hsntnovel Chapter 196 is absolutely awful.
Chapter 196 is absolutely awful.
Chapter 196 is absolutely awful.
"Um?"
Upon hearing Sean's words, Old Feng instinctively paused for a moment.
After a moment of stunned silence, he couldn't help but ask Sean in surprise.
"Yes, you're right, we do have quite a few drunk people!"
"Besides being drunk, let me think, I had a high fever for several days, and I even infected my wife and children, which made me extremely worried."
"However, after the apocalypse arrived, I was so frightened by the scene of the apocalypse that I broke out in a cold sweat. My fever actually got much better, and the next day I didn't even have any symptoms."
"If that's the case, could drinking alcohol and having a fever delay or even completely prevent the zombie fungus from fully erupting in our bodies?"
At this point, a glint of light appeared in Old Feng's eyes; he had become interested!
He continued speaking to Sean and the other two with such brilliance.
"We all know that our bodies are already full of zombie fungus, and it will erupt after we die."
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"But honestly, what I'm worried about isn't what happens after death, but whether this thing could potentially erupt during our lifetime under certain conditions?"
"So, if symptoms like alcohol and fever can protect us from the potential threat of a zombie fungus outbreak, could we develop a preventative drug targeting these factors, like a vaccine?"
Holy crap!
Upon hearing Lao Feng's words, Sean couldn't help but swear. He stared wide-eyed and opened his mouth wide, following Lao Feng's words.
"You're right, Feng, but you haven't gotten to the most crucial point yet!"
"If there really were a drug that could guarantee we wouldn't become zombies before we die, would that drug also prevent us from turning into zombies after being bitten?"
"Well----"
Upon hearing Sean's words, Old Feng was genuinely pleasantly surprised for a moment.
But in just a moment, after a quick thought, Old Feng shook his head with a bitter face and said...
"Sean, I think what you're talking about is very difficult to do, because once we're bitten by a zombie, the infection happens so fast, it only takes a few seconds."
"Even if there were a targeted vaccine available, it would be difficult for us to take it out and use it on ourselves in just a few seconds."
"Besides, although the high transmissibility of zombie fungus is a huge threat to human society itself, we are only a handful of people, so the transmissibility of zombie fungus is not a particularly serious matter for us."
"After all, for us, once we are bitten by a zombie, given the speed and agility of the zombies, and especially their numbers, even if we are completely immune to the zombie virus, we will probably still be in dire straits."
"So, I don't dare to ask for too much. If we can really develop a drug to prevent fungal outbreaks, as long as this drug can ensure that we don't turn into zombies on our own, that will be enough."
At this point, a hint of anticipation inevitably appeared in Lao Feng's eyes.
But just as he was looking forward to it, Nicholas suddenly spoke up from behind him in a sarcastic tone.
"But who can research that? Do we even have that kind of person now?"
"this----"
Old Feng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.
Sean, holding his rifle, took a frustrated breath and responded.
"Shit, I was so busy thinking things through that I forgot we don't have many scholars at all."
"Among our group, only Thomas and Li Qing are truly intelligent, I mean in terms of scientific research."
"Thomas studied agronomy, and he has been spending his time in the botanical garden these past few days breeding, hoping to avoid the degradation effects in modern seed systems."
"And Li Qing, he's only a graduate student, though he's definitely smarter than me, but he can take on challenges that even large research teams might not be able to accomplish on his own—holy crap, we still have astronauts!"
As Sean was speaking, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the "himself" he was referring to.
Immediately afterwards, his thoughts shifted from "himself" to the group of experts floating in the sky!
He suddenly raised his head and looked out at the distant sky through the cockpit window.
After a brief moment of gazing, Sean lowered his head and spoke solemnly.
"Feng, we'll help you this morning. We have to leave for Livingston Lake this afternoon."
"Astronauts are absolutely crucial! Damn it, if we could gather at least a group of truly intelligent people, who knows what they might discover!"
"I need to prioritize this matter further and try to grasp all the weather patterns and data for Lake Livingston."
"Returning astronauts is an enormous challenge, and I must do everything I can to ensure their safest landing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sean nodded heavily to Old Feng.
Old Feng nodded in agreement and said something at the same time.
"That's right, you all have your work to do. Thank you so much for this morning."
"Next, we'll drive the yacht to the vicinity of the dock, then go home. I'll arrange for other people to come to the yacht to carry out the salvage work."
"Regarding our conversation today, I think I need to have a good talk with the boss when he gets back."
"Who knows, the alcohol and fever we're talking about today might become a significant turning point in humanity's future, haha~"
At this point, Lao Feng put the rifle back behind him, then went to the cockpit and excitedly looked at the control panel in front of him.
As he was observing the control panel, Nicholas suddenly spoke up behind him.
"Feng, let's not rush to consider this important milestone in human civilization. Let's think about whether we can sail the yacht back."
"Anyway, I can't drive a yacht. Who among you can?"
At this point, Nicholas looked at the others.
