Tu Trach Base.
Duong Vinh and Duong Lo were chatting with Lam Pham.
For these two siblings, they truly admired Lam Pham. When Lam Pham arrived, his entire body was covered in viscous blood. Only after asking did they find out that he had taken Frostmourne and chopped his way through seven or eight streets, from one end to the other. The blood stuck to him was all from zombies. He felt uncomfortable and conveniently came here to take a bath.
Regarding this kind of situation, the siblings expressed their understanding.
Thinking of Lam Pham's past zombie-slaying scenes, it was truly domineering. Recalling it now, it still felt incredibly brutal; that group of zombies probably died extremely miserably.
"Brother Lam, are your clothes done?" Duong Lo liked to discover blind spots in certain matters, such as how the clothes that were just covered in viscous liquid could be done so quickly in an instant. To be honest, she didn't quite understand.
Lam Pham smiled and said, "That's right, it's very simple. Put on the clothes, spin around in place, and they can be spun dry."
Duong Lo: ...
Duong Vinh: ...
One could always gain strange and bizarre knowledge points from Lam Pham.
"How is your situation here? Currently, there are people staying outside Duong Quang Complex. I think it's possible to transfer some of your survivors here over there," Lam Pham finished speaking.
He knew Duong Vinh's thoughts.
But when the number of survivors here reached a certain amount, the pressure to bear would be very great. Once overrun by zombies, it could cause casualties.
Duong Vinh said, "Mm, that's a good suggestion. The number of survivors here is gradually increasing. Among them are elderly people and children; these are all vulnerable groups in the apocalypse. Facing the end of days, it's very difficult for them to have conditions for survival."
Duong Lo said, "Brother Lam, then will that bring pressure to the Duong Quang Complex side?"
Lam Pham laughed, "Pressure? No, it's not as you think. If you want to talk about pressure, it's that the number of shops I can clean might have run out. Ai, before I could still rely on cleaning shops to earn a meager cleanup fee, but now... that's one less source of income."
Duong Lo was dumbfounded, blinked. Regarding what Brother Lam said, she just felt bewildered.
Duong Vinh knew the other party's thoughts were the same as his.
That was to unite humanity.
Actually, he was mistaken. Lam Pham was not uniting humanity but rather giving survivors a place where they could live stably. As for dealing with zombies, it was still best left for him to handle – easily, very simply. It was just that the quantity was too large, often leading to cleanup becoming a bit troublesome.
Duong Vinh gathered the survivors, transporting them by bus.
For this group of survivors, they didn't want to leave Tu Trach Base. Here, they had felt the hope of being alive. Now, wanting to go to Duong Quang Complex, facing an unknown environment, they were always somewhat nervous.
However, they trusted Duong Vinh, so they didn't think too much. If Duong Vinh had any ideas, he would have acted long ago, not waited until now.
Watching the elderly and children board the bus one by one.
Lam Pham said, "Currently, the evolved zombies outside are constantly evolving. You all need to be careful, don't take risks casually. Although I've cleared the surrounding zombies once, it's hard to say that situations won't arise."
Hearing these words, could an ordinary person say them?
Cleared once.
Just thinking about it felt very terrifying.
Duong Vinh said, "We know. If it were before, we would have thought of ways to develop a safe zone. But now, my sister and I are here, just waiting for scattered survivors, hoping to give them a place of hope for survival."
Duong Lo looked at Lam Pham, her bright eyes sparkling, "Brother Lam, in the future, can our Hoang City truly become a protected point?"
"It can, it definitely can," Lam Pham said firmly.
He was giving Duong Lo hope. Hope is very important. When one is full of hope, one will not fear anything.
"But the number of zombies in Hoang City..."
She felt it was somewhat unbelievable. After all, with such numbers, when would the killing ever end?
Lam Pham smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've already slain over a hundred thousand zombies. I think if you give me a little more time, I can definitely slay all the zombies in Hoang City."
Duong Lo bit her lip, looking at Brother Lam, her expression extremely complex, just like hearing someone boast outrageously. She clearly couldn't help but want to laugh, but now she knew Brother Lam wasn't joking. It was just that biting her lip in shock was understandable.
"I should go. You all be careful," Lam Pham finished speaking, then went down the stairs. He clearly could have jumped down, but he insisted on acting like an ordinary person. Perhaps this was his unique characteristic.
Duong Lo and her brother looked at each other.
Duong Vinh sighed, "He is the savior..."
...
Hanh Van Hao.
"Four of you went out, and only you came back, and you only brought back a box of instant noodles?"
A strong man on the gangway glared and asked.
The driver survivor, also known as Duong Thanh, said with a grave expression, "Yes, all dead. They were all killed by zombies."
The strong man opened the paper box, took out half of the supplies, and said, "Truly useless, to only bring these things back. Go on, go on."
