Lin Fan smiled, "Old Man, my salary of 5000 a month as a security guard is worth it, right?"
For the first time, Old Man Wang realized Lin Fan’s capabilities were terrifyingly formidable. Coming back to his senses and looking at Lin Fan’s hopeful and sunny smile, he thought, yes, this is still the Lin Fan we know in our hearts, still that person who is full of hope for the future. He had killed so many zombies to protect the Sunshine District, to ensure that pregnant women could safely give birth.
What’s there to be stunned about?
What is there to fear?
"Haha, definitely worth it, your professionalism is truly admirable." Old Man Wang gave a thumbs up, "Nice..."
"Chopping them was tiring, countless indeed. Luckily, Gu Hang reminded me that one zombie could attract others, or else who knows how many more there would be," Lin Fan gratefully looked at Gu Hang.
Gu Hang felt that what he had done was a trivial matter, merely nodding with a smile.
Little did he know, the zombies in the immediate vicinity had already been shrieked away by a Screamer Zombie; even if he had yelled at the top of his lungs, he wouldn’t have attracted any zombies.
Old Man Wang stretched out his hand, wanting to pat Lin Fan on the shoulder.
Lin Fan took a step back, "Old Man, don’t touch. I’m covered in zombie blood, all sticky and dirty, I’ll go wash up first."
"What dirty or not dirty? Don’t underestimate this old man. I also rolled through piles of corpses in my day, and the scenes were definitely no less intense than now," Old Man Wang said.
Lin Fan smiled, then thinking of the shotguns placed in the corner, he said, "Ran into a few people who were up to no good, holding shotguns dangerously. I confiscated their shotguns, thinking of handing them over to the police station after this. Old Man, could you keep them for me?"
At that moment, Old Man Wang finally noticed the shotguns in the corner. He was a bit surprised but understood. Weapons control is very strict in our country, and yet there are still people who keep shotguns and other weapons privately. In the current apocalyptic situation, it was not unusual for someone to have a shotgun.
"Alright." Holding the shotgun, Old Man Wang reminisced about the past when he had used a Type 79 submachine gun in war, feeling very nostalgic. Though he was holding a shotgun now, it was a gun no matter how you looked at it.
The shower sprayed water, washing away the body, with the zombie blood that was thick and foul-smelling, evoking a nauseating sensation.
The filth slowly drained away through the drain.
Because of the points.
Lin Fan’s physical condition had improved tremendously.
While showering, he was looking at his interface.
"So many points, it’s like playing a game. Playing games is about grinding, getting rewards after grinding. Killing zombies is about defending the light, defending hope, getting points is logical, no problem there."
"Add points, add points, add points."
He quite liked adding points.
It gave a sense of how to reasonably distribute three-dimensional options.
Looking at the interface.
[Strength]: 605. (Transcendent)
[Stamina]: 487. (Transcendent)
[Speed]: 428. (Transcendent)
He could feel the changes in his body, as if every inch of his skin and muscles was coming alive, continuously compressing, like a compressor that could reduce a metal box-sized, square block of plastic to the size of a fist.
Looking at the text in the parentheses on the interface values, still Transcendent.
He wasn’t very interested in these.
What he was thinking about now was the situation of the streets, so many zombie bodies, blood, thick substances everywhere. Thinking about this gave him a significant headache.
Rubbing on the body wash, massaging the armpits and the groins, rinsing off, finished up quickly – that’s how men bathe, very swiftly, no trouble at all.
If rushed for time, he could finish in two minutes, unlike women whose baths start at half an hour.
Towel drying his body.
Naked, he went to the master bedroom, put on underwear, and changed into clean clothes.
The security uniform was too dirty.
He was afraid that putting it in the washing machine would dirty the machine, so he had to laboriously hand wash it and hang it on the balcony outside, waiting for the breeze to dry the clothes.
As he entered, everyone was there. Li Mei was changing the dirty sheets and bedding.
Seeing Yang Hui lying there, pale-faced with beads of sweat on her forehead, it had to be said that mothers were truly great.
In the past, women couldn’t handle carrying water, and a little hand injury would have them crying, but during childbirth, they were stronger than men, so strong that it was beyond human endurance.
Yang Hui already knew. She couldn’t have given birth to her child relying only on them, but also due to the most important person who brought them to the Sunshine District, Lin Fan.
Lin Fan smiled, "No need to thank me; as a security guard, it is my responsibility to ensure the safety of the residents."
Yan Nini’s gaze towards Lin Fan was as if looking at a deity. She had seen the situation downstairs, and at a glance, the horrifying scene nearly made her collapse to the ground.
At that moment, Lin Fan’s heart was very pleased.
The Sunshine District officially welcomed a new life. It wasn’t just a simple life but more like a hope, a future, like a shot of adrenaline, piercing into everyone’s hearts, letting everyone understand that hope is always there. As long as we maintain a hopeful heart, then there is nothing we can’t do.