Henry, shocked by what he saw, suddenly remembered something and went to a military vehicle with the drone control panel.

Meanwhile, Lucas was truly in his element.

Not only Lucas but even the bus had turned into a weapon of attack.

Following the predetermined route, the bus drove recklessly, smashing through obstacles along the way.

The name Lucas had given the bus seemed quite fitting now.

Indeed, the bus had become a symbol of brute force!

The air barrier function within a ten-meter radius was activated, and as a result, the bus's speed increased whenever the area in front of the bus was clear.

Any zombies that came close to the bus were ruthlessly pushed away, and the force was substantial.

After being pushed away, most of the zombies had their bodies torn apart, leaving few intact.

A true path of blood emerged within the industrial park, emitting a foul, bloody, and terrifying odor.

Unbeknownst to Lucas, all of this was being recorded clearly by military drones.

Inside a military vehicle surrounded by a dozen soldiers:

"Should we tell him about the Fortress of Doom?" one soldier respectfully asked an elderly man.

The elderly man had a golden star emblem on his shoulder, indicating his extraordinary identity.

"If he is willing to stay, we can discuss the matter later. Your priority is to ensure the completion of this mission," the old man replied.

After speaking, the old man's gaze remained fixed on Lucas in the footage. However, the slightly accelerated rise and fall of his chest revealed his current emotions.

Five minutes had passed since the air barrier was activated.

Lucas finally started feeling a bit tired and sat down on the roof of the bus.

He had taken down over twenty insects in one go, and he estimated that he could handle the remaining ones with just one or two more magazines.

The first song had finished playing, and Lucas couldn't keep up the same level of energy anymore. His throat was starting to feel hoarse.

For eleven years, he had been suppressed, and now, in these five minutes, Lucas had let out much of his pent-up frustration.

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"Now, this is what I call living!"

Speaking to himself, Lucas felt that the fear he had towards infected individuals and insects had diminished significantly.

In his previous life, he would avoid even provoking a low-level zombie, let alone engaging in such crazy insect killing.

He clicked on the system panel.

The bus's fuel could sustain the air barrier for less than three minutes.

Boom!

Fire spewed from the muzzle of the gun.

Lucas raised his rifle and blew up another high-jumping insect.

The early-stage zombies and insects in the early apocalypse had impaired brains, but they still relentlessly attacked the bus.

Getting up and aiming, Lucas prepared to finish off the remaining insects with a final burst of effort.

In the darkness, streaks of red fire burst out from the sniper rifle.

With continuous gunfire, Lucas could even feel the heat radiating from the barrel.

Fortunately, the rifle had been upgraded and modified. If it were a regular sniper rifle, Lucas wasn't sure if it could withstand the test of continuous shooting.

Boom!

Finally, the last insect hiding within the zombie horde had its head blown off.

It was over...

Dragging his exhausted body, Lucas stopped the bus and jumped down from the roof.

After closing the door and restarting the bus, Lucas turned off the air barrier.

The fuel tank still had 5% of gasoline remaining.

Considering the bus's reduced energy consumption of 600%, even without using the auxiliary fuel tank, there shouldn't be a problem driving back to the crowd's base.

Lucas really didn't want to get off the bus to refuel at this moment.

Aim had to be carefully taken for almost every shot, and even an ironman couldn't sustain such intense mental concentration.

After turning off the air barrier, the zombie horde began relentlessly crashing into the bus again.

Lucas couldn't be bothered anymore.

Without the insects, it was difficult for the early-stage zombies to harm the bus. At most, they slowed down the vehicle.

The music played by the harmonica resonated inside the bus, creating a melodious and nostalgic atmosphere.

Lucas felt his nerves relax.

Setting the route back to the base on his watch, Lucas closed his eyes and completely relaxed.

He didn't plan to intervene anymore and would lead the zombie horde to Henry and the others.

More than ten minutes had passed.

The bus was followed by over a thousand zombies, moving in a massive wave and approaching a distance of less than a kilometer from the crowd's base.

Lucas opened his eyes and activated the air barrier again.

There were still around three minutes of usage time left within the 24-hour period for the air barrier.

The zombies near the bus were ruthlessly pushed away once again.

Lucas pressed the accelerator to the maximum, and the speed of the bus increased rapidly. It quickly distanced itself from the zombie horde and directly charged through the firepower set up by the military.

"I'm taking a break, don't bother me!"

As the bus passed by Henry's military vehicle with the air barrier turned off, Lucas's voice echoed.

"Take care, sir!"

Henry stood beside the military vehicle, shouting loudly and saluting as he watched the bus pass through the crowd's base.

Then, he waved his hand, and the military opened fire on the zombies.

The flames once again illuminated the darkness...

At this moment, the ordinary people didn't know what had happened before.

They only saw the military suddenly constructing defense fortifications and a mysterious person driving a bus leading an uncountable number of zombies towards them.

Fear descended, and the crowd began to stir.

There were more people shouting and even cursing Lucas loudly.

If it weren't for the soldiers maintaining order, there would likely be quite a few people throwing stones at the bus.

On the bus, Lucas naturally heard some of the insults and coldly snorted without responding.

Lucas naturally had no intention of explaining anything.

Once the mission was complete, he would bid farewell to these people, and whether they lived or died was their own damn business.

Lucas even had a mischievous thought. If it weren't so dark outside, how would those people react if they could see the thick bloodstains and countless pieces of flesh on the bus's exterior and windshield?

Would they still have the courage to throw stones at the bus?

Parking the bus.

Grrr...

The consumption was too high, and his stomach growled. A strong sense of hunger hit Lucas, and he realized how empty his stomach was.

It was time for a hearty meal.

During this time, he had almost exclusively eaten convenience food. After all, Lucas didn't dare to sleep soundly, considering there were still so many zombies left to deal with.

What if the military couldn't hold them back? He would have to take care of it himself!

Taking a portable stove from the bus, Lucas grabbed a bucket of purified water and took out some chopped mushrooms from a bag, washing them and putting them in a pressure cooker.

He also added some bacon and salt before covering it.

After seven to eight minutes, steam began to hiss out of the pressure cooker.

The aroma of mushroom stew quickly started to fill the air, suppressing the bloody stench to some extent.

Lucas approached the stove, took a deep breath, and his stomach started growling again...

At that moment, Lucas saw a figure approaching him.

A strong flashlight instantly shone towards him.

To his surprise, it was the same woman who had given him the mushroom milk last time.

Lucas frowned.

What did this woman want now?