Coming of the Villain Boss!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Pengpengpeng. In the rain of bullets, a car shoved away all kinds of debris along the street and moved onto a wider road.

Followed by a group of pursuing zombies, roaring.

"Don't waste bullets."

"Copy that."

The gunshots stopped. Three cars quickly screeched through the street and disappeared into the darkness at the end of it.

This team was made up of Ming Shu and the others.

Captain Fan's team had a total of four people, plus Ming Shu and Ning Le, making it six.

Ming Shu drove her own car. Captain Fan and Ning Le were in one car. The remaining three drove one.

At night, zombies were much slower than in the daytime. It was unknown whether it was because of photosynthesis or other reasons.

In the beginning, they arranged for Ming Shu to drive in the middle. But later Ming Shu fell behind and met some zombies. They didn't have time to adjust the formation, so it was Ming Shu following behind now.

Staring at the zombies in the rearview mirror, Ming Shu sighed a little. "These things are definitely terrible to eat."

Little Beastie was lying on its back among the snacks in the passenger seat, humming.

Are you going to eat them if they're delicious?

"Perhaps in the future… we really will have to eat zombies." These Doomsday's supplies were not enough for her at all.

I won't eat them! You eat them if you want. That's disgusting.

Little Beastie rejected the assumption with arrogance.

Ming Shu glanced at it. "When can you talk?"

She looked so stupid talking to herself.

Little Beastie patted its small belly with its claws.

How am I supposed to know when I can speak?

"Hehe, this is my first time seeing a retrogressive evolution." Ming Shu snorted. Before this little thing could talk, now it can't?

Little Beastie continued its humming.

Don't compare me with anything else, okay? I am unique. I'm incomparable!

Ming Shu formed a big, fake smile. The car suddenly made a sharp turn-kuangdang-and Little Beastie slammed against the window fiercely.

"…"

My poor life as a beast!

The cars in front of them slowed down and finally stopped.

There seemed to be something blocking the way. Captain Fan got out of the car first. He looked around vigilantly, making sure it was safe, then waved for the others to get out.

Ming Shu stuffed the struggling Little Beastie into her pocket and opened the door. She was afraid it would steal her snacks if she left it in the car alone.

"…" Can I eat my master?

"Cars can't go any further. It seems someone has blocked the road."

"Wow." Ming Shu stood on tiptoe to look ahead. The road over there was destroyed, a large pit in the middle, so cars couldn't get through.

Captain Fan glanced at Ming Shu before turning to ask Ning Le, who was leaning against the door, "any other route that we can take to Zhuque Street?"

"This is the nearest. Zhuke Street is not far from here," Ning Le answered in a cold voice. "I suggest we walk there and cut corners. It'll only take five minutes. Zhuque Street is an old and narrow street. If we drive, it may cost much more time."

Zhuque Street? Ming Shu felt a little curious.

"You are going to Zhuque Street?"

Captain Fan and others looked at Ming Shu as if she were an idiot. Indeed. They had discussed it before setting out, saying that they were going to Zhuque Street. Did she not listen to anything?

"The person we are looking for may be at Zhuque Street." Captain Fan took a deep breath. "But maybe not."

"Don't waste time. We must finish the mission before we draw the zombies here. What should we do now?"

Captain Fan kept silent for a while, then ordered, "Zheng Ye, you stay here, find a place to hide, and the rest walk with me to the street."

Captain Fan then looked at Ming Shu, seeming to ask whether she would go or not.

Ming Shu smiled and shook her head.

Captain Fan didn't force her then. He included her in the team only because of the bulletproof car, which might help them escape in an emergency situation. Now, since they were going to walk to their destination, the car wouldn't be necessary.

Ming Shu and the man called Zheng Ye stayed.

"Well, ehh, w-we should find a place… to hide." Zheng Ye sounded like he was not good at communicating and was a little timid.

Ming Shu looked around. "You hide yourself. I'll have a look around."

"But…"

Ming Shu went straight to a nearby supermarket.

Zheng Ye hesitated for a while, then finally followed Ming Shu in.

The supermarket had been ransacked, but there were still many goods left. Ming Shu took a backpack to put away everything edible.

Zheng Ye also knew the importance of supplies now, and he joined Ming Shu in searching for more supplies.

Ming Shu walked across the whole supermarket and finally she came to a locked warehouse. Both the door and the lock were intact and undestroyed.

But it was possible there were zombies locked inside.

Ming Shu knocked on the door, the sound of which was particularly harsh in the empty supermarket. Cold sweat kept appearing on Zheng Ye's forehead— he was really horrified by the sudden sound. Then, after seeing it was Ming Shu knocking, he took a slow, relaxing breath.

But before he could finish, a low-pitched voice sounded from behind the door, followed by the scary noise of nails scratching its surface.

"Z-z-z-z-zombies." Zheng Ye was scared enough to stutter now.

"There's a door here. No need to fear." Ming Shu glanced at him, feeling a little odd. "Aren't you a soldier? Why are you scared?"

"I… I am a soldier, but I'm n-n-n-not a zombie killer." Before Doomsday was a peaceful era, and there were no wars. They had never been on a battlefield except for military exercises. And these zombies were so terrifying, even if they were soldiers, they would be afraid!

"It's very easy to kill a zombie."

"These things can't be beat t-t-to… death." Zheng Ye continued in a struggling voice, "Other than blowing them up, how… is it easy?"

They had used a lot of explosives recently, otherwise they would not have been able to get here.

Ming Shu formed her hand in the shape of a gun and pointed at her own head, smiling. "Shoot here."

Before, that man killed zombies very effectively. Seemingly they do know how to kill zombies: hitting the head… How come this fool doesn't know?

Probably he's a real idiot, Ming Shu thought.

However, in the early days of Doomsday, many things hadn't been explored. And not everyone read novels. It was normal that some people didn't know some basic rules, then.

Zheng Ye touched his head and was puzzled.

Hitting the head? Is that so?

Ming Shu let Zheng Ye step back, and she opened the warehouse door. As soon as the door was opened, an unpleasant smell floated out, as well as a zombified warehouse manager.

The wrathful zombie rushed at Ming Shu, roaring.

Zheng Ye lifted his gun to aim at the zombie's head immediately. But before he had time to pull the trigger, the zombie fell directly to the ground.

A chopstick was inserted right in its head. The label was still hanging on the chopstick, swaying slightly.

Zheng Ye was stunned. So powerful.

Even the captain couldn't throw the chopstick directly into the zombie's head at such a distance, right? Could it be… she is a legendary martial artist?!

Zheng Ye couldn't help thinking like this.

Ming Shu picked out a flashlight from the supermarket's shelf, kicked away the dead zombie, turned on the flashlight, and went into the warehouse.

Zheng Ye hastened to keep up.

"Dear god!"

The minute Zheng Ye got in, he was stunned again. The rows of shelves in the warehouse were full of supplies. This supermarket should have restocked goods only just before the arrival of Doomsday.

Ming Shu pinched Little Beastie in her pocket thoughtfully. There are so many snacks here, but we can't take them all. What a pity!

Why did the Host have to awaken a fire element power rather than the power of space?

In Doomsday, space is far too important.

I'm so sad.

Ming Shu complained inside. Then she went to the shelves in the food section. Those snacks hadn't been unsealed and were contained in several intact boxes.

Ming Shu became even sadder. She pinched the Little Beastie even harder.

Why are you abusing me for your own inability! Stop, stop, stop pinching me!

Little Beastie growled with bristling fur.