Chapter 66: Executioner!

On a mountain peak a distance away from the base, Hank looked at the base, which was aflame in multiple places in the distance, his heart filled with complex emotions.

He had, after all, lived here for several years, and to see it gone just like that, he couldn't remain indifferent.

However, what made him even more curious was how there could be so many zombies surging towards them.

This number, it was probably all the zombies from the entire town that had come over.

This is impossible.

Even if someone had inadvertently attracted zombies, the number couldn't possibly be this high.

In this situation, it felt as if these zombies had been deliberately lured here.

Suddenly, after his body changed, Hank's intuition became surprisingly accurate.

Should he go back to the base and take a look?

After being infected, his body underwent a mutation.

He was not just a monster now; his physical abilities had also become monstrous.

He was not only frighteningly strong, but his jumping ability was even more terrifying, able to leap ten meters high!

Moreover, Hank had a feeling that he no longer needed to fear zombie bites.

Even if he was accidentally bitten by a zombie, at worst, the mutation in his body would become a bit more severe.

Hank's mentality was very much like someone who had given up entirely.

The reason Hank returned to the zombie-infested base, besides being bold due to his skills, was also to replenish some ammunition.

Although he had taken a lot of ammunition when he left, one could never have too many bullets.

He hoped he could find weapons and ammunition that hadn't been taken away in the base.

He hoped the weapons and ammunition he had hidden in his home hadn't been discovered.

It was important to know that he had once used his position as a squad leader to keep a lot of bullets, all buried in his yard.

Relying on his powerful physical abilities and jumping power, Hank easily returned to the base, leaping back and forth between the rooftops.

The zombies, spread throughout almost every corner of the base, naturally discovered Hank, but unable to catch him, they could do nothing but roar.

Seeing this, Hank actually developed the thought, 'mere zombies, nothing more than that'.

Unlike his previous disdain for zombies when using firearms, the current Hank, even facing zombies bare-handed, was not flustered at all, and deep down, he felt that these things were nothing.

Hank quickly returned to his home and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no signs of his yard being dug up.

Fortunately, the bullets he had hidden were still there.

This was due to the zombie horde erupting too quickly; if it had been two days later, the bullets buried in this yard would have been dug out.

Hank was not the only one who buried things in his yard.

In the base where supplies were tight, after confirming that Hank would not return, they would definitely dig up his house thoroughly.

This was not a figure of speech.

Although the bullets were still there, the problem now was how he was going to dig them out.

Looking at the zombies outside the yard, crowded together because of Hank, Hank's face turned ugly.

With so many zombies, his home's wall wouldn't hold up for long.

In this environment, he couldn't calm down to dig for bullets.

At this moment, Hank remembered the puddles of blood he had seen at the entrance when he entered the base.

It seemed not everyone in the base had escaped; some had chosen to stay.

And what about their weapons?

Zombies wouldn't destroy weapons, so those weapons should still be in their original places.

So, Hank, relying on his speed, quickly outran the zombies.

Arriving at the base gate, Hank glanced around and found weapons on the ground, as well as broken skeletons not far away.

Facing such a large horde of zombies, those people didn't even have the chance to turn into zombies; they were directly torn to shreds by the horde.

Hank shook off the blood and shattered remains from the weapons.

He found a total of three pistols, two semi-automatic rifles, and several magazines.

With these, his goal of collecting some weapons and ammunition was at least achieved.

Anyway, things buried in the ground wouldn't disappear; he would dig them out later when he had the chance.

Just as Hank was about to leave, he suddenly heard a whistling sound from behind him.

Hank turned his head and saw a spinning large axe flying towards him.

Hank was startled; he leaned his upper body backward, narrowly dodging the deadly axe at the last moment.

Booming ~

When Hank straightened up, the sound of the destruction caused by the axe hitting the building finally came.

Hank looked back, and the large axe was deeply embedded in the wall, its iron handle still slightly swaying.

What is this thing?

Hank, of course, recognized it as an axe, but the question was, where did this large axe come from?

Bang bang bang ~

Just then, a heavy footsteps sound came.

Hank turned his head and saw a monster, two meters tall, with its head covered by a sack with several thick, long nails stuck in it, striding towards him.

This was the Executioner!

Upon seeing that Hank had noticed him, the Executioner went from walking to running.

Within a few steps, the Executioner reached Hank and raised his fist, as big as a casserole, to strike Hank's head.

Hank put his hands in front of his head, blocking the blow.

But the immense force still sent Hank flying, directly smashing him against the wall.

“Cough cough cough ~”

Hank pulled himself out of the dented wall, coughing a few times.

It wasn't because he was injured just now, but because the dust made his lungs uncomfortable, causing him to cough involuntarily.

Although he looked like he had been knocked flying just now, like a weak, pathetic, and helpless ordinary human, in reality, he was perfectly fine.

From the force transmitted through his arm just now, Hank could confirm that this monster was no match for him!

But for him to kill this monster, it would indeed be a bit difficult.

With such great strength, its defense must also be strong, and the damage his firearms could inflict might be very limited.

Bang bang bang ~

Hank aimed the semi-automatic rifle in his hand at the Executioner's head and fired continuously.

Hank's marksmanship was excellent, and combined with his immense strength, which nullified the recoil of the firearm, his hit rate was extremely high.

As a result, he had an eighty percent hit rate with one magazine of bullets.

The Executioner's head was also battered and bloody, but seeing no change in the Executioner's movements, Hank knew that this amount of damage posed no significant threat to it.

So, Hank prepared to escape.

Although he wasn't afraid of this unkillable monster, as it would also be very difficult for the monster to kill him, it was truly disgusting.

Just then, Hank caught a glimpse of the Executioner walking towards the large axe, seemingly wanting to retrieve his weapon.

Hank's "Eyes" lit up.

This axe—it felt pretty good.

Relying on his speed, Hank preemptively pulled the large axe from the wall, swung it a few times, and found it very handy.

Seeing Hank wielding his weapon, the Executioner was stunned.

No, why are you taking my weapon!?

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