The farce finally came to an end. The Russians had yet to leave. More than 30 Russian men and more than 10 Americans in tattered clothes were escorted by Zhang Xiao Qiang to the smoking American camp. When Zhang Xiao Qiang and the rest walked out of the camp, the Japanese sealed all the exits and stayed in the camp to await their unknown fate. Zhang Xiao Qiang, on the other hand, bore the heavy burden of making contact with the Russians.
An accident had involved the zombies, the Axe Mountain camp, and the three foreign powers. In the end, no one got any benefits. Zhang Xiaoqiang was now armed to the teeth. He held a sniper rifle that was as long as a Zhanmadao in his hands. The 14.5 caliber sniper rifle was quite heavy, and it was specially made for evolvers. Insignificant materials and parts were discarded to maximize the gun's attack power and initial speed. However, accuracy and recoil were neglected. Only shooter-type evolvers could hit their targets with such a crude gun. If it was an ordinary person, the recoil would break their ribs, and even if they were born with supernatural strength, they would not be able to shoot forward. The probability of the bullet flying in the air seemed to be higher.
Ever since he obtained the Rat King Blade, Zhang Xiaoqiang had neglected the use of a gun. Every time he fought, he would fight in close quarters. Because of this, he had been in danger many times. So when he lost the Rat King Blade, he picked up the gun again. Under the muzzle of his gun, the American evolvers and the Russians were glaring at each other, while the British behind him were gnashing their teeth at the Americans. There was no doubt that their temporary team was full of contradictions.
"Sir, Ono has gone too far. How can you just let him go like this?
You were the one who killed Axe Mountain, so you should have the final say in the Pusan camp. They will regret kicking you out … "Naoto Miyamoto was the only Japanese who voluntarily followed Zhang Xiaoqiang out. If not for Zhang Xiaoqiang, God knows how many people would have died last night. He did not know what would have happened to the others, but as an ordinary person, he would definitely have died. Even though he had only been in contact with Zhang Xiaoqiang yesterday, he was still very grateful to him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not agree with Miyamoto's complaints. He just looked at the two light helicopters in the sky. After the apocalypse, all helicopters tried their best to reduce the noise, and these two helicopters were no exception. They were hovering in the sky like ghosts. Just as he was looking at the sky, Jima spoke. At this time, Naoto Miyamoto became the English translator, and his fluent American English was even more fluent than Chinese.
"Sir, we do not want to stay with the Americans. My companion wanted to kill them for revenge, but I stopped him. I believe you do not want to see us take revenge on each other. Thank you for your care, but we have to go back …" Jima did not hide his hatred for the Americans. More than 200 evolvers had been brutally killed by the Americans after surrendering, and they could not accept it. Naturally, they wanted to leave.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the haggard British girl in front of him and felt a headache coming on. He wanted to ask her to stay, but he did not know what to say. Suddenly, he remembered that Y'lisabet was detained in the Okamoto camp, so he said to Jima, "You have lost a lot of planes, and the Russians have control over the air. You will not be able to get any air support, right?"
While the girl was hesitating, he continued, "You still have companions in my camp, and there are zombies everywhere in the forest. It will be very dangerous for you to travel alone. You have lost so many companions, and I don't think you want anything to happen to the remaining people, right?
Why don't you come with me, at least I can protect you for the time being … "
When Jima heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's words, he hesitated. Zhang Xiaoqiang wanted to strike while the iron was hot, but an American evolver walked over from behind. The evolver was about 20 years old, with black eyes and black hair. He had a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets. His handsome appearance made people feel good about him. The first thing he saw was Jima's hateful glare. Facing Jima's anger, he was calm and even smiled politely. He then introduced himself to Zhang Xiaoqiang, "Thank you for saving us from the Japanese. My name is Li Yuehan, and I am a quarter Chinese. I believe we will have a lot of common ground …" Li Yuehan spoke Chinese with a slight accent. It was a little weird, but Zhang Xiaoqiang could understand him. Li Yuehan's Chinese made Miyamoto very disdainful, but he was not stupid enough to correct Li Yuehan's pronunciation. He just looked at the wild Russians who were chained up.
