A few days later!
"How are they?"
Lam Pham bumped into Chu Duong as soon as he went out, concerned about the situation of the survivors in the prison. Reforming them was not a matter that could be resolved in one or two days.
"Brother Lam, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, but their wild nature is deeply rooted and very difficult to eradicate. A few days ago, the prisoners had a conflict. Cao Bac went in to stop it, but he didn't expect to fall into a trap and was ganged up on."
Chu Duong recounted what had happened that day. As he spoke, his expression became more and more resentful. Brother Lam gave them a chance to reform and start a new life, but who would have thought they would not cherish it so much? It was heartbreaking, truly heartbreaking.
"Then is he okay?"
Lam Pham frowned, not expecting this group of criminal survivors to be so vicious. Sure enough, once the ferocity of the apocalypse erupted, it would be very difficult to change. Giving them a chance to repent and start anew in prison, he didn't expect them to still think of doing wrong.
"He's fine. Cao Bac's ability is stronger than mine. He wasn't injured at all when they ambushed him, and the ambusher's leg was broken."
Chu Duong calmly stated the result.
Lam Pham nodded upon hearing this.
"Hey, accidents are a very common thing. They still need to be reformed slowly. Their thinking indeed cannot be changed in a short time."
A broken leg is a broken leg. When encountering any vicious ruffian, the first thing to do is to ensure one's own safety.
"Brother Lam, I believe that under my management, their thinking will definitely be changed."
Chu Duong felt that as the warden, he had to show his true abilities. If he couldn't even reform this group of people, how could he shoulder a heavier burden in the future?
This group of people's legs were broken, but breaking them didn't mean they couldn't do anything. All of this was brought upon themselves, so Chu Duong still arranged work for them.
A broken leg is not a broken arm.
You don't need legs to work, hands are enough.
"Keep it up."
Lam Pham smiled and encouraged Chu Duong, then left. He was now going to clean up the zombies outside Hoang City. This task was even more monotonous and boring than cleaning up the zombies in Hoang City.
But even so, even if it was boring, some things still had to be done.
He came to the side of the bridge. Soldiers were standing guard and patrolling in the sturdy fortress. They were just like in the barracks in the past, absolutely serious, their sharp eyes staring into the distance.
Under normal circumstances, if an ordinary zombie wandering on the bridge appeared, with their situation, it could be easily resolved.
"Are you guys okay?"
Lam Pham, passing by, greeted them.
"Mr. Lam, everything is normal for us."
The guarding soldiers smiled back. In the apocalypse, their bodies were full of enthusiasm, just like entering a battlefield. There was an impulse in their hearts, always feeling that they had a very heavy burden, which was to guard this place and absolutely not let any zombie cross this line of defense.
"That's good. The surrounding zombies have been almost cleaned up by me. Occasionally, there will be wandering zombies passing by here. If you find evolved zombies, call me first."
Lam Pham instructed, fearing carelessness. Among the evolved zombies now, the strength, speed, and other white crystal zombies seemed very easy to deal with, but in reality, they were still existences that many survivors outside found difficult to resist.
Just like the survivors he had brought back from the **easy place, some of them were Awakened ones, but in terms of obtaining crystals, the highest was only a black crystal.
"Understood."
The soldiers guarding this side were always on two shifts, one shift during the day and another shift at night, monitoring the entire city.
Lam Pham found that floodlights were connected to both sides of the bridge. At night, when the floodlights were turned on, they could illuminate the entire bridge deck clearly. Anything wanting to sneak across the bridge deck was basically impossible.
Outskirts.
He came to the place where he had previously stored the Screamer-type zombie, wanting to lead the Screamer-type zombie to continue attracting zombies, and then he would hunt and kill the zombies. It was just that when he arrived at the location of the Screamer-type zombie, he found that there was no longer a zombie figure there.
Only a pool of blood was spilled on the ground.
The blood had already congealed.
Clearly, some time had passed.
