After a fierce massacre, the two power zombies had not yet reached where he was.
He gently picked up the long knife in his hand, carefully placed it in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.
Having just experienced a "life-and-death fight" with dozens of zombies, the knife has endured countless violent collisions and chops. However, at this moment, the blade still shines with a bright light, without a trace of blood stain.
Not only that, the blade and the edge of the knife were intact, without any gaps or flaws, as if the thing just chopped was not a zombie with hard bones, but soft and fragile tofu.
"Well, it is indeed a rare good sword!" He couldn't help but mutter to himself, his heart full of love for this precious sword.
At first, the Embroidered Spring Swords he obtained by signing in would have problems such as the blades falling off or becoming dull after he had killed too many zombies in a row.
In comparison, the newly acquired weapon is obviously much better.
"In that case, let me try to see what amazing effect you can produce by using you to deal with the power-type zombies! After all, the skin of the power-type zombies is extremely thick and tough, and ordinary swords and knives can hardly cause effective damage to them. Hehe... Eh? What the hell? Where's the power-type zombie?"
Just as Chen Bufan was rubbing his hands and eager to give it a try, he suddenly looked up and was surprised to find that the two huge figures that were originally walking slowly towards him had turned around at some point and strode away into the distance, and were about to turn around and walk into the corner of another building.
These mutated zombies do not have real intelligence, but the more evolved the zombies are, the stronger their ability to sense danger and their instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm.
When they witnessed Chen Bufan easily destroying dozens of zombies with great speed, they immediately realized that the opponent in front of them was unfathomable in strength and was definitely not a good guy. Although he looked fragrant, he was definitely not delicious.
So, out of an instinctive reaction of self-preservation, the two power zombies chose to flee without hesitation, leaving Chen Bufan with only two extremely huge and embarrassed backs.
"Heh... forget it! Can you really outrun me?"
Chen Bufan laughed angrily, sheathed his knife, and chased in the direction they left. He walked so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
More than an hour later, Chen Bufan left this place.
On the street next to the area where he had cleared out the zombies before, a previously silent surveillance camera installed on a street lamp quietly flashed a striking red work indicator light.
The monitoring equipment installed on this street lamp is like a vigilant eye, accurately aiming at the zombie corpses lying in disorder below.
The camera first turned slightly left and right for a while, as if carefully examining the bloody scene. Then, the dazzling red indicator light gradually went out as if it had completed its mission.
And in a corner of a city, hidden in a room with extremely dim light, there is a different scene.
This room is huge, covering an area of more than a thousand square meters.
There are many computer desks arranged in an orderly manner inside the room, and in front of each desk sits a staff member with a focused expression.
Although there is only a computer host in front of each person, there are six monitors hanging side by side in front of each staff member.
The images presented by these monitors are all composed of neatly arranged small square screens, and each small screen represents an independent monitoring perspective.
At this moment, all the staff are staring at the surveillance images intently, not missing any unusual movements.
Most of the surveillance cameras remain on all the time, and only when certain surveillance images clearly show that someone is fighting fiercely will the corresponding surveillance cameras be temporarily turned off.
Apparently out of fear of attracting unnecessary attention, or perhaps for some special considerations, these shut-down surveillance cameras will only be turned back on after a period of time to observe any changes at the scene.
99% of the images they monitored were of residential communities, filled with densely packed zombies wandering or daydreaming, as well as zombies killing each other and cannibalizing their own kind to mutate.
Whenever a high-level mutant zombie is photographed, the corresponding staff will pick up the walkie-talkie and send a message.
At this time, a staff member picked up the walkie-talkie.
In an extremely magnificent office, sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto the ground, casting a golden glow.
Luxurious leather sofas were placed around an exquisite coffee table, and at this moment, the black walkie-talkie placed on the coffee table suddenly made a crackling sound, indicating that a message was coming.
"Boss~ um~ there's news, please don't tease me like this anymore, I beg you..." The soft and charming female voice carried a hint of anger and pleading, which made people imagine a lot.
"Hahahaha! Secretary Li, what do you eat every day? It's so moist." The man's teasing voice sounded, and his words were full of frivolity and teasing.
"Oh, you're so annoying..." the woman responded shyly, and her coquettish tone seemed to melt a person's bones.
Manager Qin looked to be in his early thirties, with a fair and clean face and a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, which added a bit of elegance to his appearance. However, his thin figure and his manners were slightly inconsistent with this image.
He was wearing a white shirt with the collar neatly tied, and a pair of straight suit pants and a pair of shiny leather shoes. His overall outfit looked like a standard white-collar elite.
A charming woman sat on Manager Qin's thighs in a seductive manner. She was wearing a small suit and a tight hip-hugging skirt. Her graceful figure looked particularly attractive under the skirt, and her two long and slender legs were crossed together.
There was a charming blush on the woman's face. Her two small hands were gently placed on Manager Qin's broad shoulders, and she pushed him slightly from time to time, as if she was rejecting but also welcoming him, and her coquettish look was fully revealed.
Manager Qin had a smile on his face, with the corners of his mouth raised into a beautiful arc. After hearing the voice from the intercom, he slowly pulled his hand out from under the woman's skirt, and shook it lightly as if nothing had happened, as if he wanted to shake off the remaining warmth on it.
Then, he picked up the intercom beside him and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
"Manager Qin, there's a problem at Farm No. 76. All the breeding pigs inside were cleared out by someone, and it was a stranger who did it!"