The medic ignored the zombie entirely, his gun unwavering on Luo Shu—finger tightening on the trigger.
A man can be a little wicked, or a little stupid.
Luo Shu, for instance, never claimed sainthood. He'd done his share of shady things.
And even the smartest could act like fools sometimes.
But to be both wicked AND stupid?
That's just begging for death.
Rage ignited in Luo Shu's chest.
"You think I'm some harmless Hello Kitty? Fine. Time to make you kneel and sing 'Conquer'!"
He flipped to Page 21 of the Anomalous Project Encyclopedia and activated—
"Martyr's Light."
Instantly, the medic and the zombie froze, then began clawing at their own flesh.
Blood streaked their skin as Luo Shu watched coldly.
Satisfying? Yes.
But how to explain this to Bearded Jack?
And this bigot had seen too much.
How to silence him?
Might as well…
"In for a penny, in for a pound."
This was Luo Shu's first time considering murder.
Before this, only the "God" had earned his kill-list spot.
Yet when the moment came, hesitation gripped him.
The original Luo Shu might've been a death-row killer, but his soul wasn't.
In his past life? Just a peaceful otaku who'd squashed ants and swatted mosquitoes—nothing worse than a schoolyard scrap.
Killing a person? That was a psychological barrier.
Then—Bearded Jack's voice crackled from the medic's wrist terminal:
"Was that gunfire? What happened?"
Luo Shu's eyes narrowed.
He patted the medic's shoulder, deactivating Martyr's Light—but replacing it with "Mental Enslavement."
"I won't kill you. I'll let you rot."
A slower, crueler death—but one that eased Luo Shu's conscience.
Like boiling a frog gradually.
And once the medic decayed, he'd look like just another zombie. No suspicion on Luo Shu.
Under his control, the medic rasped into the radio:
"Boss… my fault. The woman turned… bit me… I'm done for…"
Bearded Jack's roar: "HANG ON! I'LL SAVE YOU! Where's Luo Shu?"
Wow. This medic really is his favorite.
"Here," Luo Shu replied.
"I ORDER YOU TO SAVE HIM!" Jack snarled, logic abandoned.
Luo Shu glanced at the medic.
On cue, the enslaved man croaked: "Not his fault… I screwed up… He can't help… Don't blame him…"
With this "forgiveness," Bearded Jack backed off.
Crisis averted.
Luo Shu confiscated the medic's GLOCK-19, finally armed.
No more wasting precious anomaly abilities on every little threat.
Meanwhile, gunfire still raged near the gun store—Bearded Jack's team wasn't having an easy time either.
Luo Shu made the medic ask: "Boss, status? ETA?"
Jack's frustrated reply: "Too many zombies! We're pinned in the gun store! Plenty of ammo though—we'll shoot our way out!"
Luo Shu smirked.
"Infinite ammo doesn't mean infinite stamina, idiot."
Firing guns wrecked your arms. Soon, they'd learn the agony of thirst and exhaustion.
Brutes.
Yet Luo Shu wasn't much better off—only 11 rounds left.
Suddenly, the gunstore's barrage stopped.
"Boss? Situation?" the medic asked on Luo Shu's behalf.
"Need a break. Shutters down. Resting."
"Tch. Copying me now?"
Luo Shu's earlier indifference toward Jack's favoritism curdled into resentment.
Too biased. Disgusting.
From now on? No more free advice.
Let these morons figure things out themselves.
The gun store had endless resources—grenades, RPGs, you name it.
A few diversionary explosions could've lured the zombies away.
But no.
Instead, Luo Shu ripped open a bag of chips, cracked open a soda, and enjoyed his solitary feast.
Let Jack starve. Serves him right.
By noon, radio silence finally broke.
Jack's voice, strained: "Hey… you still alive?"
Luo Shu eyed the medic's rotting corpse—now indistinguishable from the zombie—and replied:
"He's liquefied."
A heavy breath from Jack. Grief. Rage. Helplessness.
Then:
"Site Director's orders. Evac to Site-19 within the hour."
Luo Shu's stomach dropped. "Why? Nukes?"
A pause. "Worse. Neutron bomb."
Silence.
Luo Shu's mind blanked.
Jack continued, grim: "No time to extract you. Zombies everywhere. Get to Site-19 on your own. Good luck."
Gunfire erupted again—this time, moving toward Site-19.
Leaving Luo Shu behind.