WMSR — QT Chapter 143
WMSR – QT Chapter 143
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Chapter 143: The Senior of the Apocalypse
She wanted revenge—she wanted to exact retribution against Xiao Yi!
Yet Xiao Yi was not even inside the base right now.
And she would be dead in a mere hour or two.
Just as Qi Yuanyuan writhed in agonizing torment, a specific silhouette flashed across her consciousness. The instant that figure surfaced, Qi Yuanyuan's eyes blazed with a terrifying, blinding brilliance.
Indeed, failing to locate Xiao Yi, she could target the person Xiao Yi cherished above all else.
Since Xiao Yi had driven her to this state, she would drag Xiao Yi's most treasured individual down into the grave with her.
Her life had already been shattered beyond repair; thus, the person Xiao Yi yearned to possess most in this lifetime would never, ever be allowed to attain happiness!
Qi Yuanyuan lifted her head, her once-gorgeous eyes gleaming with an intensity that crossed the threshold into absolute madness.
Author's Note:hhh "Wait until I finish fighting this war, and I'll return to marry you"—the summary provided by the precious readers in the comment section is brilliantly spot-on~
Chapter 74: The Senior of the Apocalypse (30)
Damn it, damn it all!
The emaciated man who had previously collided with Qi Yuanyuan bolted in a blind panic out of the northern district. Catching sight of a team executing the zombie rat sweeps along the pathway, he frantically ducked back into a side alley. He remained entirely clueless as to why the base had suddenly declared an emergency lockdown and inspection for zombie rats, but this sudden crackdown exponentially escalated his probability of exposure.
Though he understood that being slashed across the arm by a scrap of iron contaminated with zombie blood guaranteed a death sentence, dying a mindless, unconscious death was fundamentally different from being hunted down and executed on the spot. His pathological cowardice paralyzed him, anchoring him to the sanctuary when fleeing into the frozen wilderness felt too terrifying. Yet the compound's discovery of an active zombie virus carrier meant enforcement protocols would prove infinitely more brutal than the wandering zombies roaming the wasteland. Consequently, the muddle-headed, cowardly man now scuttled about like a terrified, startled bird.
Naturally, the coordinator orchestrating the rodent-sweep operation remained blissfully unaware that a genuine zombie virus carrier was actively hiding within the sanctuary, trembling in absolute terror from their administrative sweep.
At that exact moment, the coordinator had arrived in District A residential sector to apply intense pressure on Gu Song, the ability wielder who refused to comply with deployment orders.
Indeed, Gu Song had ultimately rejected the transfer directive ordering him to patrol his assigned sector, electing instead to maintain a rigid, unyielding defensive posture guarding the residence.
Upon his arrival, the coordinator launched into a furious tirade berating Gu Song for lacking basic civic responsibility, weaponizing base disciplinary protocols to shame him. Yet because Gu Song maintained an unyielding, stone-wall silence throughout the reprimand, the coordinator ultimately departed with a blackened, sullen scowl.
Once the coordinator vanished, Gu Song expelled a massive sigh of relief. Facing verbal abuse and accusations of sacrificing base security for personal reasons placed enormous psychological weight on his shoulders. Yet he kept his anchor firmly planted in Lin Jiawen's exhaustive parting warnings regarding the supreme importance of his target, as well as instructions to remain steady through any artificial disruptions and refuse all separation orders. Coupled with the unnatural timing of the crisis, every tactical indicator screamed of a manufactured conspiracy, reinforcing his calculated gamble to hold his ground.
Even so, an uneasy, lingering friction persisted in the back of Gu Song's mind, leaving him to release a silent prayer that his strategic deductions were accurate.
Meanwhile, having departed from District A, the coordinator returned immediately to the clandestine rendezvous point to summon his co-conspirators and formulate a countermeasures strategy for unscripted anomalies. With Xiao Yi physically absent from the compound, unexpected developments lacked a primary command authority for real-time clearance, forcing the cabal to improvise their execution—a variable that would dictate whether their overarching master plan succeeded.
As for the rodent-sweep patrols across the outer rings that officially fell under his command—oh right, that entire narrative was a fabricated pretext engineered exclusively to manipulate spatial logistics; whether the teams made actual progress carried zero operational relevance.
Yet precisely as the coordinator operated under that supreme confidence, a genuine catastrophe erupted inside the base.
The emaciated man infected with the zombie virus finally breached his body's biological threshold, suffering complete zombification. Rushing frantically into the populated communal blocks, he lunged forward and viciously bit an innocent civilian.
Given that the base populace was already walking on eggshells due to the pervasive rumors regarding active zombie rats, the sudden materialization of an actual, flesh-and-blood zombie launching a public attack served as concrete, terrifying verification that the rumors were absolute reality. In a single heartbeat, civilian anxiety surged to an apocalyptic pitch, with every resident paralyzed by the dread that those elusive, subterranean predators might burst through the floorboards at any second.
