Chapter 247 – Professor, Please Don’t Raise Zombies (37)
The Beixuan Base is one of the four major bases, but due to its development in recent years, it can also be said to be the most prosperous of the four.
They scour the area for talent, offering generous rewards for mission locations that other bases haven’t even thought of, quickly building up their strength, and firmly securing a corner in the human camp during the apocalypse.
Yan Che, with Yan Luo onboard, drove to the outermost layer of the Northern Xuan Base. The base had two layers of protective barriers, with regular patrols outside to clear away any nearby zombies to prevent too many from gathering and posing a threat to the security of the barriers.
Vehicles belonging to outsiders could not enter, to prevent anyone from sneaking in anything dangerous. Yan Che parked the car at the outermost protective barrier and got out with Yan Luo.
This was the first line of defense, mainly checking whether incoming individuals had obvious wounds.
At that moment, someone tried to sneak through, but they were unceremoniously pushed out. Despite their cries, the patrol took them away from the vicinity of the Northern Xuan Base.
Their desperate screams echoed far, but no one was moved.
This is the apocalypse—any small mistake could mean not just your own death, but also the death of others.
The Northern Xuan Base had done enough in terms of humanity. At least they only removed people from the area, while other bases might have chosen to kill those who could potentially turn into zombies for their own safety.
However, whether throwing these people out of the Beixuan Base’s range was a form of mercy or another kind of cruelty was something no one had considered.
Yan Che held Yan Luo’s hand, avoiding the long line of inspection and heading towards a less crowded area in the distance.
Their clean clothes were indeed eye-catching here, and as soon as they got out of the car, they attracted a lot of attention, especially Yan Luo’s beautiful face, which drew many lecherous glances.
In the apocalypse, everything outside was in a state of chaos—power, women, status, wealth—if you had the ability, you could take it.
But when they saw the direction the two were heading, the others quickly looked away, feeling wary.
That was the special entrance for ability users. In the apocalypse, aside from the dangerous zombies, the most untouchable individuals were the ability users.
Ability users could easily take their lives.
Sitting at the ability user entrance were two young people in white uniforms. They hadn’t had any visitors for a long time. One of them sat lazily, spinning a pen, while the other leaned against the nearby railing, gazing at the infected ordinary person who had been thrown out of the base and was surrounded and eaten by zombies. A cruel smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.
When they turned their heads, they saw Yan Che and Yan Luo walking toward them.
Seeing their attire, the two exchanged a glance, a spark of recognition in their eyes.
They must be higher-level ability users.
Taking out two forms, the one holding a pen twirled it a couple of times, thinking that the zombie level around the base wasn’t high and there weren’t many. It wasn’t uncommon for ability users to appear here without appearing disheveled, so they grew somewhat indifferent.
As the two approached, the one holding the form didn’t even look up and said slowly, “Ability users?”
This attitude made Yan Che slightly curl his lips. Noticing the shift in his aura, Yan Luo blinked, giving a look as if saying, ‘Do pray you’ll be safe, sirs.’