The woman was very beautiful. She had the unique sweetness of a Sichuan girl. She was as pure as an angel, as if she had never been tainted by the secular world or the apocalypse. Her eyes were as clear as spring water. Seeing those eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heartbeat sped up.
This woman's beauty was relative. She was far from Zhuo Mingyue's ethereal beauty, nor could she be compared to Mu Peipei's cold beauty. Shanghai Qiaoyun and Yuan Yi were both better than her. However, she gave off a weak and pitiful feeling. She was like an abandoned lamb, standing on a hillside and staring helplessly at the grassland in the distance.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart flashed. He understood his position in the apocalypse. God had given him the ability and luck. What he needed to do was not only to take care of himself, but also to use everything he had to shoulder his responsibilities. The most influential figures in history were not born to rule the world. They had to walk step by step. Some fell, some laughed until the end. Their endings were different, but they all became a part of history, integrated with the Chinese civilization, and were finally imprinted in the minds of the later generations.
Zhang Xiaoqiang had never thought that he could really become any kind of person. However, at this moment, he understood that history was created this way. Some people were talented but incompetent. They might be the richest in the world, or they might become a big figure that could shake the world, but they only lived in the present. They only saw what was in front of them and lost the opportunity to leave their name in history. They also lost the opportunity to integrate themselves into China. No matter how great their achievements were, they would eventually be forgotten by others.
Some people were talented but capable. They dared to shoulder their own responsibility, to shoulder the responsibility of a nation. They set goals for themselves. No matter what their endings were, everything they did would always be remembered by history. Even if they had to bear eternal infamy, they still contributed to China. Cao Cao, Ran Min, Yue Fei, and Zhu Yuanzhang were all like this.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked deeply at the woman who was standing in the distant skyscraper. He turned around and left.
The zombies behind him were still as quiet as before. Zhang Xiaoqiang only needed to use the Rat King Blade to easily deal with them. However, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not intend to do so. His goal was Gus. He would not delay himself for a woman. If countless people were to die for a woman, Zhang Xiaoqiang would not do so.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's back was also seen by the woman in the skyscraper. The moment he turned around, the woman's eyes flashed a hint of surprise. She knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang had seen her. Although Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was blocked by the helmet, she knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang had definitely seen her appearance through the complex electronic eyes. However, when Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around, she was depressed. Had she become ugly?
Zhang Xiaoqiang walked along the path he came from. He did not know why, but the woman's appearance was still lingering in his mind. More than once, he wanted to turn around and take another look. However, he used his willpower to stop himself from turning around. The biggest reason he did not think of saving her was not because of the so-called goal, but because he could clearly see every detail of the woman's body through the helmet's optical system.
The woman did not have any makeup on. Her skin was rosy and tender. Her cheeks had a natural pink color. Her skin was better than most women's before the apocalypse. The woman's fine black hair danced in the wind. Every strand of hair was glossy and translucent. If it was before the apocalypse, it could be used as a shampoo advertisement.
Also, the woman's red dress did not have any damage on it. It was like silk that had just been cut. Not to mention stains, there was not even a wrinkle. It was really too perfect. The woman did not look like a survivor of the apocalypse. Instead, she looked like a model in a commercial. Everything was suspicious.
Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoqiang had passed the age of curiosity. At the same time, he had also reached the stage where he was immune to beauty. Everything was dangerous. He was not an omnipotent god. This world was dangerous enough. There were many creatures that were stronger than him. If he was in the grassland army, he might not have felt it. However, after he came out from that place, no matter if it was the mutated tiger in the forest, or Zhuo Mingyue or Gus, he would not be able to deal with them. This made him regain the vigilance that had disappeared for a long time from his arrogance.
When he was walking back, Zhang Xiaoqiang found that something was wrong. The previously empty street had zombies appearing one after another. The zombies were wandering in groups of three to five. It looked very normal, but after he used the personal terminal in his helmet to summarize the places where the zombies appeared, they formed a loose semicircle.
