For the survivors in the school bus, as they gazed at the blood-stained backdrop, they also saw the characters behind the War Armor.
Jiang Er muttered, clearly a bit puzzled.
"Who is he, really? So strong, he killed so many zombies all by himself."
The survivors on the school bus discussed among themselves.
Their emotions were like riding a roller coaster, plummeting down sharply and then rising abruptly, the whole ordeal was truly harrowing.
Officer Huang turned around and walked towards the school bus, his War Armor giving him a mysterious aura in the eyes of the survivors. The thick streaks of blood on it made Officer Huang appear as if he had stepped out of an abyss, like a demonic god.
He exuded an indescribable dominating presence.
Intimidating everyone witnessing this scene.
Anyone who saw it would feel a sense of dread.
Jiang Er, who had gotten off the bus, spoke gratefully. The other survivors looked at Officer Huang with grateful eyes, their curiosity about the War Armor he wore even greater.
Officer Huang didn’t speak, nor did he make any other move, only staring straight at them with his eyes hidden behind the visor.
Seeing that Officer Huang was ignoring them, Jiang Er and the others were quite puzzled. They found the person before them really strange.
"Hello, we saw the words written on your back. Are you a cop?"
They continued trying to communicate with Officer Huang.
But Officer Huang still did not respond to them.
At this point, Jiang Er and the group exchanged glances.
Could it be that the other party couldn’t speak, or was just aloof? After all, it was quite normal to encounter some unusual people in the current situation.
Officer Huang’s voice was quite peculiar, sounding a bit odd, but to Jiang Er and the others, the moment they heard him say "yes," they really breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Er said, "That’s great, we’re really thankful you saved us. If it weren’t for you, we might already be dead. We’ve been fleeing and dodging zombies for a while, but there are just too many, no matter where we go, we always run into them."
Despite the country’s vast territories and wide array of resources, the population was indeed very large.
Officer Huang took out a satellite phone from his waist and handed it over to them.
Jiang Er was puzzled by the mysterious cop’s gesture with the satellite phone.
His mind was filled with question marks. He didn’t quite understand what the other party meant, but facing the situation, he still took the satellite phone.
"What do you mean? Are you asking me to leave the phone inside? But right now, cell phones are useless, there’s no way to contact anyone," Jiang Er said.
Officer Huang remained motionless.
Just watching the other party.
Jiang Er didn’t understand the other party’s intention, but he opened the satellite phone anyway, intending to save some old numbers. However, when he saw a dialed number in the phone, he was extremely surprised, even noticing there was a call duration and the date was recent, implying the phone could contact others?
"Do you mean for me to call this number?" Jiang Er cautiously asked.
If he knew that the Officer Huang standing before them was a zombie,
he probably would not be able to be so calm.
He might even question his life.
Feeling that the world was truly wonderful and interesting.
If Officer Huang could speak fluently, he would probably scold them impatiently, thinking all their babbling was useless, "I gave you a satellite phone to make calls, not to eat it."
Not that Officer Huang liked talking much.
He preferred growling ’heh heh’ instead.
Upon getting a response, Jiang Er dialed the number, trying to see if the call would go through. He didn’t know if it would work, since signals and networks were obsolete in these end times. But when the satellite phone rang, his expression subtly changed.
it actually connected.
As usual, Lin Fan left the Sunshine Shelter to patrol the city.
Although he had cleared out all the visible zombies in Huang City, he still wanted to check around in case some ’little darlings’ were hidden in secret places, sneakily peeping.
While he was patrolling aimlessly,
the satellite phone rang.
He picked up the satellite phone hastily upon hearing it, the caller ID showing it was Officer Huang, eager to answer.
"Hello, I’m Lin Fan. Was it Officer Huang who told you to call? Can you tell me where you are, your exact location is...?"
Lin Fan knew that whoever could call must have been approved by Officer Huang, or else they would never have had access to the phone. After many similar situations,
he had become quite familiar with the routine of going to pick up survivors. It was essential to inquire about the specifics.
"Weinan expressway toll station, a few hundred meters to the east..."
With a map in hand, Lin Fan spread it out, his finger sliding across the map, tracing a line from Huang City to the destination.
"Officer Huang can run so far, huh?"
He mumbled to himself, relieved to have news about Officer Huang. Since Officer Huang had left Huang City, a member responsible for maintaining order was absent, and as far as Lin Fan was concerned, he was obliged to take over, bearing the burden in place of Officer Huang.
After pinpointing the location,
Lin Fan put away the map and vanished from his spot, swiftly heading toward the destination.