of every drop of blood, the reaction of every nerve, and so on.

　Now, Mo Yankong focused his attention on the eyeball, controlling the substance in the eyeball, which was not actually a muscle, to squeeze the tissue fluid stored inside the eyeball.

　"A vampire's maximum punching force is approximately 4000kg/square centimeter. A conservative estimate of its punching force is over 30 tons. Although I haven't tested it myself, Dio has indeed lifted a steamroller weighing dozens of tons."

　"The reference value of vampire strength can be applied to the entire body. The aqueous humor in the eyeball is only about 0.2 milliliters. Assuming that the speed of Dio's air-splitting eye stab is 20 Mach, the kinetic energy required is about 2 tons."

　"It's far from the limit. Dio's exploration of vampire physique is definitely stronger than mine who has only been a vampire for one day."

　"If there's still some pressure left, then we'll inject blood into the eyeball to increase the amount of tissue fluid ejected, thus achieving maximum lethality."

　After brewing for a long time, Mo Yankong opened his eyes, and the center of his pupils lit up an abnormal purple, like a blooming violet.

　"The sky cracks and the eyes pierce with shock!"

　-

　"What the hell are those monsters? Their speed is totally different from that of ordinary monsters."

　"Something's wrong!"

　"I can feel it, and I heard it! I heard voices! From the mouths of those monsters, how can they speak even though they have turned into monsters? It's almost like they have intelligence."

　"He did say...blood...give him blood, and I heard it."

　"Damn it! What should we do? Should we break out and reunite with the members of the organization below?"

　"It's too dangerous, considering the speed of the monster just now. If a group of them rushed over without the restrictions of the corridor..."

　"Yes, as long as we hold this place, it will be safe for the time being. Let's wait for support!"

　At the corner of the corridor, senior members of the Futian Group gathered together, holding various weapons. The solemn atmosphere was shrouded in an uneasy sense of fear because the situation was too strange.

　They stuck their heads out and carefully observed the zombies on the ground. Most of them were familiar faces, their bodies were riddled with bullets. A few zombies whose heads were not hit slowly struggled to crawl forward, stretched out their hands to the members of the Futian group and roared greedily: "Blood... blood... I'm so thirsty." With a gunshot, the only surviving zombie was shot in the head and killed.

　All the members of the Futian Group were certain that it wasn't just their own illusions. In the zombie virus outbreak today, they had been dealing with slow-moving zombies that posed no threat except for their greater strength.

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　The monster in front of him was something else, and the threat level of the two could not be confused at all.

　If there is any difference, one is the zombie in modern movies, and the other is more like the zombie in legend.

　During the discussion, another group of people hurried over. Fukuda Eiji led several senior executives of the Fukuda Group, each holding a submachine gun in his hand.

　"The team leader is here!"

　"Ah, let the team leader judge! Damn it, he clearly didn't enjoy himself enough, how could he die here like this?"

　Fukuda Eiji, the leader of the Fukuda Group, came over with his bodyguards and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

　Fukuda Eiji had just stopped when he suddenly felt a chill in his chest. He looked over in confusion and saw a purple beam of light emitting a hazy glow piercing through his chest.

　what is this?

　Just as I was wondering, a purple light flashed, like a laser cutting across the entire building.

　Strange sounds rang out one after another, which were the sounds of bodies falling to the ground. Fukuda Eiji's gaze fell uncontrollably towards the ground.