The transformed zombie male and his innocent victim were both suppressed and quarantined by emergency response units within the opening minutes.
Yet the containment failed to extinguish the crisis. Were there additional individuals bitten by the infected man? Were there other victims clawed by zombie rats who had not yet undergone conversion? And precisely where were the nests of those zombie rats located, and how many active specimens existed? These compounded uncertainties instantly escalated into the most critical, high-priority emergency demanding immediate administrative resolution.
Back at the secret meeting room, the coordinator—currently mapping out secondary stratagems to maneuver Gu Song away from his post—received an abrupt interruption when an operative burst through the doors, breathlessly reporting that a civilian victim attacked by a zombie rat vector had been confirmed within the base. The coordinator froze into absolute cognitive paralysis: What on earth was happening? Weren't the zombie rats supposed to be an entirely fabricated, artificial rumor engineered by their own cell?
Though the plot's bizarre divergence defied logic, any anomaly intersecting with zombies constituted an absolute red-alert emergency—especially with active vectors breaching internal perimeters and biting citizens. Stripped of his composure, the coordinator abandoned all focus on neutralizing Gu Song, scrambling instead to rally response teams and assess the compounding operational chaos.
The chilling intelligence detailing an active zombie rat attack—complete with a mutated civilian launching predatory assaults within sanctuary blocks—rippled across the compound with terrifying speed, penetrating even the quiet, isolated sanctuary of District A.
"Are you certain this report is authentic?" Gu Song demanded, his brow locked into a severe, vertical crease as solemn gravity radiated from his posture.
"It's spreading universally across all administrative sectors, sir. Multiple eyewitnesses confirm sighting the active zombie—reportedly localized near the northern slum perimeter."
Hearing that specific disclosure, Gu Song felt a sharp spike of internal alarm. Though he had adamantly refused to abandon his post, he retained a clear, unalterable recollection of his assigned operational zone: the exact sector he was originally ordered to sweep and purge was none other than the northern slums.
Could the initial intelligence warning of zombie rats have been genuine all along? Was it never an artificial maneuver designed to dislodge him?
Plagued by mounting, suffocating unease, Gu Song recognized he could no longer maintain absolute isolation. Weighing his options, he reached out to signal a trusted operative from his subordinate faction, instructing him to slip past the perimeter and execute a direct, visual verification to confirm whether the circulating rumors held any basis in physical reality.
Chapter 143: The Senior of the Apocalypse (34)
She wanted revenge—she wanted to exact retribution against Xiao Yi!
Yet Xiao Yi was not even inside the base right now.
And she would be dead in a mere hour or two.
Just as Qi Yuanyuan writhed in agonizing torment, a specific silhouette flashed across her consciousness. The instant that figure surfaced, Qi Yuanyuan's eyes blazed with a terrifying, blinding brilliance.
Indeed, failing to locate Xiao Yi, she could target the person Xiao Yi cherished above all else.
Since Xiao Yi had driven her to this state, she would drag Xiao Yi's most treasured individual down into the grave with her.
Her life had already been shattered beyond repair; thus, the person Xiao Yi yearned to possess most in this lifetime would never, ever be allowed to attain happiness!
Qi Yuanyuan lifted her head, her once-gorgeous eyes gleaming with an intensity that crossed the threshold into absolute madness.
Author's Note:hhh "Wait until I finish fighting this war, and I'll return to marry you"—the summary provided by the precious readers in the comment section is brilliantly spot-on~
Chapter 74: The Senior of the Apocalypse (30)
Damn it, damn it all!
The emaciated man who had previously collided with Qi Yuanyuan bolted in a blind panic out of the northern district. Catching sight of a team executing the zombie rat sweeps along the pathway, he frantically ducked back into a side alley. He remained entirely clueless as to why the base had suddenly declared an emergency lockdown and inspection for zombie rats, but this sudden crackdown exponentially escalated his probability of exposure.
Though he understood that being slashed across the arm by a scrap of iron contaminated with zombie blood guaranteed a death sentence, dying a mindless, unconscious death was fundamentally different from being hunted down and executed on the spot. His pathological cowardice paralyzed him, anchoring him to the sanctuary when fleeing into the frozen wilderness felt too terrifying. Yet the compound's discovery of an active zombie virus carrier meant enforcement protocols would prove infinitely more brutal than the wandering zombies roaming the wasteland. Consequently, the muddle-headed, cowardly man now scuttled about like a terrified, startled bird.
Naturally, the coordinator orchestrating the rodent-sweep operation remained blissfully unaware that a genuine zombie virus carrier was actively hiding within the sanctuary, trembling in absolute terror from their administrative sweep.
At that exact moment, the coordinator had arrived in District A residential sector to apply intense pressure on Gu Song, the ability wielder who refused to comply with deployment orders.
