There was also a man dressed as if he were in a heavy metal band.
"News from headquarters. Godzilla seems to be gone." The one who spoke was a man in casual clothes with an earring. When he mentioned Godzilla was gone, his face seemed to be smiling.
"What do you mean by gone?"
"Dead. The last message he sent to headquarters was... 'I've met the so-called Officer Hoang. I'll capture him,' and then... there was no 'and then'." The heavy metal man showed no surprise at Godzilla's death.
They were all mutants, existences that had fused with zombie genes.
Others always saw them as products of science and technology, but they never liked being called works of art. They always believed that they were individual entities.
The man in casual clothes said, "Does the handbook record that Officer Hoang has such abilities?"
As mutants, they were very confident in their own strength. Gene fusion gave them strength that surpassed everything. Even when encountering high-level zombies, they could easily deal with them.
"I don't know. If we really meet that Officer Hoang, let's see what abilities he has. A zombie that maintains its sanity, so far, it seems only the Creator has that," the man in the suit said.
The man who looked like he was in a heavy metal band looked at the man in the suit and said, "We know you've been getting very close to a Creator recently. I advise you to be careful. You covet its genes, but what it's thinking is probably not something you can imagine."
"Haha, you don't need to worry about my business. The Creator's mind is not that smart. We can chat about Lam Pham of Hoang City's Sunshine Shelter. That guy is too mysterious. The organization sent people to investigate a while ago, but they were eliminated as soon as they arrived. Even a child is so terrifying. Thinking about it, it's really unfair," the man in the suit shook his head and said.
That video was no secret; it had already been made public.
The little girl who appeared, so young, yet so terrifying. That was the terror of psychokinesis.
Invisible compression, crushing a mutant in its final form to death.
They put their hands on their chests and asked themselves.
If they encountered her, would they be her opponent?
"What's Hong Ma been up to recently?" someone asked curiously.
Hong Ma was the most perfect existence among all their mutants.
They had to admit it even if they didn't want to.
That kind of strength, that kind of form was truly unimaginably perfect.
"Who knows? He doesn't like to hang out with anyone. He's arrogant beyond belief. In the end, isn't he just a toy created by man? He acts as if he's more precious than anyone else."
His words were not very pleasant to hear.
But the reality was just that.
Before they became mutants, their strength was far from their current level. It could even be said that there was no comparison. Hong Ma was just his codename.
They didn't even know his real name.
In their opinion, when they truly became mutants, they could no longer be considered real humans. Their pasts were all forgotten, even their names.
A name was just a title. It didn't matter what they were called.
"Alright, there's nothing to be sour about. Hong Ma is indeed more awesome than us. Before he fused with zombie genes, he was an Awakener. You all know what happened next. His own genes had a high compatibility with zombie genes, more perfect than any of ours."
Everyone nodded silently.
It was true.
They were a lucky batch of mutants. Some people, after fusion, had their genes mutate, unable to maintain a human form, turning into monster-like existences, and some even turned into a pile of flesh and blood mush.
Even if they had some rationality, it was filled with tyranny.
That was a failed product.
But why were there still people willing to take the risk? Perhaps it was the unknown and powerful force that made them willing to take the risk. After all, from an ordinary person to a superman with power in an instant, anyone would want to have such power, to survive well in such a terrible apocalypse...
Hong Nhat Martial Arts School.
"Father, recently some zombies, though not many, have appeared nearby. Is this a sign of something?"
Doan Nghe's expression was extremely solemn.
During this period, the martial arts school had been relatively stable and calm, without encountering too much trouble. Occasionally, a zombie would appear, but it would be quickly and easily dealt with by them.
The reason they stayed at the martial arts school was to see if they could meet anyone who needed help.
At the same time, they also wanted to pass on the martial arts school's legacy in the apocalypse.
But in an apocalypse where zombies roamed rampant, wanting to meet survivors was indeed very difficult. At least until now, they really hadn't met any.
Doan Thanh Ho smiled and said, "Daughter, don't be too sensitive. It's normal for zombies to appear. Don't be too nervous."
The apocalypse was indeed terrifying, but he didn't expect his daughter to grow up and become so sensible in the apocalypse. Indeed, if you want to change a person, the environment is very important.
Their martial arts school had a total of fifteen Awakeners.
Lam Pham had sent them crystals, so they had crystals to use to improve their abilities.
Doan Nghe said, "Father, it's better to be careful. But recently, I've found that Chu Dao has been getting very close to other students, acting sneakily."
The Chu Dao she mentioned was the dean of the martial arts school.
In peacetime, he was very strict with the students, even unwilling to communicate with them properly. He would resort to physical punishment at the slightest dissatisfaction.
Now, he was suddenly building relationships with the students, which made her feel that Chu Dao might have some bad intentions.
Doan Thanh Ho said, "He's been at the martial arts school for many years and has been very diligent. Now that many students have become Awakeners, he's afraid the students will remember the past and cause trouble for him. It's normal for him to maintain relationships now. It's good to think of the worst, but don't think of the worst in everything."
"It just feels strange," Doan Nghe shook her head, still feeling that there was a big problem.
She left the office.
She went for a walk outside. The martial arts school had always been self-sufficient until now. This was also thanks to the martial arts school's closed management in the past. All kinds of meat and food were raised by themselves.
Therefore, the martial arts school now had a farm.
"Junior Sister..." Tran Vo came head-on.
"Senior Brother," Doan Nghe stopped. During this period, the abilities of the Awakeners at the martial arts school had all improved. For example, Senior Brother Tran Vo had already improved to the third stage and was still short of a crystal for the fourth stage.
The other senior brothers and sisters were all at the second and third stages.
"Senior Brother, I feel that the dean has a problem. Why is he pulling people over for no reason? Do you think he's trying to overthrow my father's position as headmaster and take it for himself?"
Tran Vo smiled and said, "Junior Sister, don't overthink it. The headmaster's prestige is there. It's not something that can be done by just pulling a few people over. Besides, even if they agree, they still have to ask if this pair of iron fists of mine agrees."
Ever since he had improved his ability to this level, he was full of confidence in his own strength.
The power of his two fists could definitely smash all disasters.
Just then.
"Senior Brother, Senior Sister..."
Little Lo Bac hurried over from the distance. He was short and his fist fighting was average, but if he met a bad person, he could still forcefully perform a set of boxing techniques in front of them, and then fiercely tell them, "Don't be arrogant. This fist of mine has ten years of training. If you piss me off, you won't have a good time."
"Little Lo Bac, what's wrong?" Doan Nghe asked.
The Little Lo Bac in front of her was a good hand at the martial arts school's farm. He was skilled at taking care of livestock and was conscientious and responsible, definitely serious.
Little Lo Bac pointed at the main gate and said, "Someone is here. He said he used to be from our martial arts school and came to see us. I don't know him."
Doan Nghe and Tran Vo looked at each other in confusion.
Someone from our martial arts school in the past?
Could it be someone who had left the martial arts school and came here to seek refuge in the apocalypse?
Thinking of this, they hurried over.
They wanted to see who it was.
At the gate.
A man stood leisurely outside, looking up at the signboard, his eyes seeming to reveal a hint of reminiscence.
Just as he was reminiscing.
A voice came from the fence.
"Who are you?" Doan Nghe sized him up. She had no impression of him at all. The other person looked to be about thirty years old. At least in her impression, there was no familiar face that matched his.
The man looked up and said, "You must be Doan Nghe."
"You know me?" Doan Nghe dared to swear that she had never met this person before, not even a slight impression.
"I know you. Not only do I know you, I also know your father, Doan Thanh Ho," the man said with a slight smile.