I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 297 - 109: My combat power is 3, he must have 10_4

Chapter 297: Chapter 109: My combat power is 3, he must have 10_4

He looked at the fire truck approaching from a distance, knowing it carried survivors and was also followed by a horde of zombies. He stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel sharply, and sped into the distance.

Inside the fire truck.

"Look, it’s that building on fire over there. The flames are quite fierce," Lin Fan pointed at a nearby burning building.

He Yong had never expected that he would continue working as a firefighter in the apocalypse, and thinking about it seemed not too bad.

"I see it, such a fire incident isn’t too severe. It seems to have started from the exterior wall, very likely it is arson."

He Yong analyzed, being an expert in this field, he was quite familiar with the behaviors of fire.

Lin Fan said, "Arson, huh? That’s a criminal act, and there should be a price to pay."

"Yeah, that’s true," He Yong nodded, but regretfully, what could criminal acts do now? In the current world, breaking the law had become the norm for many survivors.

The Rooftop.

A Hai and Miao Li, enduring the smoke, looked towards the approaching fire truck. They were initially filled with hope, but despair crept back in as soon as they saw the zombies following it.

With so many zombies chasing, how could the fire truck possibly care about them?

"A Hai, we might have been too hopeful," Miao Li said regretfully.

A Hai shook his head, "Why is it like this? I hate this damned apocalypse. It wasn’t like this before. Why did it suddenly change like this, ah... it’s unbearable."

He clutched his head, thinking about leaping from the building to be burned to death by the fierce fire rather than continuing to barely survive. The image of that mysterious strong man he had seen at the mall in front of the mansion earlier entered his mind.

Carrying a sword, sweeping through zombies like the War God.

"If only that strong man could appear, just like descending on a colorful cloud in front of me and telling me not to be afraid. I am the Guardian God of Huang city. If that were so, I would never forget it for the rest of my life, he would be everything to me," A Hai mused.

Miao Li looked at A Hai’s expression, smiling tragically on the brink of death, "There are no mysterious strong men, no guardian gods; these are probably fantasies in this apocalypse. I’ve always wanted to tell you, this is probably just your imagination, after all, the pressure of the apocalypse is immense, causing hallucinations is very common.

As strong as A Hai mentioned, battling hordes of zombies, he simply did not believe it, who could achieve that?

"No, it wasn’t an illusion, it was real," A Hai said firmly, having no doubt about the truthfulness of that figure.

Miao Li said nothing; it was the beautiful hopes of those about to die. There was no need to obsess over this matter, to insist on distinguishing the real from the fake. If they really had to sort it out, it would be a big blow to A Hai, why even bother?

And just then.

A voice came through.

When they heard the voice, A Hai suddenly raised his head, Miao Li’s eyes widened as well, as if hearing something unbelievable.

Hearing these words might not have stirred much emotion before.

But now, hearing them...

It truly shocked them.

"Hold on, firefighters are here, we’ll soon put out the fire, have hope for the future."

Right after that.

Water descended from above, falling upon them.

They looked up to the sky, their eyes watering as if the dark sky had been torn apart, a ray of sunlight penetrating through the darkness, spreading across the land. The cold water felt warm on their skin.

A Hai scrambled and rolled over to the edge, looking down.

And saw the figure carrying a sword.

"He’s here, he really came, it’s him, it’s him..." A Hai trembled with excitement, his voice heightened, continuously pointing towards the figure below, "Miao Li, look, he’s the sword-carrying strong man I told you about. He really appeared."

Miao Li followed A Hai’s pointing direction, and at first glance, saw the scene of the other party swinging a sword to kill zombies, each swing flashing with silvery white brilliance.

"Do you see it?" A Hai grabbed Miao Li’s shoulder, it was to prove that he wasn’t lying.

Miao Li, mouth agape, shocked, said, "I see it."

A Hai said, "As I said, we have hope, we have a future."

Suddenly.

With a slap, Miao Li furiously slapped his own cheek.

A Hai looked at Miao Li, not understanding what he was trying to do or why he would hit himself like this.

Then he heard Miao Li mutter regretfully.

"It’s all my fault, he appeared here to help us, but I was afraid he was a bad person and didn’t accept him. If only..."

In his excitement, A Hai saw Miao Li’s self-blaming manner and grabbed his shoulder, "Brother Miao, it’s not your fault. Anyone would have doubted."

As he was about to continue.

Thud thud!

"Hello, I’m Lin Fan, can you open the door?"

The knocking sound.

A Hai and Miao Li, hearing the sound, hurriedly looked down, the sword-carrying figure had vanished, replaced by a ground covered with zombie corpses.

Ended... just like that?

For Miao Li, how could it end so quickly.

A Hai quickly opened the door, and as the door swung open, a figure stood in the dim stairway. A Hai retreated, standing next to Miao Li, fixing his gaze on the entrance.

The darkness dispersed, the figure in view, appearing in their line of sight was that smiling face. In their eyes, the person radiated a brilliant light.