Inside the pickup truck.
Yang Fan held up a finger, a basketball spinning rapidly on his fingertip.
It was Wilbur's basketball.
Despite the bumpy road causing the vehicle to jolt occasionally, the basketball showed no sign of falling.
This is a skill hard for ordinary people to manage.
However.
The attention of Big Beard Johnson's family wasn't focused on the basketball.
They were listening to another story Yang Fan was telling.
"...Clark always had it out for me, and once during an internal training match, he wanted to dunk over my head to show off.
"But I wouldn't let this guy succeed, so just as he jumped up, I quickly yanked down his shorts.
"I still can't believe it; the little shorts underneath were printed with a cartoon bear pattern.
"Everyone at the court laughed hysterically, and from that day on, Clark got the nickname 'Little Bear'."
The family laughed heartily at this.
This was another story Yang Fan "adapted," after seeing the basketball at the boy's feet.
A story "read" from the mind of a Carmenian.
Because he inadvertently displayed excellent spinning ball skills, the family was quick to believe this made-up tale.
"Bang!"
Johnson laughed and slapped the steering wheel: "Jack, you're a very interesting person. I like you!"
This was certainly not a confession.
It was just a straightforward expression of likes and dislikes.
Compared to the reserved and introverted Xia People of Eastern Great Xia, Carmenians express their emotions more directly.
Yang Fan sighed: "I heard some news a while back, Clark was killed by Poisonous Mosquitoes."
This is also a true story.
The person in the story even attended Clark's funeral.
Johnson "Oh'ed": "I'm sorry to hear that."
Yang Fan shook his head: "It's alright, I never really liked Clark anyway; I just think he died too senselessly."
Johnson nodded: "Mr. Jack, you're a very kind person."
Fenna followed: "I think so too."
The mother suddenly changed the topic: "I heard in Eastern Great Xia, they have an event called 'Mosquito Eradication by the People'."
"Great Xia has mobilized millions of civilians to regularly eliminate Poisonous Mosquitoes in each city."
"Great Xia has a population of 1.8 billion, yet very few people are bitten to death by Poisonous Mosquitoes."
"The Federation has 800 million people, but encounters with fatal Poisonous Mosquito bites are hardly news."
Fenna's words carried a hint of sarcasm: "Yet those high and mighty folks in the Azure Palace keep telling us that the Federation is still the strongest power on Canglan Star."
This family had been forced to relocate to a neighboring state to avoid Poisonous Mosquitoes, making them particularly sensitive to the matter.
The girl asked a question: "Why can't the Federation learn from Great Xia and start a comprehensive mosquito eradication campaign?"
The boy chimed in: "If someone organized to eliminate Poisonous Mosquitoes, I'd gladly join in daily!"
Yang Fan interjected: "That's why several major pharmaceutical companies in the Federation are developing medications for Poisonous Mosquito bites.
"So for the benefit of the pharmaceutical companies, mosquito eradication by the people is defined by the Azure Palace as an infringement on oilseeds."
Johnson nodded heavily: "Mr. Jack is absolutely right. Some people won't allow a large-scale mosquito eradication."
The boy cursed: "Everyone in the Azure Palace is a damned jerk!"
The girl nodded: "I couldn't agree more."
The young boy and girl looked at Yang Fan with a subtle change.
In their hearts, Mr. Jack is a very formidable person.
Not only does he possess mysterious abilities, but his personality is interesting and kind, with unique insights on many matters, making it hard not to admire him.
Just then.
Yang Fan's ear twitched.
He spoke urgently: "Mr. Johnson, I feel we can't stay on this road anymore. Is there another way nearby?"
The atmosphere in the vehicle became tense again.
Johnson didn't even ask why and decisively said: "I know there's a small road nearby, we'll take the small road!"
Quickly.
A junction appeared on the left ahead.
The pickup truck swung right into it.
It was a narrow dirt road, uneven along the edges, with many parts only as wide as two meters, barely wide enough for a single vehicle.
Johnson slowed the vehicle as much as possible, asking: "Mr. Jack, did you sense danger again?"
Yang Fan nodded: "I think I heard the sound of helicopters; I suspect they're from the Federation Military."
Johnson blurted out: "Is it related to that monster from earlier?"
Yang Fan nodded again: "The possibility is very high."
In fact, it's not "possible"—it's a "hundred percent sure," his intuition already provided the answer.
Yang Fan continued: "I have a feeling that if the military finds us, we might never make it home."
Johnson couldn't help but burst out with a curse: "Fxxk."
The family's expressions darkened slightly.
They truly didn't expect that moving homes would lead to encountering so much trouble.
Yang Fan glanced ahead, quickly saying: "There's a grove over there; let's drive the car into the grove."
Johnson immediately responded: "No problem!"
The pickup truck entered the grove at once.
Just as the vehicle came to a stop.
"Whoosh~"
The sound of whirring rotors rose up.
Johnson listened closely for a moment and whispered: "There seem to be quite a few helicopters, flying at low altitude, probably conducting a low-level search."
Yang Fan nodded: "They are probably looking for that monster."
