Before they even left the main road, a pickup truck and a commercial van appeared in the rearview mirror.
Song Jinhe’s expression turned serious. She suddenly yanked the steering wheel hard, stepped on the accelerator, and drove straight toward them.
“Fuck, are they insane?! The people in that car have lost their minds!”
The driver of the pickup shouted. There was no time to turn away; he could only watch helplessly as the car slammed in from the side.
Song Jinhe estimated the timing and braked, but the violent impact still threw her forward, her head hitting the steering wheel.
After steadying herself, she shifted into reverse and backed up to create distance, pulled out a Molotov cocktail, lit it, and threw it onto their engine hood.
Cheng Yan ahead also reversed back. Before the commercial van could advance, Peng Zhixue climbed out through the sunroof and threw another Molotov cocktail.
The people in the pickup were completely stunned, shouting and cursing in chaos. Before they could even reverse, Song Jinhe rammed into them again.
“Fuck, how many Molotov cocktails do they even have?! That backpack should’ve been empty by now!”
“Back up! Back up! The engine’s on fire!”
The driver roared, “I am backing up! Can’t you see that crazy woman blocking us like she’s burned her brain out from a fever?!”
In the commercial van, Brother Scar watched their desperate resistance and gritted his teeth so hard it felt like they might break.
“These bastards are tough as hell. They actually dare to turn back.”
Just what kind of bizarre ability had that woman awakened? It was as if her supply of Molotov cocktails was endless.
Gunfire and zombie roars rang out at the same time. Song Jinhe glanced at the bullet holes in her car, swung a crowbar to smash the pickup’s window, and quickly climbed back into her own vehicle.
As she started the engine, she threw another bottle into the enemy’s car.
“Aaahhh!!!”
People inside the pickup scrambled in panic, flinging the doors open to escape, only to be swallowed instantly by the surging horde of zombies.
In less than a minute, hundreds upon thousands of zombies gathered from all directions. The scene was both terrifying and overwhelming.
They clogged the intersection completely; not even a motorcycle, let alone a car, could get through.
Song Jinhe could already barely see Cheng Yan’s car ahead. She honked to signal him to drive forward first.
The sound of zombies slamming against the car came from all sides. Turning her head, Song Jinhe saw a zombie’s enlarged, pressed-up face against the rear windshield.
Next to her, someone was actually holding a brick, trying to smash the car window.
Song Jinhe rammed the zombies aside, planning to drive to a slightly more open area. The spare tire already had poor stability, and there were obstacles underneath the car, making it impossible to move forward.
After two attempts, she had no choice but to get out and clear away the two zombies with broken legs lying on the ground before moving the debris.
At that moment, the opponent’s commercial van drove up.
Song Jinhe was already fully locked in combat mode. She took out two specially upgraded Molotov cocktails she had prepared and threw them all at once.
Even more violent flames erupted. Scalding fragments scattered in all directions, cracking the windshield with spiderweb fractures. The zombies, drawn by the light, surged toward it, and Brother Scar’s bullets finally ran out.
Song Jinhe saw the blood-covered Xiang Xu walking toward her. She turned back, grabbed a crowbar from the car, and raised it to block.
“You really are something. You pushed us this far. We even gave you a chance to join us, and you still insist on courting death.”
The enraged Xiang Xu knocked the crowbar out of her hand and slashed her right arm.
But what he didn’t know was that Song Jinhe could pull weapons from her space at any time, the crowbar had only been a decoy.
The moment he raised his blade to finish her off, Song Jinhe’s lips curved slightly. She stepped forward on her own, and a kitchen knife appeared out of thin air in her hand, stabbing straight into his body.
To make sure he didn’t survive, she stabbed him several more times.
“You… you…” Xiang Xu coughed up blood, staring in disbelief at Song Jinhe’s blood-splattered face as his machete clattered to the ground.
“I was just waiting for you to come to me,” Song Jinhe said slowly. “Otherwise, how was I supposed to kill you?”
Knowing she couldn’t win head-on, she wouldn’t be that stupid.
Xiang Xu collapsed with wide eyes. Suddenly, Song Jinhe felt a sharp gust of wind brush past her cheek.
Cold, foul-smelling liquid splattered outward, droplets landing on her shoulder and face.
She turned her head. Less than a step away, the fallen zombie’s head had exploded, and black brain matter was scattered on the ground.
She grabbed the crowbar and used both hands to fight off the incoming zombies. A whoosh sounded, another zombie to her side was shot down.
Half its skull was shattered. That level of destructive power… a sniper rifle.
Unlike pistols, which are light and easy to use, sniper rifles require professional training.
A chill ran down Song Jinhe’s back. The feeling of being seen by an unknown enemy who could kill her at any moment, while she had no idea where they were, was extremely dangerous.
Although she knew they weren’t Brother Scar’s people, bullets were flying past her, and she was still afraid someone might misfire and blow her head off.
And there was also what just happened, when a kitchen knife suddenly appeared in her hand. Had the other party seen that too?
She had to get out of here as quickly as possible.
Song Jinhe quickened her pace, jogging over to help set fire to Brother Scar’s group who were still fighting the zombies, then turned back to pick up Xiang Xu’s knife and threw it into the car.
At that moment, on a distant rooftop.
Under the dim sky, faint shafts of light filtered through gaps in the clouds, and a cool breeze brushed across the black muzzle of a rifle.
The hands holding the gun were exceptionally well-proportioned and long-fingered, neither fragile nor weak, carrying just the right balance of strength and composure.
He pulled the trigger unhurriedly. A swollen zombie dropped instantly. Because the distance was too close, fragments of its shattered brain splattered onto the figure seen through the scope.
After a brief moment of surprise, she struggled to pick up her crowbar.
She was injured, her body already so weak, yet she still ran over and threw a Molotov cocktail.
The moment he arrived, he saw her killing people.
An ability user?
Jiang Shian’s gaze darkened slightly. Then he shifted the muzzle toward the burning commercial van.
Bang!
Just as Song Jinhe started the car, chunks of zombie limbs slammed onto her vehicle. A charred, blood-dripping head with half its skull missing rolled from the roof onto the windshield, staring at her even in death.
“……???”
Silence fell over the zombies.
She had gotten into the car intending to ram straight through and kill Brother Scar. He was too hard to deal with, despite severe burns, he could still fight his way out through a horde of zombies.
She didn’t expect the commercial van to suddenly explode. Brother Scar and the zombies were blown away together, completely obliterated.
Song Jinhe had been fully focused on figuring out the angle to ram through and hadn’t seen what happened to the van. Under normal circumstances, it should have burned for a while longer before exploding.
But the result was good, she didn’t have to waste any more effort.
Brother Scar’s pistol had been damaged in the explosion just now. Song Jinhe sighed inwardly and tossed it into her space.
She finally managed to pick up a gun, and it turned out to be broken.
The original road was no longer passable, and she had no idea where Cheng Yan and the others were. All she could hope was that they wouldn’t come back looking for her.
Another group would arrive soon. For safety, she had to take a longer detour.
Her hand injury hadn’t been treated in time. Every turn of the steering wheel brought a tearing pain; blood had already soaked through her sleeve. She drove with a grim face, hissing in pain.