My Destined Zombie Bride

Chap 9: Oh my god, you are really dumb

The crowd began to laugh and curse again, Paul Harly ignored them, carefully tucked the debt book under his pillow, conveniently shoving the brick phone into his pocket. The soldier looking like a fortune teller next to him saw it and hit it. Lor jumped out quickly, and the fortune-teller-like soldier whispered:

“Paul Harly, are you crazy? You can't bring your phone on a mission!"

"You bastard fortune-teller, you have an important call to listen to these days!" Lor stretched out his hand to clamp the fortuneteller's neck, dragged him out, and threatened, "When you kill someone, you will turn off the phone, when you are free, turn it on. You mumble a little or you'll pay the debt immediately."

"You don't see anything, you don't see anything!"

The voices of the Fortune Teller and Lor were getting further and further away, and the Phap Phap and Thu Sinh walked a little behind. Phap Hoa softly shouted, “Dad, these days Lor only thinks about money. Shu Sheng, do you know what happened?"

“Hey~~ I don't know if it's true or not? That night…” Shu Sheng smiled shadyly at the Dharma Protector, “I heard that you made a mistake with a innocent girl, now you have to make money for her.”

“Damn it! I still wonder why Lor didn't come over to play cards that night, so…”

Before he finished speaking, the Dharma Protector stopped and turned to look at Thu Sinh. Both of them looked mysteriously gloating, looked at Lor in front of them, and the Dharma Protector sighed:

"It's not easy, it's almost twenty-five! Finally peeled off the stamp.”

"That's right, it's much better than a Persian like you who hasn't been stamped yet!"

"Don't say they won't tell you you're dumb?!!!"

After talking for a while, everyone rushed into the meeting room, found their own seats and then fell silent, everyone seemed to be soldiers on the main road ready to defend the Fatherland. Moments later, several leaders entered, glancing at the twenty fully armed men. There are three squads of commandos here, all of which are outstanding talents selected from the previous army. The leader looked regretful but still gave each person a form.

“Lor, this looks serious.”

The fortune-teller sat in front of Lor, furrowing his brows and stroking his mustache, pointing at the money on the paper. He widened his eyes and laughed: this compensation was three times the normal amount.

Their commando squad is called a suicide squad by outsiders, meaning that wherever they need to kill people, they go there. Having murder means having a kill rate; Each time they perform their duties, their superiors are given a card as a will, which clearly states that if they make a glorious sacrifice, the country will compensate them for how much death will be paid.

Working for a long time, just look at the compensation level to know the difficulty of the task. This fee has reached a new level in history.

They can't refuse, don't have the right to refuse, if they join the suicide team, their lives don't belong to them.

Lor calmly wrote Belle's name in the payee column. From now on, his compensation will be for Belle only.

Belle here does not know anything, after taking the medicine, she asked the time of Tran The Giai's duty, calculated a little that on December 30, she had to be on duty in the morning, not in the afternoon.

Belle decided that at the end of December 30, she would sneak into Tran The Giai's house, knock her out and drag her back to the villa! As for a date on the 30th night to go to the top of the mountain to watch the stars with Lor, let him stay there and cool off!

From the hospital, Belle received a phone call from her parents, who were waiting for Belle to come over and have lunch at a western restaurant at the mall. Belle rushed over there, glanced at the Western restaurant and saw her parents sitting at a table by the window, finished ordering steak, pasta and pizza, only waiting for her.

Belle's family is not a very wealthy family, both parents are unskilled workers, but perhaps compared to those living at the bottom of society, they still have some money to enjoy life, such as going out occasionally. eat western food, one domestic travel once a year. These kinds of small family fun like this Belle's parents love.

Belle was scolded by her mother for wearing too little. As soon as she sat down, she was able to cut some neat pieces of beef for her, only missing the water and put the meat in her mouth. Belle sighed inwardly – a person who, no matter how many years he lived, how many things went through, in front of his parents, that person was still an innocent child.

Belle is also happy to let her parents take care of her, lazily leaning on the chair, waiting for her mother to feed the real beef, but her eyes are still watching the news on TV attentively.

This is urban news, roughly talking about a rich man in Xiangcheng who invested money in a certain property management company in the same city. This month, he never received the corresponding interest, so he suspected that he had been cheated. He went to the other asset management company many times, but of course the company's people just made excuses. Finally, the rich man had to make a fuss, even on the urban news, the journalist came out with the rich man to the property management company to talk clearly.

According to the other news, the person in charge of the property management company complained to the journalist again, saying that they had no way out - the corporation was in Germany and they couldn't contact the person in charge, money. in Duc Thanh city is also not in the account of the branch in Tuong Thanh, hope to be forgiven… Van and cloud.