After Nicholas finished speaking, the yacht's cockpit fell completely silent.
Sensing the growing silence in the air, Nicholas swallowed hard and asked with difficulty.
"No way, none of you know how to operate this thing? How are we supposed to use it? Are we just going to let this amazing machine float in the lake?"
"Instructor Sean, are you sure you don't know how to operate this thing?"
Nicholas looked at Sean, who quickly shook his head and replied.
"How the hell could I? This yacht costs at least eighty million dollars, maybe even more. How could I possibly have ever been involved in something this luxurious!"
"Uh—Paul, okay, you're even poorer than me. At least my family owns a chain of restaurants, so Feng, would you be able to open one?"
Nicholas quickly looked at Old Feng.
Old Feng responded with a bitter face.
"I learned to drive a boat in Hawaii, but I've never driven a yacht this luxurious, at least not one this big!"
"I'll give it a try. The principles should be similar, but this ship has countless more function keys than the ones I learned about before, most of which are for enjoyment. It's really luxurious."
"Logically speaking, I should be looking at this ship and spitting on the boss, this big capitalist."
"However, the thought that after we follow the boss, we can play with even these kinds of big treasures whenever we want makes me really happy, hehe."
"When I see others as big capitalists, I want to strike back hard, but if I were the one enjoying the benefits of capital, I really couldn't suppress my smirk."
At this point, Lao Feng smiled and walked to the control panel, tentatively fiddling with it.
Soon after, the yacht indeed began to move on the lake.
Old Feng, meanwhile, excitedly fiddled with the control panel, muttering to himself.
"Exciting, fucking exciting! This yacht is a real gem! If there were a suitable river, I'd love to take it out to sea for a spin. Pirates, oh my god—chairs, oh my god!!!"
Haha~
Sean and his two companions were amused by Lao Feng. Amidst the laughter, the yacht circled the lake more than ten times before Lao Feng reluctantly brought it to the dock.
After carefully approaching the dock, Lao Feng moored the boat and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Phew, not bad, we didn't smash the boss's beloved boat to pieces."
"So, our next task is to throw all the zombie corpses from the yacht onto the pickup truck."
"Once everything's done, let's go home and rest!"
"Haha, no problem!"
"Okay, Feng!"
"There's not much work left, it'll be quick!"
At this point, the four of them left the yachting lifestyle and resumed their busy work as porters.
And Gavin, whom they kept mentioning—
At that moment, Gavin was looking at the huge wave of zombies blocking the way in front of Poinz town when he threw the cigarette butt out of the car window.
"Damn it, Edward, you didn't say that this was the situation in Poinz Town. All four roads converge in front of Poinz Town, and the intersection is an H-shaped section with only a fifty-meter buffer zone, and the zombies are gathered right in the middle!"
"That means no matter which way we go through Poinz, we'll inevitably face zombies. Are you sure this direction is better for us? Shouldn't we take the other way, the one closer to your temporary camp?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gavin closed the car window and looked at Edward.
Edward frowned and shook his head, then responded to Gavin.
"Boss, do you think I'm an idiot? This is the easiest way to get to my camp."
"If we go the other way, we'll be stopped by an even larger horde of zombies in front of Liale Town!"
"It's alright here in Poinz; there are only about three hundred zombies wandering outside the town. But in Liale, there are many farms and various fences and such, which have blocked a lot of the migrating zombies. There are at least fifteen thousand zombies on the roads there, maybe even more!"
"If it weren't for that, I would have returned to camp long ago, and maybe even led my members to move towards the sea in the future."
"In fact, if I hadn't been attacked by the horde of zombies and zombie bears yesterday, I wouldn't have even gone to your camp!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Edward threw his cigarette butt far away.
Then he picked up a bottle of Gatorade and handed it to Gavin.
Gavin patted the Gatorade that was presented to him with disdain and chuckled angrily.
"Even a dog wouldn't drink this junk if it were juice!"
"What? Aren't you a Gatorade spokesperson?"
Edward looked at Gavin speechlessly, while Gavin smiled and spread his hands.
"Bullshit! They pay too much. If it weren't for the money, would I fucking endorse this stuff? I'd trade it for juice!"
"Uh, okay then."
Edward handed Gavin a new bottle of juice, which Gavin took a couple of sips of, while recalling the terrain they had passed through earlier.
Then, Gavin, clutching the bottle, spoke.
"After having some juice to liven things up, it's time to get down to business. Remember the fork in the road we just passed at about 4.4 kilometers?"
"Attract the zombies, shake them off, turn into a side road and wait for the zombies to chase after you. If all goes well, this will be the only time, and these hundreds of zombies will no longer be a threat."
"certainly."
Edward nodded as he listened to Gavin's plan; he thought the same thing.
If he hadn't suffered heavy losses yesterday, with all his followers dead, he would have followed this plan with his men yesterday.
After all, this wasn't exactly a sophisticated plan; it was just a simple use of the vehicle.