He looked around, thinking about who killed his Screamer-type zombie. It probably wasn't a human. Humans couldn't possibly have taken the corpse away. It was possible that there was some kind of zombie that had gnawed away the controlled Screamer-type zombie.
As if thinking of something, he walked forward.
"Hey, are there any zombies?"
He raised his voice and shouted. In this dangerous wilderness, walking alone on the road, raising his voice to shout, attracting the attention of zombies.
Regarding this, among the living, perhaps only Lam Pham would have such an idea.
"Meow meow..."
"Meow meow..."
Responses came one after another.
The number of wandering zombies outside was not small.
"Here."
A not-so-small number of zombies appeared in front. This group of zombies looked very ferocious, their mouths full of bloodstains, and viscous liquid flowed down the corners of their mouths.
He had long since become accustomed to the appearance of this group of zombies.
It was just that ordinary people would have terrifying thoughts when they saw the appearance of these zombies.
Just as he was preparing to act.
Biu!
Biu!
Silent Spirit Bullets erupted. The heads of the zombies gathered together instantly exploded. One Spirit Bullet could penetrate more than n zombies.
Without even looking, he knew who was shooting.
Looking in the direction of the gunshot, a steel beast was running at high speed. Ye Qian's upper body was extended out of the car window, holding a sniper rifle and aiming to shoot.
Soon, the car drove up.
"Brother Lam..."
Zhu Cheng greeted with a fawning smile.
Lam Pham smiled. Since Lao Zhong and the others' abilities had risen to the fourth stage and were breaking through to the fifth stage, they could freely leave Hoang City, go into the wild, and start cleaning up zombies.
Looking at Ye Qian's technique, it was becoming more and more domineering. The penetrating power of the Spirit Bullets was stronger. As long as the zombies were piled up, one shot could penetrate many zombies.
"Hello, you guys."
Lam Pham greeted.
Lao Zhong got out of the car and quickly cleaned up the scattered zombies. Casually waving the shield in his hand, he could smash zombies into a pulp. That shockwave was truly fierce.
"Brother Lam, good."
"Brother Lam, good."
They also smiled. Since being brought back to Sunshine Shelter by Lam Pham, their spirits had undergone an earth-shattering change. Recalling their previous situation, it was really bad. Being able to survive was a problem, unlike now, where they had become the main players in cleaning up zombies.
"Have you encountered anything difficult?" Lam Pham asked.
"No, when we came, we encountered a Tyrant, leading a small group of zombies swaggering around over there. It was directly headshot by my sister's one shot. Its head was instantly separated from its body. As for those small zombies, they were easily resolved."
Zhu Cheng's face was beaming. He pulled out the straight saber from behind his back, saw the bloodstains on the straight saber, and wiped them off with disgust, "Strange, I remember cleaning it just now."
He was very excited now. Before, he would just watch them hunt zombies with his shifty eyes, staring blankly. This feeling made people not know what to do.
But since putting on the battle armor, he didn't dare to say much else, but hunting small ordinary zombies was no problem.
One slash, one good boy.
"You also took action."
Lam Pham was very surprised. Zhu Cheng's body was a bit fat. It was very difficult to wear the battle armor before; he needed to press down on his flesh. But later, as his abilities improved, perhaps it was really a physical change. His muscles were much fuller, much better than before, and he could also wear the battle armor.
Zhu Cheng said, "Of course, I'm not willing to become someone who only observes zombies with my eyes. I also want to use the straight saber in my hand to let the zombies know my power."
Lao Zhong on the side said, "He's very excited, wanting to fight with zombies. But he's still a bit weak. He insisted on challenging a strength-type zombie. His combat experience is too little, and his strength is not enough. He was beaten dizzy by the strength-type zombie."
Yesterday, they encountered a strength-type zombie. Zhu Cheng insisted on challenging it. Wearing battle armor, his safety was naturally not a problem. Lao Zhong just watched from the side. Who would have thought that his one slash would hit the strength-type zombie's shoulder, and the strength-type zombie would directly punch his chest, sending him flying.