When they heard Lux was going to give them food, everyone subconsciously swallowed. They were starving.
"Of course, if you have wounds you can't reasonably explain, and I judge them to be dangerous, I can have the driver pull over. I'll give you one compressed biscuit and one bottle of water, and you can find your own way to survive."
"Just don't make any rash or threatening moves. If you're confident you're not infected and want to stay on this truck, then I'll tie you up first with mountaineering nylon rope. After twenty-four hours without any signs of transformation, you can remain on board."
Lux spoke calmly.
He didn't like killing people. But if someone posed a real threat to him or to HK416 and the others, then even if they were human, he wouldn't hesitate to kill them.
"Brother Lux, I'm hungry. Can you check me first? I don't have any wounds at all."
Catherine, leaning against the truck's side panel, spoke up.
Lux carefully inspected her, then opened his hiking backpack and took out a compressed biscuit and a bottle of mineral water, handing them to Catherine.
With Catherine setting the example—and with everyone truly starving—the students lined up and let Lux inspect them one by one.
During the process, three people had fresh wounds they couldn't explain. Two of them chose without hesitation to be tied up to prove they wouldn't transform. The remaining boy chose to take the food and water and leave the truck.
Lux didn't interfere with his choice. He contacted HK416 through the tactical headset, ordered Bob to pull over, and then let the boy off the truck.
"Brother Lux, that military shelter you mentioned earlier—was that information real?"
After eating the biscuit and regaining some strength, Catherine asked.
"I heard it from someone else. He's dead now, but I think it should be real."
Lux nodded.
The news that shelters still existed was like a shot in the arm. The tension and panic on everyone's faces gradually faded.
"Everyone, I think we all owe Brother Lux our lives. If he hadn't killed that terrifying monster at the school, we would all have died there."
"Just now, Roy tried to hide his wounds and even tried to attack Brother Lux, who was thinking about our safety. I think he deserved to die. How about we all forget what happened just now? Once we reach the shelter, no one brings it up again. What do you think?"
"If Brother Lux hadn't insisted on checking wounds, you all know something just as horrible as what happened at the school would've happened here."
Catherine cleared her throat and spoke seriously.
"Yeah, yeah, that bastard Roy deserved it. Trying to drag everyone down with him—Brother Lux was cleaning a trash for the people."
The others immediately echoed her words.
Even Roy's usual buddies grumbled angrily.
After all, Roy had just tried to get them killed too.
"Heh. You're quite thoughtful."
Lux glanced at Catherine. This little girl really did know how to repay kindness. Not that he was afraid of these people reporting him to the military at the shelter.
The military's priority would be reclaiming lost territory and clearing out zombies. Only after that would they even have the energy to investigate whether he had killed Roy.
But the military numbered only around 2.3 million people, while the country's total population was close to 1.4 billion. Even if every soldier was uninfected, facing fourteen hundred million zombies was still absurd—on average, each soldier would need to kill over six hundred zombies.
[TL: The MC is Currently in China, That's why the characters name are chinese. Places and name of items are also chinese. I just modified thier names]
That was clearly impossible.
With zombies alone being overwhelming, they wouldn't have spare capacity to come after him.
That was exactly why he dared to send these students to a military shelter.
After learning about the shelter's existence from Darren, Lux had thought through many things.
Even if an epidemic broke out internally, he believed the military wouldn't collapse outright. There would definitely be capable people who could stabilize the situation and organize an orderly retreat.
After all, HK416 and MDR had managed to keep him alive.
A professionally trained military force couldn't possibly be completely wiped out.
As for Lux himself, because of the tactical dolls and the system, he wasn't suited to dealing with the military.
Whether it was the system or the tactical dolls, both were extremely special pieces of black technology. He had no intention of being captured and sliced open for research to see if the system could be stripped from him.
"Lux, Bob says he doesn't know the way to Hongi Commune. We probably need a map. Or do you know the route?"
HK416's clear voice came through the tactical headset.
"I don't know either. I'll ask the students."
Lux replied briefly, then turned to them.
"The military shelter is set up at Hongi Commune. Does anyone here know the way?"
Lux asked.
"Brother Lux, I do. My home is over there."
A boy with glasses raised his hand.
"Name?"
"Ben. My name is Ben."
"Alright. I'll have Bob stop. You'll go into the cab and act as navigator."
"Got it. Leave it to me."
Ben nodded repeatedly.
"HK, tell Bob to stop. There's a student named Ben here who knows the route to Hongi Commune. Also, check whether Anna has any wounds."
Lux spoke into the microphone attached to the tactical headset.
"I already checked earlier. Don't worry—no wounds. She's not infected."
"Good. The driver's seat fits about five people, right? Have MDR come to the back. You, Anna, and Candice can squeeze onto the rear sleeping berth."
"Understood."
After receiving Lux's order via HK416, Bob stepped on the brakes and pulled the heavy truck over to the roadside.
Ben quickly climbed down from the cargo area and entered the cab. MDR, agile as ever, climbed into the cargo compartment.
"Lux! I want cola and chips! And help me reload my magazines!"
Barely standing steady, MDR handed over several empty magazines.
"So you really are treating me like manual labor now? No cola. Just eat some snacks."
Lux took the empty magazines with a helpless expression, then opened his backpack and pulled out a bag of deflated chips, handing it to MDR.
"What?! That heaven-like, happiness-inducing, stimulating liquid is already gone?! You drank it way too fast!"
MDR dropped to her knees in the truck bed in an exaggerated pose.
"If you're not eating it, I'm putting it away."
"I am, I am, I am!"
MDR immediately snatched the junk food and happily started eating.