Chiem Huu's breathing was slightly rapid. He took out a potion and laughed crazily, "Damn it, you dog! Let me show you the terror of the organization's latest potion!"
He tilted his head back and drank the potion in one gulp.
The reaction was very fast.
"Ah..."
Veins bulged on Chiem Huu's forehead, and a low roar came from his throat.
Pfft!
His shirt burst open.
His body grew taller, muscles bulging. In a short moment, his physique had more than doubled compared to before. However, his legs were not as strong as imagined but appeared very long and slender.
Viscous liquid flowed from his throat, looking very disgusting.
"Oh oh..."
Chiem Huu let out a low roar, his eyes rolling, exuding a ferocious aura.
"The latest product type. The physique has similarly soared, but it's indeed somewhat different..."
Lam Pham observed, taking pictures of Chiem Huu with his camera.
Click!
Chiem Huu's appearance was permanently preserved.
As for the surrounding survivors, they hadn't expected that a perfectly fine person would turn into a zombie in an instant. What on earth were they thinking? And what kind of mentality did that so-called organization have?
The apocalypse was a disaster for all humanity.
Instead of finding ways to solve this disaster.
They were still thinking of further magnifying the disaster. Truly terrifying.
Benefits?
Good for oneself?
For some people, perhaps it was really like that. Being able to reap more benefits and advantages in a disaster, so they didn't want the disaster to end, even constantly researching zombies, combining them with human technology, and cultivating even more terrifying things.
These terrifying things, in the end, still harmed humanity.
For zombies, it was merely adding some slightly strange companions.
"Roar..."
Chiem Huu roared and rushed madly towards Lam Pham. The moment he moved, Lam Pham noticed his speed was very fast, already surpassing human limits. Even speed-type zombies couldn't compare.
A combination of strength-type and speed-type abilities?
Lam Pham reached out, caught Chiem Huu's swinging fist, then lifted him. Chiem Huu, who was as heavy as a small mountain, was electrocuted, and then Lam Pham fiercely threw Chiem Huu onto the deck.
Bang!
The deck dented.
Pfft!
Chiem Huu collided head-on with the deck, his body exploding, and viscous blood splattered all over the ground.
[Killed Mutated Zombie]
[Points +5]
The scene before them completely made the survivors stare dumbfounded.
A zombie that was very domineering and ferocious to others, ended just like that?
Lam Pham quietly looked at the corpse in front of him, approached, and crushed its head with one foot. No crystal was seen. Sure enough, it was as he thought.
Chiem Huu, who had turned into a zombie, was stronger than a strength-type zombie but had no crystal.
This was a mutation caused by a potion.
Not formed through self-evolution.
At this time.
He looked at the four survivors.
And these four survivors also looked at Lam Pham. They blinked, their eyes showing bewilderment and a glimmer of hope.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. You guys get on the plane, fasten your seatbelts, and I'll take you away," Lam Pham said.
"Thank you."
"Thank you."
For this group of survivors, life was like a roller coaster.
At that time, they were terrified.
Now, not so scared.
Very soon...
Rumble! Screech!
Already on the plane, waiting for Lam Pham to pilot the plane and take them away. After all, none of them knew how to fly a plane. But who would have thought... the helicopter was actually lifted up.
The survivors looked down and saw Lam Pham holding the helicopter frame with one hand, lifting it with his strength.
This...
Before they could react, Lam Pham started running. With a "swish," he disappeared from the deck, then ran on water.
Survivor A: ...
Survivor B: ...
Survivor C: ...
Survivor D: ...
They had thought of many situations, but they had never thought of this aspect.
Nightfall.
Sunshine Shelter.
Lam Pham held a satellite phone in his hand.
This was the satellite phone Chiem Huu used to contact his boss.
There was a number inside.
Lam Pham stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and still chose to dial the number.
Still had to communicate.
Perhaps the other party had changed their mind?