I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 193 - 092 I am one among the thousands and millions of ordinary people_4

Chapter 193: Chapter 092 I am one among the thousands and millions of ordinary people_4

The skyscraper was on fire, and the protagonist aimed to reach the upper floors of the building. Running up from the outside, disregarding the height, he smashed through the glass and tumbled inside. Of course, this was from a foreign film. If it were made with domestic glass, likely, he would have an intimate encounter with the glass, slip, and plummet from tens of meters high.

Rooftop.

Standing on the rooftop of the skyscraper, the wind howled around him.

With a sword on his back and treading along the edge, he looked into the distance. All the buildings appeared so small to him, he saw roaming hordes of zombies, cars speeding down the streets, and so much more.

But these were not what he was looking for.

He was searching for an armored vehicle, similar to the ones used by the military.

Before, his vision had never been this good. Even if he could see far, it definitely wasn’t this clear, but everything had changed drastically after killing zombies and leveling up.

"The scenery is really beautiful, if only it could be like before," he mused.

He was mesmerized by the sight.

Recalling the once beautiful city, the past Yellow City was a place everyone longed for, and its beauty was partly thanks to him.

Now the beauty was gone and would not return. From afar, the dirty and messy environment was out of sight and still appeared beautiful, but up close, he could see things that weren’t visible from afar.

For example, up close, there were cockroaches.

Suddenly.

He clearly saw an armored vehicle moving at a moderate speed a short distance away in the street, with a very distinctive shape that was recognizable at a glance.

"That’s it, they are searching for survivors. I just need to pretend to be one," he thought.

He swiftly dived down, feeling the wind brush against his face.

It was truly comfortable.

He knew he was slightly powerful now and jumped just a little high, but he didn’t feel anything remarkable about it. One ought to live honestly, not becoming arrogant because of temporary power, otherwise, without humility, having good friends is impossible.

Street.

Lin Fan pretended to be a survivor and came across them by chance.

He took the initiative to verify the authenticity of the others. In these perilous end-times, if anyone used the guise of rescue to deceive others emotionally or even harm them, he was determined to stop such behavior.

He pricked up his ears.

He heard the sound of a vehicle approaching from behind.

"Hehe..."

Zombies appeared ahead, a good distance away. The zombie, rather dazed, staggered and when it saw Lin Fan, it showed an excited expression and roared fiercely while madly running towards him.

Lin Fan didn’t move, pretending to be horrified. He couldn’t draw his sword and split the zombie in two or kick it tens of meters away.

He turned and ran towards the armored vehicle.

In the armored vehicle, there were four fully armed survivors.

"Look, another ’yellow skin.’"

"Lucky us, just left and already found someone alive. Let’s save him and bring him on board, then head back and report."

"Haha, he’s really running pathetically. I’d actually like to see him get tackled and bitten by the zombies."

"That’s the sadness of banning guns. He doesn’t even have the tools to protect himself. I think once we save him, he’ll be as grateful as the last ’yellow skin’ and treat us like gods."

The armored vehicle quickly drove up in front of Lin Fan; the door opened.

"Hey, friend, quickly get in. We are here to save you," they called out.

When Lin Fan saw them, he paused for a moment. They were foreigners. Without overthinking, he quickly boarded.

The armored vehicle harshly drove over zombies.

He could hear the crunching sound of bones being crushed.

At that moment.

Lin Fan looked at them, "Thank you for saving me."

Three were white and one was black, the driver having dark skin.

One of the brawny men, showing his white teeth, said, "You’re really lucky. We spotted you just when those damned zombies were after you. Just a while back, I saw a survivor being chased by a handful of zombies, and him being knocked down was really bloody and horrifying."

Lin Fan exclaimed, "Your Mandarin is incredibly standard."

"Of course, we are part of an international rescue organization and are proficient in several languages. We’ve been living here for eight years and know the place well. There was this one time in the park when I was surrounded by enthusiastic local ladies. They all wanted to introduce me to their daughters and even told me not to worry about the bride price, which is hard for me to accept considering how high it is," Johnny said, laughing and jesting with Lin Fan without any panic from the apocalypse.

Lin Fan responded, "Really? Then you must have encountered some nice ladies. The ones I meet always demand a bride price, and without a sufficient one, they wouldn’t agree to the marriage."

Another man said, "Hey, is that Frostmourne from World of Warcraft on your back? It really looks cool."

Lin Fan laughed, "Yes, it’s a gift from a friend. Now, where are we headed?"

He was very curious to know where this self-proclaimed international rescue organization would take him. He was eager to see their main base. If it turned out to be an organization that harms others, he would definitely make them understand that our nation’s laws should not be violated.

Johnny said, "We are going to our shelter, of course. Friend, the population here is just too large, leading to a terrifying number of zombies. Fortunately, our shelter is not open to the public, so anyone who turns into a zombie can be easily swept away."