The Squad

"Can't believe it? It's the Behemoth?"

"Such a powerful strike and it still didn't die? This thing is too tough!"

"I told you, to kill a zombie you need to aim for the head, this mech pilot clearly has no experience!"

"What a waste of a good mech, if it were me, I would have won this in minutes!"

"Shut up, will you? Dare to show your skill level? How many zombies have you killed that you're bragging about?"

"The mech pilot has killed thousands of zombies right before my eyes. What have you contributed? Just bragging?"

The chat channel was nearly erupting into an argument. Many people were filled with despair.

It's over!

Even the armed mech can't defeat this giant zombie...

Is there any hope left for the others to survive?

In the video...

A gentle breeze blew...

The dust on the playground gradually settled.

Only then could everyone see clearly.

At the forefront was the body of the Behemoth, no doubt about it.

But it wasn't walking out.

It was being held aloft by the armed mech.

Since their sizes were almost the same,

The Behemoth almost completely obscured the armed mech!

The four arms of the armed mech were firmly grasping the body of the Behemoth.

Then, with a casual toss,

The giant zombie was flung heavily to the side!

"We won! We won!"

The audience in the chat channel erupted into enthusiastic shouts!

Cheering and jumping for joy!

The Behemoth was almost the strongest entity at this stage!

Less than a week into the apocalypse!

Someone had conquered the strongest zombie!

This left people shocked, but also filled them with renewed hope for survival!

"Those who said you need to chop off a zombie's head to kill it, come out and get scolded. Look, the giant zombie's head is intact, and it's still dead, right?"

"The armed mech pilot dared to clash head-on with the Behemoth, which shows that he had analyzed the monster's weaknesses!"

"You, just a spectator, what else can you do besides making snide remarks?"

"I bet he'd just feed himself to it. Let him go up and madly hack at the Behemoth's head, where it's not even a weak spot, and he wouldn't even know how he died! Hahaha!"

"Mech war god is badass!"

Henry waved the mechanical arm of the armed mech.

At this moment, sparks were continuously shooting out from the joints of the arm.

The Behemoth was indeed tough to handle.

Just in that lightning-fast moment of the charge, the Behemoth had managed to accurately grab the upper arms of the armed mech!

What kind of reflexes must it have had?!

Fortunately, that strike completely killed the Behemoth.

Otherwise, given the hand-to-hand combat between the armed mech and the Behemoth...

It wasn't certain who would have won the fight!

The armed mech, due to being overloaded, had some of its circuits scorched.

It emitted a pungent, burnt smell.

The control cabin also displayed a warning: Energy about to be depleted, will shut down in 20 minutes!

Henry pressed the exit button.

The tempered glass canopy slowly opened.

He immediately jumped out, gasping heavily on the ground.

Breathing in the fresh air!

The smell of burnt rubber inside the cockpit was too suffocating!

Meanwhile, the live broadcast on the chat channel suddenly interrupted.

The broadcaster hastily said:

"Damn, let's pause for a moment, I think I heard some zombies nearby!"

"We'll continue the broadcast when it's safe!"

On the other side of the broadcast channel.

A few people were hiding around the corner of a dormitory building.

They were also watching every move on the playground through the regional chat channel.

"The fight is over, and it looks like the armed mech malfunctioned; there's smoke all over the cockpit!"

"That's right, and the pilot seems completely exhausted, his clothes are drenched, probably from collapse!"

"Ha, foolish human, thanks for clearing the zombies from the playground for us!"

"Now, all these Energy Cores and other spoils of war are ours!"

A few people chuckled slyly and then slowly emerged from the shadows. As they walked, they began casually collecting the bodies of nearby zombies, finishing off any that were still barely alive. A man with a big beard led the way, wielding a dagger.

His objective was clear: kill Henry and then, before anyone else, recover the Behemoth's body! What's there to covet in the bodies of ordinary zombies? They're just ordinary Energy Cores! But a powerful zombie like the Behemoth would surely yield the richest resources.

"Who told you you could touch my stuff?" Henry also noticed these people. He slowly stood up, a chilling aura of murderous intent releasing from him. The air on the playground seemed to drop several degrees instantly.

"Your stuff?" "Once we kill you, even the supplies on you will be ours!" "You can operate an armed mech and kill such monsters..." "Surely you must have plenty of valuable loot on you, I'm actually quite looking forward to it!" The leader grinned.

Seeing Henry manage to stand, the others also circled warily. "Fools!" Henry's right hand extended, and a gleaming Katana appeared out of thin air. Of these people in front of him, aside from one at the physical limit, the rest were merely at strong levels. At that level, they couldn't even withstand a single strike from him.

"Go easy on them, need a live one to find out where their base is," Henry thought to himself.

Bang!

Before Henry could make his move, a bullet suddenly shot out from nowhere, striking precisely at the temple of the leader. Blood splattered as the massive body of the leader was knocked to the side and fell to the ground.

Bang, bang!

Two more shots followed. The shooter's aim was eerily accurate—two more men fell in response.

The remaining two men, seeing the situation turn dire, turned and ran. They cleverly zigzagged to evade the shots. However, such a movement pattern posed no difficulty for the shooter.

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out. The shorter man running in the front stumbled and fell to the ground.

Only one remained.

Terrified, he didn't dare to run; instead, he dropped to his knees on the ground, covering his head with his hands.

Bang!

The final gunshot sounded. The shooter had no intention of leaving any survivors.

Cling!

Henry, who had appeared beside the last man at some unknown point, deflected the bullet with his Katana. The man was pinned firmly to the ground under Henry's foot, unable to move an inch.

The fight was over.

It was then that a dozen soldiers dressed in camouflage uniforms slowly approached from the side. They were uniformly dressed and well-armed. The one who had been shooting from a distance was a woman with ear-length short hair and long legs.

She leaned out from the third-floor window of the academic building and made a light jump down. Her body floated gracefully to the ground without making a sound.

Her abilities had clearly reached the limits of human potential.