I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 194 - 092 I am one among the thousands and millions of ordinary people_5

Chapter 194: Chapter 092 I am one among the thousands and millions of ordinary people_5

Lin Fan said, "Nobody expected it to turn out like this, but how come all of you have firearms? In our country, these things are banned."

Johnny laughed, "Didn’t I just say? We are an international rescue organization, so it’s quite normal for us to have firearms. You don’t have to be so surprised. Oh, and our shelter has accommodated many survivors, all your compatriots. I think you’ll feel quite at home when you see them."

He looked at Lin Fan, his frail figure. Even carrying the Frost Mourning, what could he achieve? He was still weak, easy enough to break his neck with one hand.

"Really? I’m really thankful to you all then. I think my compatriots will be very grateful to you as well," Lin Fan replied.

From their eyes, Lin Fan saw ferocity and mockery; this was no friendly demeanor. Unfortunately, for others, your disguise might indeed be impeccable, but to me, who can see right through your intentions from just a glance, you cannot hide.

He wanted to know exactly where this so-called international rescue organization’s shelter was located.

Chatting casually.

Soon, the armored vehicle slowly came to a stop.

"We’re here. Get off," Johnny said.

"The shelter is already here. You are safe now, so you don’t need to worry about zombies anymore," Johnny stated.

Getting off.

The surrounding environment was very unfamiliar.

An enclosed environment.

He saw a tightly closed silver-white iron door, and scrutinizing the surroundings, there were bullet marks on the walls, and coagulated blood on the ground. It seems there had been a fierce battle here when the apocalypse struck.

"Follow me," Johnny said with a smile.

As he turned his back on Lin Fan, his eyes narrowed, already harboring bad intentions.

Just then.

The black ghost standing behind Lin Fan raised his hand and violently chopped towards Lin Fan’s neck.

Lin Fan felt the movement from behind, didn’t counterattack, but waited instead. He wanted to see what the person intended to do. With a snap, his neck was struck hard.

"What are you doing?" Lin Fan asked, turning his head around.

The black ghost was obviously stunned. "Damn, how did you not pass out?"

Snap!

Johnny swung his hand down ferociously towards Lin Fan’s neck, striking it hard once more. Lin Fan instantly understood. He remembered a phrase a celebrity had once said: Acting must be taken seriously. Even fainting must have depth; otherwise, it wouldn’t look real.

Lin Fan swayed his body, portraying the sensation of the world spinning, then suddenly, with a snap, he collapsed to the ground.

Johnny looked at the black ghost, "Where did all your strength go? You couldn’t even knock out a frail, yellow-skinned weakling. But honestly, this guy’s muscles are tough. It even hurt my hand to chop him."

The black ghost, somewhat dissatisfied, kicked the collapsed Lin Fan viciously and cursed loudly.

Definitely not good people.

Lying down, Lin Fan always trusted his judgment, never doubting his instincts; then, he felt someone lift him onto their shoulder and take away his Frost Mourning.

No worries.

Everything will come back.

All he wanted to know was whether there really were survivors who had been harmed by them. If these people truly rescued others, he would sincerely thank them, giving them a thumbs up as international friends.

But now, he felt it might not be the case.

Good people?

Would they chop me?

Would they kick me?

A bit bumpy, it seemed like they were descending. Listening to the noise, it seemed they were in an elevator.

"Found survivors that quickly?"

"Lucky. We encountered him on the road. He was being chased by zombies, so we brought him back. We already have a subject now, we can rest for a bit, right? I really don’t want to go out and face those damn zombies."

They were conversing, speaking in a foreign language, incomprehensible. Who knows what they were really saying.

Soon, he felt himself being placed on some kind of operating table, his limbs bound by something metallic to the touch.

Observation room.

A man standing next to the blonde elder said, "This experiment involves cutting open the subject’s skull and placing zombie crystals inside it to establish a connection with the brain. If this fails again, we’ll have to consider other methods."

The blonde elder nodded seriously.

What he pursued was human evolution, the madness, the thrill from the moment he found a crystal inside a mutated zombie’s head.

Just then.

The situation changed.

The survivor lying on the experimental table suddenly woke up, broke free from the bindings, and instantly stunned everyone around.

At that moment.

Lin Fan looked around, noticing the zombies locked in containers and many bloody human tissues, even those surrounding him were clad in protective suits.

"What are you trying to do to me?" Lin Fan asked.

He felt like he was in a laboratory, bound to an operating table, probably an experimental subject just like the situation he was in, something he couldn’t accept.

The scenarios conjured in his mind were various vicious experiments.

If there really were survivors brought here, one could hardly imagine what they had faced.

Thinking this, he felt chillingly cold.

The red light in the corner flickered.

Soon, fully armed people burst in, led by Johnny, whom he had had an enjoyable conversation with on the armored vehicle.

The black ghost, holding a firearm, slowly approached Lin Fan, angrily commanding, "Hands on your head and squat."

Lin Fan said, "You deceived survivors into coming here, not to save them, but to use them as experimental subjects, just like me. I heard guesses from others, came to check, and it turns out it’s really true."