Here on the Hanh Van Hao, anyone's sacrifice was not worth mentioning. Life was as thin as paper; supplies were the most important.
Duong Thanh hugged the supplies, and under everyone's longing gazes, walked to a corner. Then he looked at the surrounding situation, those pairs of eyes watching him – those were gazes of longing revealed amidst despair.
If it were before he knew about Duong Quang Complex's situation, he would definitely have guarded the food well; these things were for survival. But now, he didn't care much. Of course, he couldn't just give them away casually either, otherwise creating a commotion would bring him no good.
At this moment.
A disheveled woman, thin as a stick, walked to Duong Thanh's side, "Big Brother, can you give me something to eat?"
The woman pleaded bitterly.
Duong Thanh looked at the woman, then looked not far away at a boy leaning against some sheet metal, his head lolling, looking like he was starving and on the verge of death. Then he beckoned to the woman, signaling her to come closer, then whispered in her ear...
To outsiders, this clearly looked like... "You want to eat, right? Then come play poker with me behind somewhere."
...
Early morning.
A transport truck drove through the city streets.
Pop, pop.
The wheels crushed the corpses on the ground – all zombie corpses – then drove to a large supermarket.
A Hai, Vuong Khai, Dai Vu, and Tieu Vu accompanied Lam Pham out to get goods.
Lam Pham sat cross-legged on the truck bed. Upon reaching the destination, he stood up and jumped down.
"Follow me, don't run around. It's only safe when I say it's safe," Lam Pham instructed.
They nodded and followed behind Lam Pham.
Co Hang and Old Man Vuong had found Lam Pham and told him about going out to get a batch of goods. He had happily agreed, also knowing they indeed needed to "evolve."
Entering the supermarket.
Lam Pham was accustomed to the surrounding messy environment, chaotic, with all sorts of things strewn on the ground. The air was mixed with a very hard-to-smell odor, which was a very strong irritant to one's sense of smell.
A Hai and the others were a bit nervous.
Although Brother Lam was present, this kind of nervousness was inevitable.
"I haven't been to this supermarket before."
The large supermarket Lam Pham had been to before, he had bought all its grain, bag after bag. But this one, judging by the situation, seemed to have been visited by survivors. Seeing a corpse not far away, its head smashed, it must have been killed by survivors after turning into a zombie.
"Is anyone here?"
He called out towards the inside.
Such a simple yet effective method often had miraculous effects. At the same time, only Lam Pham could do this. If anyone else tried, it would truly be "try once and die."
"Ao ao!"
A low growl came.
At the stopped escalator, a zombie appeared, roaring ferociously. Seeing flesh and blood, it pounded its feet and charged at high speed, thinking only of devouring that group of humans.
Lam Pham didn't draw his sword but threw a punch. It seemed as if there really was fist energy. From quite a distance, the zombie's head was seen to explode in an instant.
Watching A Hai and the others, they were dumbfounded.
They knew Brother Lam was very strong, but wasn't this a bit too strong?
Lam Pham said calmly, "Don't be curious. This is just extremely fast fist speed, compressing the air in front, like an air cannon. It's scientifically based. Don't deify me. Believe in science."
Their mouths hung open, nodding half-understandingly. Yes, that's right, we must believe the science Brother Lam talks about.
Second floor.
They pushed shopping carts, searching for supplies.
The supplies here had been looted. Common supplies were cleaned out, such as potato chips, noodles, instant noodles, etc... What remained, in small quantities, were things that could only be eaten as snacks, not enough to fill the stomach.
Lam Pham went to the condiment section. Soy sauce, vinegar, chicken essence, salt, peanut oil, etc., were all piled into the shopping cart.
A Hai said, "Brother Lam, do we need to take all these?"
Lam Pham said, "Mm, of course we need to take them. If we don't have these, cooked food won't taste good. Eating food that can't be eaten is meaningless."
"Brother Lam makes sense. Eating is also a kind of enjoyment."
"Yes."
Other survivors collecting supplies, it was good enough if it could fill the stomach. But according to Lam Pham, filling the stomach was important, but taste was more important.
Vuong Khai and the others were choosing. Seeing rotten fruit, they sighed. It had been a long time since they had tasted fruit. Some supplies were very difficult to preserve. They thought to themselves, as the apocalypse continued to drag on, supplies would definitely become more and more scarce.
Of course.
What they felt even more unimaginable now was... their process of selecting supplies was extremely leisurely, without that kind of anxiety or agitation. Instead, it was more like they were enjoying the pleasure of shopping.
Very quickly, their shopping carts were filled. Then they went downstairs together, transported the goods to the truck, and continued upstairs to procure more supplies.
While selecting goods, A Hai looked at the rotten corpse lying on the ground, insects moving on it. To be honest, his throat felt a bit dry. He forcefully suppressed it, not looking at such a disgusting scene, and continued to grab supplies from the shelves.
