"Of course I remember~" A trace of hatred flashed in Elsa's eyes. She would not forget that it was the mutated second-level zombie that killed her comrades.
It's just that she didn't have the ability to kill that zombie at that time. Otherwise, she would have taken revenge long ago. But what did this man mean when he suddenly mentioned it?
"That zombie is very smart. When I went over with the armored vehicle, it may have sensed my presence and hid." If it weren't for this, Ethan would have killed it long ago.
Although the second-level zombie has a higher evolutionary intensity, it is not much stronger, and a powerful gun would still kill it. If it weren't for Elsa and the others who only had revolvers in their hands at that time, they wouldn't have been so passive.
The policewoman frowned. Had the zombies begun to evolve intelligence? Could it be that this virus was more than just a disaster—where should humanity go?
"Don't worry. Even if they evolve, there is a process of loss, and the later it is, the slower it becomes. It's not as scary as imagined, at least not yet. They can't withstand bullet attacks." Ethan hugged the girl's delicate body and put his hands on her soft breasts, squeezing the big melon several time.
Elsa's face turned red. She was very uncomfortable with the intimacy of a man, and her body twisted, but she was held firmly in Ethan's arms.
"If you want revenge, I can help you. The guns and equipment in the police station's arsenal—I brought them through armored vehicles. They're right in the basement of this building."
"Really?" Elsa was a little surprised. She had been afraid that she wouldn't have the opportunity to prove herself. After all, although her skills were good, she was not as strong as Ethan and relied more on guns and weapons.
"Of course. You can help train these women in the future. They haven't even touched a pistol—they need some ability to protect themselves." Elsa's heart stirred. Was this trust?
Or was Ethan testing her—letting her manage and teach those women how to use guns without fearing that they might threaten him?
Without mentioning what Elsa was thinking, Ethan left after making the arrangements, leaving her alone in the room...
On the fifth day of the apocalypse, most of the Earth had already fallen into chaos. Although order still existed, it could collapse at any time.
The communication system hadn't completely collapsed, but it was greatly affected, and the state was forced to activate a backup LAN to facilitate sending messages across the country.
On TV, almost all entertainment broadcasts had stopped. Only a few important programs still aired—news from across the nation, reports on zombie movements, and official notices from the national government...
Casually turning off the TV, Ethan yawned, feeling bored.
Rachel sat beside the sofa, lying comfortably on Ethan's lap like a little pet acting spoiled toward its owner, very attached to him.
"Running lazy again?" Ethan looked down at the girl lying between his legs with a smile.
"No, no, I just want to stay by the master's side~" Rachel said with a guilty conscience.
Although Ethan had ordered Elsa to take charge of training the personnel in the base—including teaching them to use firearms and exercise—Elsa was also very responsible, doing her best to teach them properly. Now it had begun to show results. They weren't exactly skilled, but at least they could shoot.
Ethan didn't want the women in the base to be mere decorations. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to manage the entire gathering place in the city. There would be more women later, and they would need to go out, kill zombies, and expand their power. It was better to start training now.
There were now about a dozen women in the hospital. Not all of them practiced or studied, but a few, such as Yana and Emily, were very interested.
Rachel, however, was lazier. Still, asking weak girls like them to go out and kill zombies was indeed difficult.
After all, compared to men, women were inherently weaker physically, and their combat ability was naturally far lower. Elsa was an exception, but Ethan didn't require them to be powerful—just capable of protecting themselves.
After all, even with guns and weapons, they weren't as powerful as those with special abilities. Ethan was particularly interested in the mysterious powers that only awakened in rare individuals—true supernatural strength, too strong to ignore.
"Okay, I already know what you're thinking~" Ethan pinched Rachel's little face.
"Eh... I'm sorry, master, I was wrong~" Rachel lowered her head in embarrassment, exposed by her master's sharp insight.
To put it bluntly, she just didn't like going out to kill zombies every day—getting covered in dust, feeling dirty, and facing danger. She preferred staying by her master's side and being pampered.
"If you know it's wrong, don't do it again. If I'm not here in the future, will you just wait to die when zombies appear? You don't want to be just a vase~"
"I'm sorry, master, I'll go find Sister Elsa now~" she said, hurrying downstairs.
Ethan looked at the scene below. The zombies around the hospital had been cleared by him in the past few days. It was now quite safe, with no major threats nearby.
In the open space, Elsa was slowly teaching a group of women how to use guns. As the saying goes, a sharpshooter is trained by bullets. The past few days of training had paid off—they were improving steadily. Elsa was an excellent instructor. Ethan's own marksmanship was fine, but he lacked the patience and time to teach others.
Walking downstairs, when the women saw Ethan approaching, they all knelt respectfully. They had been trained to do so—Rachel, Ethan's loyal subordinate, had taught the women in the base to show obedience.
Two didn't kneel. One was Emily; naturally, Ethan couldn't allow his sister to do that. The other was Elsa, who looked slightly embarrassed and couldn't bring herself to call him "master."
Although Rachel was unhappy with Elsa's behavior—in her view, anyone disrespectful to the master deserved punishment—she couldn't do anything. Elsa had been appointed by Ethan as a training instructor, and her position was high. Rachel could only complain to Ethan several times in private, feeling indignant.
Ethan wasn't in a hurry. Although the beautiful young police officer hadn't fully submitted, she had accepted this way of life. Sooner or later, she would become the sharpest blade in his hand, cutting through the world.
"Okay, get up~" he said, waving his hand for the women to rise.
"Sister, how's the training going?" Ethan walked directly to Emily, took her hand, and asked.
Emily froze slightly. Normally, she wouldn't think much of holding her brother's hand, but under the gaze of so many women, she couldn't maintain her usual calmness. Her cheeks flushed slightly.
Rachel stood behind Ethan, watching the scene. A sly smile curved her lips. Even if others didn't see it, she did—there was something between Ethan and his sister Emily, something neither of them understood.
While Rachel watched with amusement, a resentful gaze came from behind. "So it's this little brat…" she muttered, turning to see the short, cute girl Yana and curling her lips disdainfully.
Yana had suffered miserably under Rachel these past few days. All the dirty work had been dumped on her. Although Elsa occasionally looked out for her, Rachel and Emily ran the base, so Rachel could assign tasks however she pleased.
Yana didn't resist. With her limited skills, it would've been useless. Leaving the base wasn't an option either—she wouldn't survive out there. So she could only stay, silently bearing her resentment...
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