Chapter 507: Chapter 507: A Night in Shanghai

The vast Milky Way poured across the sky, with the bright moon illuminating the scarred earth.

The Base Commander, with a cold and distant expression, rode a small electric scooter, wobbling in one direction.

An icy pressure emanated from him, causing mutant animals to automatically retreat.

Among the zombies, the High Rank Zombies also automatically ignored the Base Commander, choosing not to provoke him.

High Rank Zombies could still distinguish what was food and who could kill them!

Only some brainless ordinary zombies would follow behind the Base Commander, snarling as they lunged at the electric scooter.

A flash of purple lightning streaked by, and the ordinary zombies fell to the ground, unable to get back up, completely turning into corpses.

The nights in Shanghai were not peaceful, with zombie howls frequently heard.

The roars of zombies came from all directions, and it was unknown when one might pounce.

The Base Commander did not show any trace of heat on his face, instead, a faint smile lingered.

In his pocket, wrapped in tissue, was the hair of Leng Yebai, the familial connection he had spent his life trying to find.

Once confirmed, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief and tell his wife, they found the child.

The Base Commander drove the electric scooter unhesitatingly towards the city center.

As he went further, fewer ordinary zombies chased the Base Commander, and finally, the streets became extremely quiet, with even zombie roars coming from afar.

This indicated the city center’s High Rank Zombies controlled the Low-Level Zombies.

Occasionally, the Base Commander could feel cold stares resting on him.

The stares belonged to High Rank Zombies, but the Base Commander wasn’t afraid at all, even glancing at the shadowy silhouettes of zombies inside the buildings.

Beneath the pouring moonlight, the Base Commander could see the distorted and twisted zombies inside, standing dumbly in the rooms, waiting to pour out upon command from the High Rank Zombies.

Sometimes, the Base Commander could also spot figures more agile and natural than typical zombies.

These were the High Rank Zombies.

The Base Commander even goodheartedly smiled at the High Rank Zombies.

The faint pressure emanating from him made the High Rank Zombies choose to ignore him.

They craved flesh but understood better than ordinary zombies that carelessness could cost them their crystal cores.

A man daring to wander Shanghai’s alleys full of zombies at night was certainly no ordinary person.

What is it like to weave through zombie-packed Shanghai at night?

The Base Commander found it acceptable, though the road was long, and with no zombies attacking him, it was somewhat boring.

He arrived unimpeded in front of a building.

This used to be an identification institution, where men and women frequently emerged, often grappling with each other.

If they were related, the woman would grab the man.

If not, the man would hit the woman.

The most common scenario was mutual brawling.

Grandfathers weren’t necessarily grandfathers; maternal grandfathers certainly were; there were both joyous and sorrowful outcomes.

Inside the building, it was quiet, but the Base Commander could sense the presence of zombies throughout.

Just sensing the intense rotting atmosphere, it was clear there were more zombies here than in other buildings.

The Base Commander calmly parked the electric scooter at the door and even locked it, casually putting the key in his pocket.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

A knocking sound echoed through the silent building.

The Base Commander was the one knocking.

This was his way of greeting the zombies inside.

I’m coming in.

You can either pretend not to see me and stay put.

Or we can have a fight.

In any case, the Base Commander had never been afraid of anyone.

This was truly a case of skill breeding courage.

The knocking reverberated several times, with still no response from inside.

The Base Commander simply pushed the door open and entered.

Upon entry, the decay was even more palpable, almost overwhelming him.

He glanced in one direction, vaguely seeing a rotted finger resting on a door frame.

The Base Commander paid it no mind and continued inside, climbing the stairs to the second floor.

The deeper he went, the stench became nearly suffocating.

In such a concentration of decay, even without a bite, prolonged exposure could make anyone howl.

The Base Commander held his breath, quickening his pace.

Quickly, he entered a room filled with equipment.

This was the place specifically for paternity testing.

Upon entering the room, the Base Commander closed the door, then carefully took out the tissue from his pocket.

Inside the tissue were two strands of black hair, and the Base Commander found the DNA testing machine, placing Leng Yebai’s and his own hair onto it.

No power.

The Base Commander frowned, rummaging through the room until he finally found a rechargeable battery.

He crouched down, softening the lightning in his hand, charging the battery.

Back at the safe base, he often charged batteries, becoming adept at it.

Once charged, he connected it to the device, which emitted a barely audible hum, beginning its work.

It would take three hours.

The Base Commander found a chair, sitting quietly, waiting for the result.

"Roar—"

At that moment, the roar of zombies echoed from outside the door.

The howl was close, almost seeping through the gap in the door.

The Base Commander, expressionless, stood from the chair and walked towards the door.

It seemed not all High Rank Zombies had discernment.

There were always a few zombies eager to see if they could win a fight.

The Base Commander was a High Rank Superpower User, and his flesh was a deadly lure for High Rank Zombies.

It could allow them to evolve into even higher ranks.

The Base Commander’s fingers touched the door handle, and a flash of purple lightning streaked along it.

Thud, thud—

The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground came from outside.

The Base Commander then opened the door, walked out of the room, and after leaving, closed the door again.

The machine continued to run.

The zombie howlings grew louder, with the entire building slightly trembling due to the chaotic sounds and footsteps.

The Base Commander stood quietly by the running equipment, wrapped in purple lightning.

Behind him was a door; before him, a pile of zombie corpses.

Initially, they were ordinary zombies, then First Rank, Second Rank, and even Third Rank Zombies.

In the purple lightning, all had their temples pierced, lying straight on the ground.

Some of these zombies were children, some institution staff in white coats, others parents with children for testing.

There were more men than women.

In a certain sense, men rather had it rough, never sure if they were wearing a green hat.