Indeed, Gu Song had ultimately rejected the transfer directive ordering him to patrol his assigned sector, electing instead to maintain a rigid, unyielding defensive posture guarding the residence.
Upon his arrival, the coordinator launched into a furious tirade berating Gu Song for lacking basic civic responsibility, weaponizing base disciplinary protocols to shame him. Yet because Gu Song maintained an unyielding, stone-wall silence throughout the reprimand, the coordinator ultimately departed with a blackened, sullen scowl.
Once the coordinator vanished, Gu Song expelled a massive sigh of relief. Facing verbal abuse and accusations of sacrificing base security for personal reasons placed enormous psychological weight on his shoulders. Yet he kept his anchor firmly planted in Lin Jiawen's exhaustive parting warnings regarding the supreme importance of his target, as well as instructions to remain steady through any artificial disruptions and refuse all separation orders. Coupled with the unnatural timing of the crisis, every tactical indicator screamed of a manufactured conspiracy, reinforcing his calculated gamble to hold his ground.
Even so, an uneasy, lingering friction persisted in the back of Gu Song's mind, leaving him to release a silent prayer that his strategic deductions were accurate.
Meanwhile, having departed from District A, the coordinator returned immediately to the clandestine rendezvous point to summon his co-conspirators and formulate a countermeasures strategy for unscripted anomalies. With Xiao Yi physically absent from the compound, unexpected developments lacked a primary command authority for real-time clearance, forcing the cabal to improvise their execution—a variable that would dictate whether their overarching master plan succeeded.
As for the rodent-sweep patrols across the outer rings that officially fell under his command—oh right, that entire narrative was a fabricated pretext engineered exclusively to manipulate spatial logistics; whether the teams made actual progress carried zero operational relevance.
Yet precisely as the coordinator operated under that supreme confidence, a genuine catastrophe erupted inside the base.
The emaciated man infected with the zombie virus finally breached his body's biological threshold, suffering complete zombification. Rushing frantically into the populated communal blocks, he lunged forward and viciously bit an innocent civilian.
Given that the base populace was already walking on eggshells due to the pervasive rumors regarding active zombie rats, the sudden materialization of an actual, flesh-and-blood zombie launching a public attack served as concrete, terrifying verification that the rumors were absolute reality. In a single heartbeat, civilian anxiety surged to an apocalyptic pitch, with every resident paralyzed by the dread that those elusive, subterranean predators might burst through the floorboards at any second.
The transformed zombie male and his innocent victim were both suppressed and quarantined by emergency response units within the opening minutes.
Yet the containment failed to extinguish the crisis. Were there additional individuals bitten by the infected man? Were there other victims clawed by zombie rats who had not yet undergone conversion? And precisely where were the nests of those zombie rats located, and how many active specimens existed? These compounded uncertainties instantly escalated into the most critical, high-priority emergency demanding immediate administrative resolution.
Back at the secret meeting room, the coordinator—currently mapping out secondary stratagems to maneuver Gu Song away from his post—received an abrupt interruption when an operative burst through the doors, breathlessly reporting that a civilian victim attacked by a zombie rat vector had been confirmed within the base. The coordinator froze into absolute cognitive paralysis: What on earth was happening? Weren't the zombie rats supposed to be an entirely fabricated, artificial rumor engineered by their own cell?
Though the plot's bizarre divergence defied logic, any anomaly intersecting with zombies constituted an absolute red-alert emergency—especially with active vectors breaching internal perimeters and biting citizens. Stripped of his composure, the coordinator abandoned all focus on neutralizing Gu Song, scrambling instead to rally response teams and assess the compounding operational chaos.
The chilling intelligence detailing an active zombie rat attack—complete with a mutated civilian launching predatory assaults within sanctuary blocks—rippled across the compound with terrifying speed, penetrating even the quiet, isolated sanctuary of District A.
"Are you certain this report is authentic?" Gu Song demanded, his brow locked into a severe, vertical crease as solemn gravity radiated from his posture.
"It's spreading universally across all administrative sectors, sir. Multiple eyewitnesses confirm sighting the active zombie—reportedly localized near the northern slum perimeter."
Hearing that specific disclosure, Gu Song felt a sharp spike of internal alarm. Though he had adamantly refused to abandon his post, he retained a clear, unalterable recollection of his assigned operational zone: the exact sector he was originally ordered to sweep and purge was none other than the northern slums.
Could the initial intelligence warning of zombie rats have been genuine all along? Was it never an artificial maneuver designed to dislodge him?
Plagued by mounting, suffocating unease, Gu Song recognized he could no longer maintain absolute isolation. Weighing his options, he reached out to signal a trusted operative from his subordinate faction, instructing him to slip past the perimeter and execute a direct, visual verification to confirm whether the circulating rumors held any basis in physical reality.
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