I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1147 - 1142: Night of Murder 2

Chapter 1147: Chapter 1142: Night of Murder 2

After observing the unusual behavior of the Soldiers of the Second Corps, the patrol team hurried over and shouted fiercely at them.

The one who walked to the front took out a pen and a small notebook and stretched out his other hand, ready to collect their name tags.

The undercover soldier from the Second Corps smiled, pulled off his name tag, handed it over, and asked, "Brother, you all are from the Eighth Army Corps, right?" The patrol soldier took the name tag without any expression on his face and replied, "We’re all here, aren’t we part of the Eighth Army Corps? But you guys, we haven’t seen you around in the Eighth Army Corps. Where are you from?"

After speaking, he copied the names on the name tags into his notebook.

"Are you all really from the Eighth Army Corps?" the soldier from the Second Corps who had handed over his name tag asked again, his face displaying an innocent smile that made it hard to dislike him.

"Yes, we are. Stop talking, just give me all of your name tags so I can register them first," another patrol soldier said impatiently, reaching out to the undercover soldiers of the Second Corps.

However, they didn’t notice that after they admitted they belonged to the Eighth Army Corps, the eyes of the soldier who first handed over his name tag, in front of him, turned strange. He secretly turned his head and exchanged a glance with the undercover soldiers behind him, followed by nodding in unison.

The second following the patrol soldier taking down their names, the undercover soldier suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist and, without saying a word, aimed its sharp blade at the patrol soldier’s throat and stabbed fiercely!

With a soft "pu-chi" sound, the tearing of flesh was oddly satisfying to the ears of the undercover soldiers.

The patrol soldier registering the names felt a chill on his neck in that instant and quickly, his brain began sending out signals of intense, chilling pain, causing his eyes to burst open in a flash!

"Ergh..."

He let out a hoarse sound, his body beginning to struggle. The dagger plunged into his throat, its blade tumbling and stirring inside, rapidly shattering his blood vessels. The severance of his windpipe made it impossible for him to make any sound or breathe, a deadly suffocating sensation swept over him like a tidal wave.

All he could manage were choked sounds of "ugh ugh ugh," his eyes filled with disbelief. He doubted he was in the United District. But seemingly, he wasn’t anywhere else; this was indeed the United District, where the high-ranking officials of the Peace Party had strictly decreed that anyone stationed or living in the United District must not commit fratricide, with death as the penalty for violators!

Wasn’t this a command from the Vice President? Who dared to defy it?

But now, was someone really swinging a blade at him, a fellow Peace Party member?

He couldn’t understand why. Why risk so much to kill him?

He did not recognize these people, unless they were not from the United District.

In his dying moments, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, ultimately settling into a persistent question of "why."

The hand holding the dagger crazily stirred, tearing and grinding every structure inside his throat. A stream of blood shot out like water from a hose, reaching nearly two meters away.

"Die!" The initially passive undercover soldier’s face turned fierce, his murderous intent unmistakable in his eyes—clearly, he had killed many before, otherwise his actions wouldn’t be so swift and clean.

Grasping the dagger, after he had crushed the opponent’s respiratory tract, esophagus, and other blood vessels inside the neck, he viciously pulled out the dagger and then, without any hesitation, plunged it into his heart, severously ceasing his life.

With that strike, all signs of life were extinguished. Just as he had imagined, the person fell to the ground with a "thud," his body convulsing, emitting garbled sounds from his mouth that were indiscernible but still revealed a strong desire to survive. However, none of the patrolling soldiers here today would live!

All of this happened in less than three seconds. The Soldiers of the Eighth Army Corps, who were on patrol, saw their companion fall into a pool of blood. The sudden scene left them somewhat overwhelmed, but having experienced several wars, they soon came to their senses.

But their reaction was still too slow. Before they could activate their exoskeleton armor, other plainclothes soldiers from the Second Corps had already made their move. They pulled out high-grade H-steel daggers from their clothes and charged at the patrolling soldiers. Then, with a swift movement of their hands and the fall of their blades, several muffled thuds followed, and those patrolling soldiers fell into the pool of blood just like the first soldier who was killed.

"Done."

All the patrolling soldiers were dead, said one of the plainclothes soldiers indifferently.

"Should we dispose of the bodies?"

"No need. Even if we dispose of them well, people will still find out. General Shang has already given us a heads-up. Let’s kill a few more later. The worst that will happen to us is a few days in Building 18."

"Right."

"Let’s go."

The group of plainclothes soldiers did not bother with the bodies on the ground. They sheathed their daggers and pulled out laser weapons, heading towards the dormitory buildings in front.

Next, they were in for a big fight!

The people from the Eighth Army Corps had killed many of their brothers last night and ended up just spending a few days in Building 18. The reason was that those men from the Eighth Army Corps wanted to avenge their own brothers.

Yesterday, many of their own brothers had also died. Today, they were here to do the same, also to avenge their deceased brothers. Logically, the punishment should be the same as those soldiers from the Eighth Army Corps yesterday, a few days in Building 18.

It made perfect sense.

Beneath the reflection of the bodies, a group of soldiers in plainclothes vanished one after another into the darkness, their figures sporadically flashing under the dim streetlights like phantoms.

In short order, they reached near the front dormitory buildings. As they approached, the sheer number of people—thirty to forty—quickly alerted the soldiers managing the dormitories.

"Who’s there? Come out!"

In a dazed state, seeing a large group of figures flash past in front, several dormitory wardens snapped to alertness and yelled in that direction.

"Is there someone there?"

"I really saw someone just now."

While a few other wardens were still puzzled, the next second, all saw points of red light ignite in the darkness ahead. These red lights dispelled some of the surrounding darkness, gradually revealing a group of people armed with laser weapons!

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