Edward then started the car and sped towards the horde of zombies more than 400 meters away.
As the horde of zombies drew ever closer, Gavin calmly glanced at Edward's hand resting on the handbrake.
Because it's made by the Russians, the War Shield is not only powerful and capable of flying like a brick, but it also has the characteristics of an armored vehicle drifting in terms of handling.
Edward isn't crazy; he wouldn't drive into a horde of zombies, so he's probably planning to drift and turn around, right?
This behavior is somewhat dangerous. The danger isn't that the car is drifting and turning around, but that Gavin isn't in control of the car himself.
Gavin ultimately didn't trust anyone but himself!
So, before Edward could increase the speed to a certain level, Gavin reached out and tapped on the car window.
"Edward, stop showing off your skills and behave yourself!"
"What? I thought you'd like to look for some excitement, but you're actually this steady? Okay then~"
Edward responded with a smile, then immediately began to slow down, and rushed within two hundred meters of the zombie.
At the same time, Gavin opened the car window and held the pistol out the window.
boom!
After the loud noise, the horde of zombies immediately began to move, rushing towards the car in unison.
The horde of zombies, mainly composed of hunters, is generally the easiest to deal with. They are too easily lured and can never outrun a car, so without a doubt, Gavin and his companion quickly left the zombies behind.
After parking the car on a side road 4.5 kilometers away, Gavin observed the situation at the intersection with binoculars from a distance.
Edward lay back in the driver's seat, hands behind his head, and spoke leisurely.
"I don't know why, but having you in the passenger seat makes me feel incredibly safe."
"Gavin, you're probably a star for more than just your basketball skills. You have a kind of charisma, just like my superior."
"What?"
Hearing this, Gavin looked at the image through the telescope with amusement and continued.
"Me, just like your drill instructor? Dude, I can tell you're underestimating me, because I don't believe your instructor has even a tenth of my influence!"
"Haha, okay, I won't argue with you about that. You're right. After all, who in the whole of America can compare to your influence? Even Jordan is far behind."
Edward continued to respond with amusement.
"I don't watch football at all, I only watch basketball, but I still know your name because I watch the Super Bowl halftime show in addition to basketball."
"You know what? I used to think Gavin was a regular part of the Super Bowl, because even if I only watched their performances, I always heard your name!"
"Speaking of which, they say you've slept with a lot of Hollywood actors, even their children!"
"That girl who played Harry Potter, the one who played Hermione, did you actually sleep with her?"
"Oh?"
Faced with Edward's question, Gavin paused for a moment, then asked softly.
"You seem to care a lot about Emma. What, are you a fan?"
"Uh—well—I'm just asking if you've slept with anyone!"
"Hehe, of course we slept together, and she was the one who pursued me. To be honest, I was in a bit of a dilemma, but she was just too enthusiastic, and she wanted to join the club too~"
Gavin put down his binoculars, shrugged, and explained to Edward in a teasing tone.
"After all, you know, with my fame, any celebrity who gets a rumored relationship with me can instantly rise at least one level in status. That's a significant upgrade, which celebrity would refuse?"
"Wait a minute, but you've hardly ever had any scandals, and there weren't any scandals between you and Emma either. Did you sleep with her or not?!"
Edward, still interested, continued to press Gavin for answers.
Gavin nodded, then shook his head and smiled.
"Of course I've slept with them. I've slept with way too many. As for why I haven't had any scandals, it's because I'm ruthless and I always pay in cash."
"Being entangled with those women who are obsessed with fame and fortune is not a good thing. Even just being involved in a scandal is not good. If it can be solved with money, of course it should be solved with money. Men also need to protect themselves."
"I usually pay models directly, but for a few special cases, I'll give them some access to the sports world."
"As for celebrities, I don't want to get involved with any of them, but I get invited to so many parties that I'll give my girls some opportunities to participate in parties and join the circle."
"Once the opportunity is given to them, what status they achieve through sleeping their way into different circles is none of my business!"
At this point, Gavin suddenly raised his binoculars.
In his eyes, the horde of zombies from the direction of Poinz had already begun to pass the fork in the road in front of them.
Noticing the approaching zombies, Edward grinned and then placed his hands on the steering wheel in preparation.
Gavin, after observing for a while, decided to put down his binoculars, since he only needed to confirm that the zombies had passed by.
After the zombies have passed for a few hundred meters, they can set off to cross the town of Poinz.
But just as he was about to put down the binoculars, his movements suddenly stopped.
His eyes were also fixed intently on the lens of the binoculars!
Noticing Gavin's sudden increase in breathing, Edward was slightly taken aback and quickly asked Gavin what was wrong.
"What's wrong? What happened? You look a bit off!"
"The problem isn't me, it's the horde of zombies. Because in that damned horde, several zombies somehow managed to break away and run towards us without encountering any obstacles!"
"Did they actually discover us, or did this zombie horde use a net-like search strategy?"
"Whichever it is, it's fucking awful, damn it!"
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