They were busy for a very long time.
Outside.
They looked at the truck gradually being piled high, revealing satisfied smiles. These were the supplies they had painstakingly collected, of many varieties, capable of ensuring their daily needs for a long time.
But at this very moment.
A vehicle sped towards the front of the supermarket.
Three survivors got out from the vehicle. These three survivors were all men, their faces slightly ferocious and evil-looking, with tattoos on their bodies.
One of the male survivors held a modified spray can in his hand.
"Are these the supplies you collected?" The survivor holding the spray can tilted his head and asked.
Lam Pham smiled and said, "Not collected, we bought them."
"Don't fucking care if they were collected or bought. Now, I'll give you one way out: scram immediately, leave the truck."
These three survivors, seeing a truck full of goods, immediately had greedy thoughts. With so many goods, how long would that last them? Although the other party had more people.
But in their hands, they had their own modified spray can.
Could more people be stronger than a spray can?
Lam Pham frowned, looked at these three survivors, "If you want supplies, go buy them yourselves. The supermarket is right here. These are ours; we can't give them to you. Also, you alone modified a spray can and aimed a firearm at me, an ordinary citizen. This already constitutes a violation. I hope you can stop and not go further and further down the wrong path."
He sighed. Some survivors nowadays were truly detestable, relying on having weapons in hand to wantonly threaten other survivors.
This kind of behavior was extremely vile.
A Hai looked at Lam Pham with adoration. Brother Lam was truly stable, and also too law-abiding. He clearly had such great strength, yet he always abided by the law.
If I had Brother Lam's strength, on the first day I'd be Superman, and on the second day, I'd definitely be a patriot.
This was a difference in mental realm.
He bravely stepped forward, "Did you hear what my Brother Lam said? Put down your weapons, don't go further and further down the wrong path! Otherwise, you will pay a heavy price! I hope you can cherish the advice my Brother Lam gave you!"
Vuong Khai looked at A Hai, regretting again. Damn it, this fellow simply used every opportunity, seizing any chance to hug Brother Lam's thigh, truly terrifying! He also wanted to say such words, but everything that should be said had already been said by A Hai. What else could he say?
"That's right, don't make more mistakes."
After careful thought.
Vuong Khai finally said this bland and painless sentence.
"Are you fucking sick or something?"
The three survivors were extremely astonished, not expecting to encounter this kind of lunatic. Didn't they see the spray can in their hands?
Still so damn arrogant.
"Damn..."
The strong man holding the spray can couldn't bear it anymore. Ruthless men don't talk much. He directly opened fire on Lam Pham. The moment the gunshot rang out, as an ordinary citizen, he already knew it was time for self-defense.
Swish!
A silvery white light flashed.
No one knew if Lam Pham drew his sword first or if the other party fired first.
An ordinary person, upon hearing the gunshot, would have already fallen to the ground. But for Lam Pham, it was when the gunshot rang out, just as the bullet was about to fly out of the muzzle, his sword had already slashed over.
Pfft!
One slash cut the opponent, along with his spray can, in half.
It happened too fast.
Everyone hadn't even reacted yet.
Lam Pham looked towards A Hai and the others and said, "You saw, he attacked first. I was just defending myself, right?"
"Right! Brother Lam was defending himself!" Vuong Khai said搶 (抢 - snatching/vying to be first).
Finally getting ahead, his mood wasn't bad.
But seeing Brother Lam cut the opponent in half with one slash, he was truly terrified. A person just died like that in front of him, and moreover, died so... horribly.
Lam Pham walked towards the two remaining survivors.
These two survivors' legs were trembling.
Shaking uncontrollably.
As Lam Pham approached, with a thud, they collapsed paralyzed on the ground.
Frostmourne was sheathed.
Lam Pham looked at the two survivors and said, "It's not easy for everyone to live in the apocalypse. If you have difficulties, I am very willing to help. But how can you rely on having force to wantonly bully people, wantonly open fire intending to kill? Don't you know that if I hadn't reacted, I might have been shot?"
"Come with me to a place."
He carried one survivor in each hand and directly leaped to the top of the truck bed.
"A Hai, drive. On the way, go to the police station. I want to hand them over to Officer Hoang."
A Hai: "Got it."
The truck drove on.
The two survivors replayed the scene from just now in their minds; it was an extremely brutal image.
"Who on earth are you?"
They asked, trembling.
"Lam Pham, Duong Quang Complex security guard, an ordinary, enthusiastic Hoang City citizen," Lam Pham said calmly.
"You better let us go! Otherwise, if our boss finds out you dared to touch us, you'll definitely die! Our boss is terrifying; he possesses strength beyond your imagination!"
He thought of his own Boss.
Boss was very strong.
"Oh."
"Don't be arrogant! Our boss is a terrifying character who can shatter granite with one punch!"
"Oh."