I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1580 - 1574: It’s a Trap 3

Chapter 1580: Chapter 1574: It’s a Trap 3

Upon hearing the voice from the other end, Bai Liang instinctively let out a sigh of relief, but the next second, he quickly realized something was off—this voice was completely unfamiliar.

"Who are you?" Bai Liang asked in a deep voice, his brow furrowing even tighter.

The other party was evidently stunned for a moment, then replied, "I... I’m Li Jingju..."

"Li Jingju..." Bai Liang was momentarily at a loss. Something about the name seemed strange, almost unfamiliar. But it reminded him of a similar name he knew—Li Jinche, where the "che" referred to a chariot in chess and was pronounced "ju." People usually didn’t bother with the proper pronunciation and just called him "Car." That’s why this name felt odd when he first heard it. Furthermore, the voice was poorly pronounced, with a clumsy, foreign accent.

"Bullshit! You’re not Car! Who the f*ck are you?"

Bai Liang roared angrily into the handset, his outburst attracting the attention of several soldiers nearby, who began to gather around him.

After his outburst, there was silence on the other end for a moment, followed by a cryptic statement: "Could it be... I said the wrong name?... My apologies... But we will find you. Join... my master’s embrace... heh heh heh..."

"Damn it!" Without hesitation, Bai Liang quickly cut the line. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, but this only made him more aware of the anomalies. Something serious was happening with the recon team, but the response from First Team was just as bizarre.

With that in mind, Bai Liang reached out again.

"Second Team, Group One, report your status again!"

The person on the other end paused and asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Report your status again!"

"What happened?"

The tone of the response made Bai Liang narrow his eyes. In a low voice, he asked, "Who are you?"

Upon this question, Group One hesitated for a moment, just like Group Eight. Bai Liang was now convinced that something was wrong. The members of Group One were no longer the original team. But who had taken their place? The thought was chilling.

Ending the call immediately, Bai Liang began contacting other teams. The Cold Army was not composed of just these few people; it was divided into three teams, each occupied with their own missions.

"What’s up? I’m swamped over here. If there’s something, speak quickly."

"Has your recon team noticed anything unusual?"

"Huh?"

"You’d better check. Over here..."

Bai Liang explained the situation on his end to the other team. After listening, the captain of First Team hung up directly, indicating that Bai Liang’s words had caught his attention. Just as Bai Liang was about to contact Third Team about his situation, Third Team reached out to him first.

"Hm?"

He paused for a moment and quickly answered the call. Soon, Third Team’s voice came through: "Bai Liang, something’s happened! All the recon teams we sent out have been compromised! Don’t trust anything the recon members say—they’ve been replaced by something!"

"The corpse tide is accelerating! Headquarters in Lin City has altered the plan. We can’t let them cross the red line!"

"Then what should I do on my end?"

"The decoy agent has been delivered to you, right?"

"It has."

"Scrap all previous plans. The ’Graveyard’ in the City Center has been set up. Our current task is to lure the corpse tide into the City Center. Each team will dispatch a portion of their personnel, but not too many."

"Wouldn’t it be better to send more people?" Bai Liang was confused by the suggestion.

"The main force isn’t us anymore. What can these small fries even do? Linhan’s elite troops have already been dispatched. F*ck this crap—they just want to stop us from stealing their credit. We’re just here to go through the motions. Once this is over, we’ll focus on our own tasks."

"Fine, let them have the credit if they want it. Let’s follow headquarters’ orders. But where do the remaining soldiers go?"

"The Zombie Prevention Wall in the Second District is nearly complete. The remaining troops will consolidate there. That’s all for now. Move quickly on your end. I’ll notify First Team and hope they haven’t run into any trouble yet."

Bai Liang placed the handset down and looked out at the distant city skyline. Somewhere beyond his sight, the corpse tide surged like an unstoppable wave!

After staring for a moment, he turned around and shouted to the soldiers behind him, "Everyone, form up now!"

His voice echoed decisively through their ears. No one dared to slack off. They quickly assembled into a formation. Ghost Head, who had been reluctantly chatting with his old comrades, immediately stopped talking and positioned himself at the front row of the formation.

Bai Liang wasted no words. He raised a hand and pointed, commanding: "The first four rows, step forward three paces!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

At his command, the first four rows of soldiers stepped forward three paces. Ghost Head was puzzled—what was happening? He was among the four rows.

Before he could think further, Bai Liang’s voice rang out again: "The rest of you, board the transport vehicles. Ah Ping, guide them to the Second District."

"Yes!"

"The first four rows, follow me."

With a wave of his hand, Bai Liang led the four rows of soldiers. They exchanged confused glances. Among them, including Ghost Head, an unsettling feeling began to grow. It was as if something terrible was about to happen. But here, Ghost Head had neither the strength nor the authority to act on his instincts. He could only let others dictate his fate.

The group, numbering around five to six hundred soldiers, was divided into sixteen teams of thirty-five people each under Bai Liang’s instructions. Each group was assigned to a transport truck with an unusual mission: to throw the contents of the truck onto the ground.

The army moved swiftly. In no time, the remaining soldiers, apart from Ghost Head’s group, boarded transport vehicles and disappeared to unknown destinations.

Soon, the convoy of trucks began moving too, but their route clearly diverged from that of the transport vehicles.

Because they executed the mission one truck at a time, Ghost Head and his group had to wait their turn. The soldiers in the trucks found some time to relax, occasionally watching other trucks pass them by.

Inside the side entrance were three acquaintances of Ghost Head. They initially wanted him to join them, but he politely declined. He needed a quiet environment to reminiscence about the past because he might not get another chance to do so in the near future. He needed to cherish this moment.

Looking to the other side, he noticed that strange guy again—a short figure with the same stiff movements and demeanor as before. Ghost Head didn’t know what was wrong with him. Perhaps he had suffered a cerebellar injury. Ghost Head thought of greeting him but decided against it since they weren’t familiar with each other.

Ultimately, Ghost Head didn’t overthink it.

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