Johnson was rather bold: "I'll get out to take a look."
Big Beard quickly pushed the door open and got out of the car, walking to the edge of the grove, glancing up at the sky for a few moments.
He returned inside the car and burst out another curse: "Fxxk, those flying up there are JICA bastards."
Fenna reminded: "Dear, the children are in the car, watch your language."
Johnson immediately apologized: "Okay, my fault."
He quickly added: "With JICA's style, if they find us, they'll likely lock us up."
Fenna looked frightened: "Mr. Jack, thank you so much for the warning."
The girl once more praised: "Mr. Jack, you are a good person."
Yang Fan waved his hand: "I mentioned earlier, I'm also trying to save myself."
Simultaneously.
He subtly activated a contingency plan.
*
Two kilometers away.
The recent crime scene.
In a patch of withered grass, a torn corpse suddenly moved its hands.
It was a victim.
Dragged out of the car by the monster, it was brutally torn in half and discarded nearby.
The corpse crawled several meters, found its lower half, and pieced itself together.
Masses of flesh buds emerged, intertwining, connecting the two parts of the corpse in this manner.
It groaned a few times, shakily climbed up, and sat in the grass.
Of course, this was Yang Fan's doing.
Simultaneously, it was the effect of the Life Decree.
The Johnson family absolutely couldn't imagine that the good man Mr. Jack in their eyes had secretly turned a corpse into a Living Dead.
According to normal moral values, this was undoubtedly a desecration of the corpse.
At this time.
The Living Dead sat unmoving, looking up at the sky, as if listening to the howling in the skies.
Before long.
Bright lights shone down.
The pickup truck with its front smashed and the large patches of blood on the ground were enveloped by the beams.
Two helicopters slowly lowered their altitude, landing in a relatively smooth area of the highway.
"Bang!"
A dull thud was heard.
The helicopter's landing gear made contact with the road surface.
A group of burly men in black uniforms jumped out of the cabin, carrying standard weapons, and rushed towards the pickup truck.
On the right upper arm of each uniform, there was a prominent emblem depicting a blue dragon.
This was the symbol of the Federation Intelligence Agency JICA.
These people were all agents from JICA's action department.
The agents surrounded the dilapidated pickup, shining tactical flashlights around, inspecting every corner of the vehicle.
An agent closely examined the torn-off top cover and said, "It must be the work of the 'Destroyer'."
Another agent sniffed and remarked, "The smell of blood is very fresh, the Destroyer should be nearby."
The team captain shouted, "The Destroyer is the Federation's latest modified weapon and a secret of the Federation.
"Immediately lock down this area, control everyone who witnessed the Destroyer."
"Yes!"
"Understood!"
The captain continued, "We..."
Before he could finish.
An agent suddenly raised his flashlight and exclaimed, "Boss, there seems to be someone in the grass over there."
The captain paused, instinctively looking over.
In the flashlight's beam, a figure with its head lowered was seen sitting in the grass about ten meters away.
The captain gestured, "Two of you go over and confirm this guy's identity."
Two agents gripped their guns tightly, quickly approached, while shouting.
"Hey! Buddy!"
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
The figure remained motionless.
The two agents stopped three meters away, raised their flashlights for a closer look, and realized something was amiss.
The figure was covered in blood, its head drooped to its chest, looking very bizarre.
An agent squinted, observing the figure's chest, and said, "This guy seems dead."
He stepped forward, reached out to grab the hair, trying to see the face clearly.
An unexpected change occurred.
The corpse suddenly moved, biting the agent's right hand.
"Ah~"
The agent let out a miserable scream.
The corpse's hands grabbed, swiftly hugging the agent's head, twisting it forcefully.
A "crack" sound was heard.
The agent instantly collapsed.
This sudden change stunned everyone.
The other agent beside, being the first to react, decisively pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang!"
Bullets poured from the barrel.
The Living Dead was hit several times, its body shook, then it bent down, running on all fours like an animal, vanishing into the darkness.
The captain's face darkened, cursing, "Damn it!"
The other agents looked terrified.
The corpse had come back to life, and attacked an agent, completely overturning their understanding.
The captain waved, "Check on Leonard."
The "Leonard" in this sentence naturally referred to the unlucky person attacked by the Living Dead.
A short agent immediately went over, squatted down to check Leonard's carotid artery.
The guy raised his head, sighed, "Boss, Leonard is dead."
Before the words were finished.
Leonard suddenly came back to life.
He opened his mouth, bit into the colleague's neck, and tore fiercely.
Blood sprayed out like a fountain.
The short agent's carotid artery was severed by this bite.
"Bang! Bang!"
Even denser gunfire erupted.
The agents fired at Leonard without hesitation.
Almost simultaneously.
A figure like a ghost suddenly rushed from behind the agents.
It was the Living Dead from earlier.
It hugged the captain from behind, viciously biting the back of his neck.
The scene descended into chaos.
Some agents turned to flee.
Some agents turned their guns toward the Living Dead.
*
In the distance.
Inside the pickup truck.
Yang Fan's lips curled slightly: "Gentlemen, I wish you an enjoyable evening."
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