Rotting Land: Survive-Chapter 414 - 412: Purgatory on Earth (Part 2)

"Damn! Bastards! Get the hell out of the way!" Seeing the road ahead blocked, Zhao Huilong was as frantic as an ant on a hot pan, his large hands continuously banging on the horn.

"Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!"

No one paid him any mind, the frenzied crowd continued to push forward as they pleased.

With no other choice, Zhao Huilong shifted gears to reverse, and the mechanical push quickly knocked over several fleeing citizens, including a young child who had been separated from their mother and was mercilessly crushed under the wheels.

"Goddamn it! I’ll kill you all! I’ll kill you all!" Roaring, he pushed the gas pedal, the clutch screeching like a boiler.

In his desperate bid for escape, Zhao Huilong had undoubtedly lost all humanity, even his last shred of conscience was completely abandoned.

But people act, and Heaven watches!

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be proverbs like "reaping what you sow" and "evil begets evil."

Quickly, Zhao Huilong found that his van, which had barely managed to back up, stopped abruptly.

The wheels kept slipping with a "ririri" sound, while several mangled corpses were caught right where the wheels needed to go.

Zhao Huilong stubbornly kept pressing the pedal, the engine roaring louder and louder.

He failed to realize that his recent acts of "slaughter" had silently incited the crowd’s anger.

More crucially, his van was something others eyed jealously.

So... the furious crowd instantly surrounded the van, and by the time Zhao Huilong snapped back to reality, the van’s body was already trembling violently.

"Fuck you all! Get the fuck out of my way, you bastards! Do you believe I’ll kill you?"

His eyes red with rage, Zhao Huilong couldn’t tolerate the arrogance of these "ants" who should have been beneath his feet.

He was about to get out and argue with these "rabble," but a violent jolt made him realize the crisis was upon him.

"Damn it! What are you doing? Are you crazy? Stop now! Stop now, do you hear me?!"

At this critical moment, it would be a miracle if anyone heeded Zhao Huilong’s curses.

At the very least, before he started his reckless collisions, people might have spared him some "face," but now... after venting his rage like that, daring to act so arrogantly, he clearly underestimated the crowd’s power.

It’s one thing to trample us when you’re "in power," but flaunting your strength now demands you taste our wrath!

This is what people think when on the brink of life and death, their docile nature gradually fading as they approach demise, replaced by months of pent-up frustration.

The crowd erupted! Zhao Huilong finally deeply understood the greatness of the crowd’s power.

His time of consuming, oppressing, and exploiting had come to an end, now it was payback time.

The van gradually tilted to 90 degrees, and inside, Zhao Huilong hurriedly unclipped his seat belt, trying to escape before the vehicle fully flipped.

But his tense emotions and clumsy movements doomed his "heroic" escape attempt.

Thus, the miserable Zhao Huilong watched himself do a 180-degree turn from top to bottom.

"Bang!" The vehicle hit the ground, surrounding windows shattering into fragments from the impact.

One might think this would end the violence, but the reality was...

With the door blocked and no way to flee, the crowd, partially insane, placed blame for Scar’s earlier gun violence squarely on Zhao Huilong.

Of course, it’s not surprising that the crowd wanted to beat the fallen; after all, they’d aim for the soft target, and wasn’t it also because Zhao Huilong was cowed by death?

If he had sided with Scar earlier, he might not have ended up in such a dismal state now.

It’s said that one should take responsibility for their misdeeds.

With a "crack," the spider-webbed tempered glass shattered into pieces under forceful kicks.

Upon hearing this shatter, Zhao Huilong’s heart sank to ice, struggling to release his seat belt, yet the excruciating pain in his right leg made any extraneous actions impossible.

With no options, he could only roar fiercely, hoping the remnants of his past power could scare off these "mobs."

However, he clearly overestimated his might. Setting aside the crumbled base government, even in the past, Zhao Huilong was merely a clown-like figure.

A large hand reached through the window, gripping his collar, and a moment later, more hands followed, tugging at his chest with simultaneous force.

"Ah!" The uncontainable pain from his injured right leg tormented Zhao Huilong as if life were worse than death.

He shrieked in agony, shouting curses at the mobs’ brutality.

"Damn it! Let me go! Ah! My leg! Let go! My leg is trapped!"

"Crack!" Zhao Huilong could feel his leg bone break clearly, but no one cared.

The crowd, with eyes bloodshot, unleashed all their anger on Zhao Huilong.

"This bastard caused all of this!"

"Pull him out! Beat him to death!"

"Throw him to feed the Zombies!"

His right leg was dragged and torn apart by the crowd, and by the time Zhao Huilong was pulled from the vehicle, his right leg was already a bloody mess.

Yet even so, it didn’t quench the crowd’s fury.

Fists rained down on him, toes whipped his flesh like lashes, Zhao Huilong stared blankly at the ferocious faces in front of him, unable to fathom how these usually kind and meek people could transform into such Demons.

But had Zhao Huilong ever considered, was it not scoundrels like him who pushed these mild-mannered people to such madness?

Soon enough, Zhao Huilong was beaten black and blue, his clothes stripped clean, now like a skinned pig waiting for slaughter, his fate merely a matter of time.

His body twitched slightly, and Zhao Huilong, with his awareness fading, his lips trembled as if pleading, but his swollen cheeks could no longer support any sound, his life nearing its final countdown.

Yet, at this crucial moment between life and death, cries erupted from the crowd, as the Zombies were drawn by the scent of blood and the mass of people. The undead army found a new feasting ground, a horde of "beasts" advancing towards the south gate, and the fall of the base was imminent... (To be continued. If you like this story, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it with recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)