"Stop!"

Lucas remained silent as another person emerged from behind the bus and spoke to the woman.

This time, Lucas didn't need to look to know it was the same runaway kid from last time.

He turned his head, and the strong flashlight shone on them. Lucas saw Cobras kick the guy who was speaking.

"Sir, um, we were afraid you would be disturbed, so as long as you rest, we volunteered to stand guard for you."

Cobras shielded the flashlight with his hand and quickly explained to Lucas.

"Not necessary."

"Stay away from me in the future."

Lucas pursed his lips and muttered softly, then turned off the fire and took the pressure cooker down.

The aroma of mushroom stew filled the air, making it very appetizing.

Grr...

Lucas heard the sound of a growling stomach.

Grr Grr...

Two more sounds followed.

Lucas smiled. He was well aware that it wasn't his own stomach growling, but rather Cobras' and the kid's stomachs.

Ignoring the others, Lucas got up and returned to the bus, quickly taking out a portable stove and a small canister of liquefied gas.

Thunk...

A piece of cured meat was thrown in front of Cobras.

"Leave."

"Don't come near the bus again."

Lucas said to Cobras.

He knew that these evacuees hadn't had anything hot to eat during this time.

Considering the time that had passed, their food supplies should be running low.

The apocalypse came suddenly, and most people weren't well-prepared.

Of course, Lucas wasn't giving them food out of pity.

Too many people were pitiful in the apocalypse, and Lucas couldn't pity them all.

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Lucas just didn't want them to disturb him.

Cobras might have something to say, but looking at Lucas' attitude, he didn't say anything, hesitated for a moment, and the two of them left with their belongings.

Lucas lit a cigarette, took a puff, and with a forceful motion, opened the lid of the pressure cooker. The aroma, several times stronger than before, wafted out.

Holding a large spoon, Lucas enjoyed his meal happily, completely ignoring the woman next to him.

Grr...

Finally, the woman's stomach also made a sound.

Lucas remained indifferent.

He had figured it out; this woman probably wanted to follow him. Other than that, he couldn't think of any other reason.

For a full ten minutes, the distant sounds of gunfire, explosions, and shouts continued unabated, but there was an awkward silence around the bus.

A beautiful woman stood there, completely ignored by Lucas, who was sweating profusely while enjoying his meal.

Burp -

After taking a sip of soup, Lucas burped.

Finally, Lucas's eyes turned to the woman.

"What's the matter again?"

Lucas's tone was cold, giving a distant feeling.

"Can I... can I follow you?"

"I can do anything, I can even drive a big car."

The woman spoke nervously, keeping her head down while speaking, quite different from her previous seductive demeanor.

"Oh yeah? Well, why don't you get undressed and walk over here slowly and we'll go do something pleasant?"

Lucas replied without expressing approval or disapproval.

He was unsure of the woman's character, but Lucas felt that there was a stark contrast between her previous and current behavior.

"What?"

The woman looked up, her voice filled with surprise, unsure if she hadn't heard clearly or was pretending not to understand.

At that moment, Lucas walked past her with a saw made from insect legs in his hand.

In the distance, the military couldn't completely hold back the zombies, and several zombies broke through the firing line and entered the crowd.

Bullets were running low in the sniper rifle, and Lucas didn't want to waste any.

For dealing with these early-stage zombies, a saw made from insect legs would suffice.

The woman watched Lucas pass by, suddenly accelerated towards the crowd, her lips moved, but no sound came out.

This man gave her a mysterious feeling; even the soldiers were respectful in front of him.

"Doesn't he recognize me?"

Thinking of Lucas's words just now, the woman felt inexplicably angry.

After all, she was a movie star. Was she really so worthless in his eyes?

Due to the entry of several zombies, the crowd was already in chaos.

The guarding soldiers, in their panic, accidentally shot and injured several people, and the situation was a bit out of control.

Amidst the shouting and screaming of the people hiding everywhere, Lucas rushed into the crowd with the saw made from insect legs in his hand.

"Stay away from me!"

After shouting loudly, Lucas swung the black saw made from insect legs tinged with a hint of red.

Chop, chop, chop.

Every time Lucas struck, he killed a zombie.

In front of the saw made from insect legs, these zombies were as fragile as paper. Once touched, they would lose limbs at best, or their heads would be gone at worst.

However, in the end, they all lost their heads...

With inhuman strength and stamina, coupled with UFC fighting skills, Lucas was indeed formidable in combat.

Snap -

The saw made from insect legs burst the last zombie's head, and the soldiers quickly regained control of the situation.

Lucas stopped, planted the saw made from insect legs in the ground, and his eyes kept scanning the crowd.

Splat -

Without warning, the saw made from insect legs, which had been stuck in the ground a second ago, pierced directly into the head of a man who was very close to him.

Splat -

Splat -

Before the crowd could react, Lucas used the saw made from insect legs to kill several more people.

"They were already infected."

Lucas said proactively, without looking at the reactions of the others, then he pulled a soldier over and said again.

"Check their bodies one by one, kill anyone who's injured."

Lucas frowned tightly as he spoke.

Under normal circumstances, when humans are scratched or bitten by zombies, they turn into new zombies within ten seconds.

But those few he just killed took much longer to turn into zombies.

"Could it be that drinking that mushroom milk delays the transformation into infected?"

While Lucas pondered, he walked towards the bus, his mind filled with questions.

"I'll kill you, you murderer!"

Just as Lucas was contemplating, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Lucas turned his head and saw a figure smashing down towards him.

"Fuck."

Startled, Lucas skillfully moved to the side, evading the incoming figure.

The saw made from insect legs followed with a thrust.

Splat -

"Die, you murderer..."

Listening to the curse, Lucas retracted the saw made from insect legs, and the figure in front of him collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, Lucas also saw several other people who were charging towards him stop in their tracks.

"Soldiers, aren't you going to do anything about this murderer?"

Those figures didn't dare to approach Lucas and shouted at the soldiers.

By now, Lucas had understood why these people had attacked him.

These people were likely relatives or friends of the ones he had just killed who had been infected.

"Don't kill them, otherwise you would all be dead now."

Lucas sarcastically muttered to himself, then turned and walked away without bothering to explain.

The apocalypse had just begun, and these people had no idea how cruel the world would become!

"Good people can't survive!"

"Damn mission, I'm not a babysitter!"

At this moment, Lucas was also filled with resentment.

If he hadn't possessed the skills of a UFC fighter, that person just now would have surely smashed his head.