Immediately, the personal terminal gave a warning signal to Zhang Xiaoqiang. It automatically provided Zhang Xiaoqiang with an escape route. Zhang Xiaoqiang could see that this route would lead him back to the place where he saw the woman. Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that this place had become strange. More and more zombies were flooding the streets.
Zhang Xiaoqiang carried the heavy machine gun on his back. He held the MP7 in one hand and the Rat King Blade in the other. He carefully avoided the groups of zombies and moved towards the outside of the city. The zombies seemed to be attracted by Zhang Xiaoqiang's magnetic field. Groups of zombies slowly surrounded Zhang Xiaoqiang. The routes that Zhang Xiaoqiang could choose and detour space were getting less and less. Until he was unintentionally surrounded by zombies and died.
Thousands of zombies formed a spectacular corpse flow that filled the entire street. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked back and forth. He turned around and climbed the rusty street lamp on the side of the road. The lamppost of the street lamp was made of polymer material, so it was not corroded by the rain. Only the lampcover of the street lamp was rusted to the point that only a thin layer of iron was left.
Zhang Xiaoqiang climbed up the street lamp. Every inch of space was filled with zombies. Countless zombies crowded below Zhang Xiaoqiang. They looked up and opened their mouths full of sharp teeth, as if they were waiting for Zhang Xiaoqiang to fall into their mouths.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's mental fortitude was enough for him to deal with this kind of situation. Normally, killing the zombies below was not difficult for Zhang Xiaoqiang. However, he did not want to do so. The corpses of the zombies were always a big problem. If he let the zombies continue to evolve, who knows how many type 2 zombies would be born?
Zhang Xiaoqiang squatted at the top of the street lamp. He suddenly jumped over the heads of the countless zombies and crashed into the building on the side of the road. Just as he was about to crash into the building, the two Rat King Blades pierced into the cement floor without any difficulty.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was like a huge gecko. Both of his legs were glued to the wall. His military shoes, which were made from airplane tires, had strong adhesion, allowing him to easily step on the smooth cement floor. He then used the Rat King Blades as a fulcrum and climbed up step by step. Just as he was about to reach the top of the five-story building, a shadow covered him. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the S2 zombie that was pouncing towards him. Both of his legs stepped on the wall and suddenly jumped. His whole body jumped horizontally for 4-5 meters, and like before, he was nailed to the wall, avoiding the S2 zombie that was pouncing towards him. Then he continued to climb up.
The sound of zombies falling came from below. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not have any interest to look at it. He quickly climbed up and stood on top of the building. He saw many more roofs. The distance between each building was different. There were all kinds of things on the roofs. Water tanks, dead grapevines, leafless fruit trees, and even coffee tables and chairs. Of course, there were also zombies.
Zhang Xiaoqiang fastened the gun on his back with a leather buckle. He took a few steps back and started to run. He ran to the edge of the rooftop and jumped. He stepped on the guardrail and increased his speed again. His whole body flew over 10 meters of space and the crowded zombies below. He landed on the rooftop of the opposite building. Both of his feet landed heavily on the ground. The ground under his feet cracked to offset the impact. He then started running again and jumped like before.
If it was a year ago, Zhang Xiaoqiang would never have thought that he would be able to do this. He would be able to run between buildings as if they were flat ground. Even if he encountered a very high floor, it did not matter. The Rat King Blades pierced through the wall as if it was tofu. In just a few steps, he was able to reach the rooftop. Zhang Xiaoqiang who was jumping on the rooftop seemed to have transformed into an incarnation of a killing machine. He flew above the city, getting faster and faster. The zombies behind him had long since been left far behind. In the midst of jumping, Zhang Xiaoqiang's accumulated gloominess suddenly dissipated. He could not help but let out a loud shout. In the silent city, his shout spread far and wide, finally causing the entire city's D2's to roar in response.