"Although I know it's a lie, this person sounds very sincere, his father, look at him, he's about to cry!"

Mother To feeds her daughter beef while commenting on the news on TV. Mr. William turned his back to the TV, was watching the newspaper, so he also hummed, replying perfunctorily:

“Duc Thanh has a lot of things lately. Look, there's a scoundrel named Wang Jun who went thousands of miles into it because of a girl named Alice, now he's missing, his family has already posted the news in the newspaper to find him."

Sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating Belle's pale face. She munched on beef while thinking about Duc Thanh: it was clearly under much stricter control than ten days ago, the news was also sealed off. In such a large city, not a single piece of news leaked out, if it wasn't for her experience of the era of decadence, she wouldn't have noticed any signs of zombies in it.

For a moment, Belle felt a little panicked, as if seeing someone slowly dying in agony in front of her. She knew this person would die, but she couldn't save it, and the situation after that couldn't be resolved.

After eating, her parents continued to go to the streets and she made an excuse to buy some daily review books to go to a pawn shop, take all her mother's jewelry from Gioi Thi, and earn about 20,000 yuan to continue spending. wasteful waste.

Belle couldn't think of anything else to stock up on. She bought some frozen meat at the supermarket for several thousand, bought some extra baby clothes for Tieu Ai, a few cartons of powdered milk, and even a black and white reading card for the newborn baby. One afternoon passed.

In the evening, Belle and her parents also found a delicious restaurant to eat and then she took her parents to the Apple mansion.

Along the way to the car, Belle drove the car with one hand and the other on the window, leaning over to think. Suddenly a beam of headlights shined on the back of the jeep. Belle glanced in the rearview mirror, wow, what a high end motorhome.

Motorhome and Belle's car entered the Apple mansion together. The main door opened, Belle drove in first, but kept her eyes on the rearview mirror, watching the other car enter the area and then turn in another direction at the junction, finally stopping in front of a villa.

Okay, this car looks good! Later, when taking her parents and Tieu Ai to run away, having a motorhome will bring the quality of life up to standards.

When Belle was calculating, Mr. William sat in the back and frowned at the phone, "Tieu Diep turned off the phone."

"What does that mean? Do you want to avoid responsibility for our Belle?”

Her mother in the passenger seat immediately jumped up and grabbed him by the hair. Her father groaned, gesturing calmly to his wife.

“Just sit down. What kind of person is Tieu Diep? I think it's urgent, don't rush, I'll call back tomorrow morning."

"Tieu Diep, you act like you're very close."

Mother To was very dissatisfied with Mr William's Lor bias, the two of them exchanged words on the way back to the villa. Belle dropped her parents at the door and drove into the garage, going to the kitchen to get two empty glass jars. By the time I got to the living room, the two bottles were full of clear water.

She gave two glass vases to her parents who were still arguing, and after giving instructions, went upstairs to the bedroom. Belle went to the bathroom, looked at the round white tub, and tried pumping water into the tub. Currently, filling the tub halfway is not a problem at all, but attacking with water is still a bit difficult.

Belle filled half the tub with cold water, poured a little more hot water, then undressed in the tub, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, began to feel the water in the tub, letting the water and her body connect.

Currently, the aura in her body was the size of a pomegranate seed, sparkling with silver. She held that light for a moment, saw that the crystal did not change, then looked for another game. At first, she thought about what this crystal had to do, in addition to discharging water, it also had to have the power to become a matter of arbitrary control.

A layer of light water running continuously gradually appeared on her skin. Belle felt a little nervous, but at this point, there was no turning back. She closed her eyes, burying her face in the water, silver glittering on the surface. A transparent glass plate flew out, hovering over the bathtub.

Now Belle was naked like a graceful mermaid, her long black hair bobbing in the water, her breath bubbling up from the bottom of the tub, her eyes wide, only feeling hundreds of crazy pores. surrounding water. The intense force of water poured into her flesh and blood like moths plunging into the fire, straight into her spirit.

The silver luster of the crystal flashed like a starry sky, spinning continuously. Crystal both absorbs the energy of the water and releases the energy that controls the glass suspended above the bath. Belle was lying on the bottom of the tub and saw the water was about to run out, her heart pounding, her hands pounding on the faucet above her head, the shower spouted water rushing over her body. It's like pouring it on a sponge, it's quickly sucked up.