"I am very sorry about the death of the British evolver. We, the low-level evolvers, do not agree with such barbaric and inhumane methods. Unfortunately, the decision is not in our hands. I can promise you that none of the Americans here have British blood on their hands. If you don't believe me, we can wait for your psychic detective to interrogate us. With the psychic ability, we will have nowhere to hide …" Li Yuehan then explained to Jima. Naoto Miyamoto knew that Li Yuehan could speak Chinese, so he did not dare to tamper with Li Yuehan's words. He only changed his tone slightly. As Li Yuehan explained to Jima, he turned to look at Miyamoto. There was a meaningful smile in his black eyes, but he did not report to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Instead, he looked at Jima calmly.
Jima bit his lips and glared at the handsome Li Yuehan. His chest rose and fell rapidly, but in the end, he did not bother Li Yuehan. He turned his head and ignored him. After Li Yuehan dealt with Jima's resentful gaze, he returned to the previous topic and said sincerely, "My father's family is Chinese, so I guess I can be considered a Chinese as well. China and America are not enemies, and there is no conflict of interest between us. With this premise, we are not enemies. As long as you agree, my companions and I will temporarily follow your orders until you reach an agreement with Dr. Flender to allow us to return …"
The Americans were different from normal evolvers. They relied too much on their equipment. Now that they were beggars, they were even worse than normal evolvers. Otherwise, they wouldn't have behaved so well in front of the British. Zhang Xiao Qiang nodded at Li Yuehan and said, "As long as you guys behave, I can guarantee your safety. Wait until I take care of the Russians, then we can talk about the future. Right now, you better deal with the British. I don't care what you do, but you have to get rid of their anger. Otherwise … Otherwise, you guys will be under the British's control in the future …" Zhang Xiao Qiang nodded at Li Yuehan and said, "As long as you guys are obedient, I can guarantee your safety. After I take care of the Russians, we can talk about the future.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's words made Li Yuehan worried. Zhang Xiaoqiang was not happy with what the Americans had done. Putting aside the fact that the British had fought alongside him, they were considered half comrades, and the fact that the Americans had already surrendered, the Americans had still killed them. This was clearly a violation of his bottom line. He had faced many opponents, but he had never slaughtered them without any reason.
After Zhang Xiaoqiang temporarily appeased the Americans and the British, he came to the thirty or so men with blood-red eyes. These men were as wild and strong as ever. When they saw Zhang Xiaoqiang coming over, they all struggled and shook. The chains that were tied to their bodies clanked. If they were not firmly tied, they might have swarmed up and torn Zhang Xiaoqiang apart. However, not everyone was so barbaric. There was a Russian man with a beard hiding in the middle of the men. His beard made him look like a gorilla, but he was the shortest among the Russians. Even though he was trying to hide, he could not hide from Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes.
Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored the men who swarmed up and wanted to bite him to death. He raised his fist and smashed it at the guy closest to him. Each of these men was more than two meters tall, and their muscles were as strong as rocks. The blue veins on their muscles were like relief sculptures. However, under Zhang Xiaoqiang's fist, these strong guys were like cloth bags filled with cotton, scattering in all directions with a muffled groan.
None of them were able to withstand Zhang Xiao Qiang's second punch, and these fellows, who weighed at least 300kg, were sent flying like paper. Many of the burly men curled up in pain when they hit the ground, sucking in a breath of cold air. These fellows whose sense of pain had degenerated to the extreme, and even if their limbs were broken, they might not even cry out in pain. Yet, they could not withstand a single punch from Zhang Xiao Qiang, causing the bearded man to turn pale.
One by one, the men flew past the bearded man and fell to the ground in pain. The bearded man, who was hiding in the middle of the men, was slowly exposed to Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes. Even if he dodged left and right, he could not hide from Zhang Xiaoqiang's meaningful gaze. After all the men fell to the ground and could not move, the bearded man suddenly stood up straight and shouted to Zhang Xiaoqiang, "The third squad leader of the Golden Left Banner, Darhachi, reporting to Zhang Xiaoqiang …"