Global Game: I Have Portable Store-Chapter 282 - 281: Lightning in the Dark Night

Zhong Jueqing’s hair floated in strands of white in the night sky, like it was in water, buoyant, and it was silvery white, born from black exhaustion.

He gazed and said, "I believe······ I’ve worked in the Security Bureau for over a decade, I’m good at judging people······ you’re telling the truth, right."

Su Changxing suddenly felt a strange feeling, the other indeed seemed to trust him greatly, a profound trust.

Could this be charisma?

Rationally, he thought that this person from the Security Bureau wouldn’t genuinely trust him. In such an environment, trust between people was very thin, like the thin ice on early winter water, ready to break at any moment.

Su Changxing pulled Tao Yira back to his side, saying, "These Hunters seem to be fighting among themselves. What’s the Security Bureau planning?"

"Infighting?"

Zhong Jueqing nodded, looking at the zombies continuously dying on the side, as if a figure was continually swinging blades there, harvesting zombies, and said in a deep voice:

"These Hunters can control the direction of the undead tide, which means they can guide it to attack our settlements. We must be proactive······ It’s best if we can eliminate this Hunter who can guide the zombies beforehand."

"The threat of him alone is equivalent to hundreds of Hunters."

Indeed, that was the case.

These Hunters are the native Extraordinaries of this world, their abilities highly compatible with the Zombie World.

This ability to mobilize zombies, in a place with countless zombies, would be magnified to an unlimited extent.

Su Changxing looked at this sea of corpses, thought for a moment, and said, "It’s difficult; just crossing this sea of corpses is hard······"

Suddenly.

The undead tide began to move, as if it sensed Su Changxing and Tao Yira’s presence, and started to surround their position.

The roars echoed in their ears.

Su Changxing acted immediately, retreating, knowing that getting trapped would be a huge problem. Looking back, he found that Zhong Jueqing was still standing there, facing the undead tide directly.

What did he intend to do?

Su Changxing realized that this person from the Security Bureau intended to do something significant, and shouted, "Go, there’s no need."

In an instant.

Sporadic lightning flashed around him, remarkably dazzling in the dark night, further stimulating the zombies pouring in.

"These zombies still need to be cleared a bit, as they need these zombies, we cannot allow it."

Zhong Jueqing removed his sunglasses, his eyes shone with deep blue light, his coat fluttered in the air, and the stones on the ground trembled alongside.

He untied the bag on his shoulder, and the long parcel on his back slid down, revealing six handleless blades inside.

The blades vibrated, rotating around him and spinning, carrying lightning, the speed increasing, forming afterimages, becoming a silver disc.

A speed-type Extraordinary Zombie dashed out of the undead tide at an extremely high speed, charging towards him. The silver light flashed, and it was swiftly cut in two by the disc.

An incredibly terrifying attack ability.

The disc rotated around Zhong Jueqing, cutting off the undead tide.

Zombies fell batch after batch, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds had died, all sliced into two parts. Some weren’t dead yet, struggling on the ground but had lost their ability to move.

Su Changxing paused a little distance away, seven or eight Evil Spirits appeared behind him. After a brief thought, he followed behind Zhong Jueqing with the Spirits, sharing some of the burden.

Zhong Jueqing’s ability was too suited for reaping the undead tide, seemingly a force field-like thing covering him, guiding those blades to spin.

As time passed, the strands of lightning wrapped around Zhong Jueqing increased, he was bathed in thunder light, moving forward step by step, crossing this sea of corpses.

However, Su Changxing watched with some trepidation, slashing zombies, and shouted, "How long can you keep it up, don’t stop, once you stop, we’re both done for."

At this moment, the sea of corpses had formed a large circle encircling them. However, as Zhong Jueqing continuously harvested a large area of zombies, they appeared relaxed.

"I don’t know."

Zhong Jueqing shouted loudly.

Su Changxing was taken aback, feeling he might have been tricked, thinking this person would be reliable, didn’t expect him to be reckless.

Not knowing?

What does not knowing mean?

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"Who is it!"

Teng Beng suddenly opened his eyes, full of sharpness.

An alarmingly powerful person had intruded into the sea of corpses, and was harvesting zombies extensively.

Everything was in chaos.

This was entirely beyond his expectations.

A short zombie opened its eyes, revealing a human-like expression, hidden among the undead tide, looking at the distant thunder light.

In a daze.

Teng Beng saw Su Changxing’s figure: "Is it you again?"

It’s this kid again.

He’s everywhere, it seems.

He hadn’t expected Su Changxing to appear here, far from the hospital. Unless traveling purposefully, Su Changxing couldn’t appear here.

Teng Beng, sweating heavily, passionately shouted, "It’s too late, kill!"

The ruins behind the high wall trembled continuously, then a slender hand emerged from the winding steel bars, nails sharp, long, scraping rust.

The undead tide pouring into the ruins suddenly stopped, stalled in place, eyes flickering with red, struggling, as if hesitating.

Hundreds of hunters in leather armor crossed the undead tide, charging towards the ruins, at the same time, other hunters emerged from the ruins, but in far fewer numbers.

This was a war, about resistance, to break shackles, to find other possibilities.

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"Ka ka ka~"

A blade shattered in the collision while flying, the damage range became larger.

"That’s really exaggerated."

Su Changxing couldn’t help but marvel.

It had been half an hour, these zombies kept coming forward, several times breaking through the blade’s barrier, reaching Zhong Jueqing’s front.

He noticed the number one on the kill leaderboard "Feng Hua Mao" was increasing at an alarming speed, the total kill count nearing twenty thousand.

So Zhong Jueqing is "Feng Hua Mao", "Feng Hua Mao" is Zhong Jueqing.

What a coincidence, he and Zhong Jueqing had previously communicated on the forum, no wonder there was a familiar feeling in the conversation.

But by this time, the sea of corpses had also dispersed, no longer a whole, but just patches of undead tide.

They scattered in all directions, relying on instinct to attack.

Su Changxing could clearly feel that the pressure had dropped significantly, at least the danger level for him had fallen to the minimum, he didn’t even need to take action personally, Tao Yi and the Evil Spirits could handle these zombies.

It must be said, "Pastoral Spirit" is in some sense a divine skill, just this one ability was enough to make Su Changxing count as a Tier Eight Extraordinary.

But actually, it could only be considered an ability derived from his, stolen.

The Deceiver itself didn’t significantly enhance him, only vastly strengthened his Spiritual Power, which indirectly magnified the effect of "Pastoral Spirit."

The blades flying around Zhong Jueqing had all broken in the continuous collisions, from seven pieces turning into dozens, yet they hadn’t stopped.

The thunder light dimmed, flickering like an aging, extinguishing lamp.

That day, Su Changxing saw with his own eyes, a hat-wearing man with a mortal body scattered the sea of corpses and slaughtered thousands of zombies.

In this corner, lightning dispelled the darkness.