The glass remains in suspension. After a long time, Belle was finally able to adapt to such an amount of energy coming in and out, gradually controlling the aura so that the body would not absorb water like a sponge anymore, causing the spirit to emit energy to hold the glass, control the glass in all directions, change the thickness and then turn into a stream of water falling into the bathtub.

Continuing with this move, Belle makes the glass float a lot easier. In fact, she used to only use glasses before – it was a self-defense move, and a rather strange defensive skill. Glass also has the same principle as ice, but now Belle feels that it is much more challenging to her transformation skills because it is easier to transform, it is not possible to apply the method of controlling the glass to the glass. Okay.

She must focus, use more energy to maintain the shape of the glass.

Stopped the glass two or three times, each time for only half a minute, and Belle was very tired. Now that she is a pregnant woman, she still has a dangerous first trimester, so she has to abstain, being hungry makes her worried. Belle went downstairs, looked at the clock, it was 2-3 o'clock at night, maybe her parents slept for a long time. Belle conveniently took a large bowl of food, watching the full moon outside the window while eating clean.

On the table was Mr William's phone book, which her father carried with him wherever he went. Recording phone numbers in small notebooks is a habit of older people.

Belle looked boredly through and saw that the last page of the notebook had Lor's name and number on it.

She stood up, feeling that she wasn't full enough, so she continued to eat the second bowl, took out her cell phone while eating, silently remembering the quarrel between her parents earlier, I don't know if it was a coincidence, muttering:

"Electricity Phone off? Let's call and see..."

At that time, under the moonlight, Lor with two machetes on his back, a sniper rifle in his hand, was entering Duc Thanh with his comrades. Just like the fortune teller said, their mission this time is still the Center for Disease Control and Prevention. Last time the forces in Germany tried to hide the true state of the center, so their suicide team was allowed to relax for a few days.

And now, the neighborhoods around the center were surrounded by iron nets. Twenty of them parachuted inside. The command is to kill without pardon.

For the suicide team, killing without mercy was a normal task that couldn't be more normal. But this is not a foreign country, it is not a desert, it is not a place of terrorism, it is an ordinary city within China. Lor's heart was filled with suspicion.

But the suicide team has no right to ask questions. They could only step on the moonlight, watch the things littered in front of the shop being smashed, step by step.

“Wait, someone!”

The sound of the Dharma Protector sounded on the radio, and the members of the suicide team stopped walking. In the moonlight, they saw several people staggered in front of them. Everyone wears night vision goggles, the Dharma Protector raises his sniper rifle in his hand, moving towards the moving people.

"What happened to him? Are you injured?”

The man at the front of the line didn't answer, dragging a seemingly broken leg, groaning heavily, "Huh." A teammate next to Lor turned around and said,

"If you look closely, it's a normal citizen, you can see that he has no weapons on his body."

"Kill it?"

The Dharma Protector turned his head and looked at Lor. Lor shook his head, he didn't know what to do in the current situation. The order of the superiors was to kill without pardon, but not yet saying that civilians who could not resist were within the scope of killing without pardon.

“Please instruct your superiors?”

The Dharma Protector asked again, and Lor nodded. The Dharma Protector held the transmitter to his ear, had not yet begun to speak, and the streets and alleys were full of staggered or injured people. The suicide team members stared blankly, turned their heads to glance at each other, only to hear Lor's voice wondering:

"Why does it feel like the apocalypse? His mother, they are not human, they are zombies!!!”

Before he could finish his sentence, a zombie with sores walked in front of him, immediately attacking a member of the suicide team closest to it, who screamed in agony. Lor immediately reacted, raising the gun in his hand "pang pong" repeatedly. Protector, Thu Sinh, and Fortune Teller reacted in turn, immediately leaned back against each other, facing the zombies that were gathering in all directions and opened fire. Then Lor shot back, and the four men turned their backs to each other to form a defensive posture.

"His mother, at most, open a bloodline to the east, enter the house!"

Lor pointed to the east with the fewest zombies, frantically bombarding. But these zombies are not afraid of guns at all, being shot only slows down a bit without pain, they continue to advance. The front of Lor quickly filled with zombies.

He lifted his leg, kicked a zombie that lunged in front of him, swung the gun in his hand to open the way. Later, Lor discovered that using fists against these zombies was more effective than shooting. The zombie that was just knocked down had a slower crawling speed than the walking speed just now, its body was stiff, and its joints were not flexible.

Thanks to the support of his teammates, Lor quickly opened a path. He kicked open the door of the building next to him, shielding each of his teammates from entering.

Everyone hastily closed the door, sword heavy object blocked. Although there were more and more zombies gathering outside, the suicide team members sat in the room, silent.

