Survival of the Catastrophe

The instinct for survival and the fear of death instantly overwhelmed reason and conscience.

The kneeling women's eyes turned frantic. Suddenly, they grabbed anything they could find—broken plates, heavy condiment bottles, even high heels—and screamed as they lunged at their companions who had just been standing side by side!

"Ah—!" "No! Xiaofang, are you crazy?!" "I'll fight you all!"

Cries, screams, curses, sounds of bodies colliding, and the shattering of glass filled the entire upscale restaurant in an instant.

The elegant dining environment was completely transformed into a bloody killing field.

Meanwhile, the zombies outside the door, smelling the increasingly strong stench of blood, pounded and rammed around even more frantically.

Meanwhile, Lin Chen had already arrived at the fifth floor, following the sound of gunfire and the commotion.

"Xiaoya, wait for me at the elevator." He left with a brief instruction and walked alone toward the upscale Western restaurant with his gun.

Almost all the zombies roaming the fifth-floor corridor were attracted outside by the shouts of killing inside the restaurant, and the elevator entrance where Li Ya and the others were located was temporarily safe.

"Help—!" Inside the restaurant, Zhou Xiaomin flailing her fork in vain as a male waiter with a ferocious expression brandished a fruit knife, the tip already poised to plunge into her chest—

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the man with the knife fell to the ground, a bloody hole appearing between his eyebrows.

"Bang!"

Almost simultaneously, another gunshot rang out, and Hao Yong, who was choking Su Yun and attempting to assault her, had his right wrist burst open with blood. The excruciating pain made him scream and release his grip.

A barrage of precise shots rained down like thunder, bringing the chaotic fighting inside the restaurant to an abrupt halt.

A deathly silence instantly enveloped the area.

Everyone stared blankly at the figure that suddenly appeared at the door—a figure dressed in black tactical uniform, holding a long sniper rifle that reeked of gunpowder, with an expression as cold as ice, and no one dared to meet his gaze.

Outside the intact, tightly closed restaurant doors, the zombies continued to howl and thrash wildly, as if they had appeared out of thin air in this bloody place.

Lin Chen's gaze quickly swept across the entire room, finally landing on the office lady in a business suit standing by the wall, who was clutching her neck and coughing violently.

A simple, fitted white shirt paired with a high-waisted black skirt accentuated her slender and upright figure, which was about 1.7 meters tall, and her skin appeared as white and fair as jade even in the dim light.

Her gentle demeanor carried an unyielding dignity, and even in her disheveled state, the stubborn and unyielding brightness between her brows was still striking—she was an outstanding woman who was hard to look away from at first glance.

Behind her, Zhou Xiaomin and Zhang Jing, still shaken, were also rare beauties, but slightly less so in comparison.

At this moment, all three of them stared wide-eyed at the man who had descended like a god.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, and several seriously injured people were groaning softly.

Hao Yong clutched his bleeding right wrist, squinted his beady eyes, and stared intently at Lin Chen—he wasn't a member of the military, he had no shoulder insignia, and his inner lining wasn't a standard military uniform.

His mind raced, and he endured the excruciating pain as he tried to secretly gather his newly awakened, still somewhat unskilled, earth-based power.

"Brother...brother, why are you attacking us?" He feigned composure, striking first. "These women...they're infected! They're about to turn into zombies! We're eliminating the threat!"

Su Yun immediately looked up and shouted hoarsely, "Don't believe him! He's lying! He killed our people and is trying to force us! He's trying to silence us!"

"Brother Bing...we're not infected...they killed all these women!" Zhou Xiaomin and Zhang Jing hurriedly explained, their voices trembling with tears, pointing to the female corpses on the ground.

"Die!" Hao Yong's eyes flashed with ferocity. His long-accumulated superpower finally managed to gather in his left fist. A layer of earthy yellow light enveloped his fist, and with a whistling sound, he slammed it towards Lin Chen!

He was confident that this sudden attack would be enough to break bones and limbs of anyone who was caught off guard.

"Watch out!" Su Yun and the other two girls exclaimed in unison, their hearts leaping into their throats.

Lin Chen didn't even move his feet; he merely raised his wrist slightly, and the muzzle of the gun adjusted its angle at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, even more muffled than before.

Hao Yong's figure suddenly stopped halfway through his charge. A clear bullet hole appeared between his eyebrows, and the back of his head exploded violently, with red and white matter mixed with bone fragments splattering all over the faces of the terrified henchmen behind him.

The supernatural light he had gathered instantly dissipated, and his massive body crashed to the ground, ending his sinful and short life.

Upon seeing this, some of the other male waiters were terrified and turned to run towards the back door of the kitchen; others, however, became enraged and charged forward, yelling and grabbing kitchen knives and chairs to fight back.

However, they were met with only a dozen steady, precise gunshots, as if death itself were calling their names.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The gunfire ceased, and the restaurant returned to deathly silence, save for the increasingly frenzied crashing of the zombies outside and the heavy stench of blood in the air.

Su Yun swallowed unconsciously, her throat feeling dry.

Zhou Xiaomin and Zhang Jing were already huddled together in fear, their faces ashen—they hadn't expected Lin Chen to be so ruthless, and they certainly hadn't expected that a thug like Hao Yong, who possessed "superpowers," would be like a clay chicken or a clay dog ​​in front of him, utterly powerless to fight back.

From breaking down the door to killing all the thugs, his expression never changed. He was frighteningly calm, as if everything was under control and he had simply completed a routine cleaning task.

"Bang—crash!!!"

With a loud crash, the restaurant's heavily damaged glass door finally shattered under the pressure from both inside and outside!

Dozens of zombies, drawn by the strong smell of blood, surged in like a flood, their gray eyes fixed on the presence of the living.

Lin Chen didn't even turn around, he just turned slightly to the side, and the rifle in his hand fired again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The gunfire was continuous, its steady rhythm chilling.

Each bullet precisely pierced a zombie's eye socket or brow.

The zombies that rushed in were harvested as if by an invisible scythe, their heads exploding one after another and falling to the ground, splattering blood and filth. Not a single one could get within three meters of him.

A moment later, the roaring outside the door subsided. Only then did Li Ya cautiously lead Jiang Yingxue and the other girls into the restaurant.

Seeing the corpses scattered all over the ground, clearly human rather than zombies, and the three trembling, disheveled but undeniably beautiful women by the wall, Li Ya instantly understood most of it.

She quickly stepped forward, squatted down in front of Su Yun, and said in an extremely gentle voice, "It's alright now, you're safe, don't be afraid."

The fear and grievances of surviving the ordeal finally broke down the defenses that the three women had been holding up.

Su Yun slowly squatted down, buried her head in her knees, and her shoulders began to tremble slightly uncontrollably; Zhou Xiaomin and Zhang Jing hugged each other and cried out, tears mixed with dirt and blood on their faces, releasing immense fear and sorrow.