As the night passed, the Dharma Protector squatted on the ground, calling the commander incessantly, but no one answered him. Shouting for a long time, the Dharma Protector raised his head, with a rare panic in his eyes; he looked at Lor, smiled wryly, cursed:

"No wonder the death benefit is so high this time. When they brought us in here, they didn't even think about going back."

The nation, the people, the great cause, for people like them, has become a belief in their hearts. Faced with the big deal, everyone will not regret their life, but this time, for the first time, they feel resentful.

Up until now, no one had told them what to do, who to kill, or the monster any. It is possible that the leaders of the German citadel tried their best to hide it so that they could risk their lives to kill these zombies without any good news, or it could be because their superiors were afraid of spreading the infection, for example. In this situation, the commander just cut off contact with the suicide team. They were clearly dumped in here. Lor

's face paled. Under the bright moonlight, everyone's face was unsightly, his heart heavy and angry. Suddenly, a member of the suicide team who was bitten by a zombie who was injured before lying on the ground suddenly convulsed his whole body. The people closest to him immediately stood up, rubbing their hands and feet. Lor lifted the gun, looked at the other teammate, his heart was filled with sadness.

Everyone is aware of a serious possibility: where do the zombie monsters out there come from? Why was it that in just a few short days, the German Center for Disease Control and Prevention could not control the situation and needed their suicide team to save it? The barbed wire fence is so high, and it's also connected to the electricity, don't think that they parachute in without seeing the fixed barbed wire net!

None of these things were told to them. There is certainly an infection rate, this zombie-bitten teammate of theirs is most likely infected.

Some people couldn't help it, clenched their guns and lowered their heads to wipe their eyes. A soldier with a bronze skin, experiencing the rain of bombs and bullets, has never received a grateful glance, facing the brothers who used to eat and sleep together, born and die, how should he choose? They knew they should probably give him a shot, but no one wanted to be the one to give him that shot.

Glancing over the brethren who were clearly hesitating, Lor stepped forward, seeing his contorted brother struggling on the ground now calm, he fell to his knees, his finger pressed against the man's neck artery, coldly said:

“The pulse is still beating, just tie him up, then… We have to figure out how to get out to find food, we can't starve in here.”

Their mission in this is also only three words "to kill without forgiveness." Before not understanding, now Lor understands. Kill without mercy, that is, kill zombies, kill the last zombie, then they are killed. This is using the least sacrifice for the greatest benefit.

These interests may include social stability, may also include the goodwill of certain racial states, but certainly include the private interests of a few. As they thought, there were people who didn't want to reveal the out-of-control situation in Duc Thanh, so they tried to deceive and hide everything that happened here.

And people like Lor are a small sacrifice. So before the last zombie was killed, they couldn't let themselves starve. In fact, it doesn't matter if they starve to death, because later they will have another commando force come in.

“Are we going to get infected too?”

The Dharma Protector is still squatting on the ground, holding his head in both hands, his eyes are full of despair but his heart still does not give up hope. While despair and hope intertwined, he remembered the zombies outside, feeling like this was an apocalyptic battle. This time, they didn't know anything, didn't even know how to prevent infection.

"I don't know, we don't know anything!"

Lor shook his head with a cold face. What happened at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, why did they come here before the situation was under control but now it's gotten worse? Even if they analyzed it, they wouldn't even be able to explain it. The only thing they can do now is kill, kill, kill, if they don't kill zombies, they have to die, but kill all zombies, they also have to die!

“~You are my little apple, no matter how much I love you, it is not enough~~~”

In the suffocating atmosphere, the song “Little Apple” resounded loudly. The music echoed in the dark night, attracting the zombies who were still wandering aimlessly in the distance and wailing towards this direction.

In the room, everyone was dumbfounded for a few seconds, the Dharma Protector on the ground almost jumped up, took off his helmet with one hand, threw it at Lor and shouted:

"Oh my god, you are really dumb, Paul Harly, do it! mission and you still carry a cell phone?!”

“When does it automatically turn on? Mine is a brick phone, not a smartphone.”

Lor mumbled the explanation, turning and pulling out a black brick phone from his back pocket. I just bought this, maybe I just hit a zombie, so my mobile phone automatically turns on, the person's name on the screen only has 1 word "To".

Right now, Lor's heart was a little empty - he was going to die anyway, what was Belle calling for? He didn't intend to listen, but the song "Little Apple" kept playing loudly, and he had to tell Belle anyway to see where his compensation money was. Lor answered the phone.

"Hello?!"

This is a brick phone, so you don't need to turn on the speakerphone to hear her voice on the other end of the line.