Chapter 5, The Final Victim

At the moment he killed Chekhov, a cool breath flowed into his palm along the black dagger, and the egg-shaped pattern in the center of his right palm, which had transformed from the "death list," actually twitched slightly

Originally, this team consisted of more than fifty individuals, with over twenty being federal soldiers and a dozen or so being research personnel from the base, which is four times the number of death row inmates. Aside from a very few who are hiding in the corners of the base, they have already encompassed the vast majority of the survivors

At that moment, Chekhov suddenly noticed that the faces of the prisoners in the distance changed slightly, and they all revealed strange smiles, mockingly looking at him as if they were watching a good show

As time passed, this survivor team, which had dwindled to only twelve or thirteen members, finally entered the exit corridor of the base from the safe staircase. This corridor is approximately seven meters wide and over thirty meters long, with an automatic conveyor track on the ground; however, the conveyor track is now inoperative.

Now, under the stimulation of this refreshing breeze, the "death list" seems to have awakened, emitting a rhythmic pulse, as if another small heart had emerged in the palm of Qin Lun's hand

Cough, cough! Little Lian, who had escaped from Chekhov's grasp, lay on the ground, coughing repeatedly

The crimson glow in Qin Lun's eyes quietly receded, and with a blank expression, he wiped the dagger across Chekhov's body twice before returning to the corner of the wall, closing his eyes. However, a storm of emotions surged within him.

Chekhov's height is estimated to be around 2 meters, with a broad back and a sturdy build, weighing at least 240 pounds, standing there like a wall. Although his muscles are not as developed as those of the disciple Hansen, they are well-defined, and he is not an overweight man. Compared to the most slender prisoner, the transgender Lily, the difference is akin to that between a child and an adult

Although there are many murderers among this death row team, there are still distinctions between them. This distinction is primarily reflected in the federal assessment of the danger level posed by each murderer, which serves as the criterion for evaluating one murderer against another.

In the following few floors of the corridor, this mixed team encountered several waves of zombies again. However, compared to a team of more than ten people, the small number of zombies did not pose a threat of blocking the passage. Only two federal soldiers, who were used as shields, died, and all the prisoners were injured.

The three corpses seem insufficient for over a hundred zombies to share! A fierce-looking bald man in the death row team revealed a sinister smile, saying, "It would be best to have a few more useless ones to contribute a bit more to everyone."

"I’m sorry! Whenever I encounter danger, Joy will appear..." Qin Lun's gaze dimmed as he patted the back of the light beauty, speaking softly.

Lin Feng cast a pale glance at Chekhov's corpse, discreetly supporting the young nurse as they shrank into the corner. Regarding Qin Lun's sudden act of violence, he felt an indescribable sense of strangeness in his heart

Do not stray too far from me!" Qin Lun glanced at the distant group of death row inmates, which was somewhat eerily dispersed, and said softly

You ... ... " Chekhov was taken aback, his face contorted into a mass of flesh.

After the team emerged from the safe staircase, zombies at the other end of the corridor in the base's ground floor hall had already noticed them and began to approach slowly with their shuffling steps. The ground floor hall was quite spacious, with nearly a hundred zombies present, far more than the injured prisoners could fend off.

During this period of fighting against the zombies, the prisoners have discovered that these zombies are neither infected by a virus nor possess any semblance of intelligence, leaving only the instinct to feed. As long as there is "food" present near them and the *pictures*, they will even ignore others at a distance.

The iron gate at the exit of the corridor is over 10 centimeters thick and exceptionally heavy. Although it is equipped with pulleys at the bottom, pushing it open is not an easy task.

With his eyes closed in meditation, Qin Lun was not someone to provoke. Lin Feng had also changed into prison attire, and he appeared to have no significant injuries. However, the light beauty dressed in a nurse's uniform seemed to be the best target at the moment

At this moment, the prisoners standing behind the last three federal soldiers exchanged glances, each revealing a sinister smile. They quietly raised the daggers in their hands and fiercely plunged them into the lower backs of the three federal soldiers

When it comes to the number of murders, among this death row team, disciple Hansen considers himself second, and perhaps no one would dare to claim the first position. After all, he comes from a mercenary background, and even during his time as a Boy Scout, he was already stained with blood. This is also why the Federal District 91 has imprisoned him in the highest level of the cell block.

The death row inmates themselves are fighting for survival, battling the zombies fearlessly and without hesitation in close combat, resorting to any means necessary for survival. They fought their way from the control hall of the base to the safe passage, and although everyone was injured, only a few lost their lives, while they managed to gradually gain control over the dwindling numbers of the Federation side

The Russian man felt a chill in his heart and immediately realized something was amiss. He suddenly turned his head to look back. Out of the corner of his eye, he instantly noticed that, at some point, a ghostly figure was silently standing behind him. The figure's pupils glowed with two bright spots of blood red, like the ghostly flames that abruptly appear in hell, quietly staring at him.

After entering the exit passage, Qin Lun could no longer support himself and sat down in the corner of the passage. He had lost too much blood, his face was completely pale, and cold sweat continuously dripped from his forehead

Ah! Little Lian fearfully kicked her legs wildly, but her small fists only struck Chekhov, as if a dragonfly were trying to shake a tree, having no effect whatsoever on the Russian giant.

Xiao Lian's beautiful face was swollen and purple, her mouth gaping open like a dead fish, and her eyes slowly turned white, as if she were about to be crushed to death by Chekhov.

Ah! Three short, sharp cries rang out simultaneously as these federal soldiers, their faces filled with hatred, collapsed to the ground. The prisoners dragged them by one leg and tossed them to the other end of the corridor, blocking the way in front of the pile of corpses

Upon seeing Chekhov discover him, Qin Lun immediately revealed a sinister smile, and his right hand, which was behind his back, swung swiftly.

Let's go, we have fallen behind! Seeing Qin Lun return to normal, Lin Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief; the pressure beside Qiao Yi was too great, and the tension in his heart was about to snap.

After joining the group, several individuals learned quite a bit about the situation of this mixed team through intermittent conversations with the half-human, half-demon Lily. It turned out that the death row inmates who had escaped from the prison area, after obtaining some knives and weapons in places like the cafeteria, were gradually driven to the control hall of the base by scattered zombies, where they encountered the surviving researchers and federal soldiers of the base

This bald man is named Chekhov, a mafia boss of Russian descent, and also a serial killer, nicknamed "Chameleon"

Hmph! The flesh on Chekhov's face twitched slightly as he let out a cold snort and averted his gaze

The Russian prisoner, with a face full of flesh, cast a fierce gaze at the others, his eyes first landing on the smallest person, the transgender individual Lily. Feeling the brutal stare of Chekhov, Lily shuddered and looked to her side for help from her disciple, Hansen

Only by pushing open the subway door with the * picture * book do they have a glimmer of hope

At the moment of the incident at the base, Qin Lun had once "seen" a simple tablet computer storing the information of death row inmates, which was essentially his "death list," fused with an orange-yellow polyhedral crystal. At that time, he was merely curious, and during the process of contact, the "death list" merged into the palm of his hand

The burly Russian man opened one large hand like a fan, gripping Xiaolian's neck and lifting her into the air like a chick.

In the beginning, the federal soldiers were the largest group; however, while they had to care for the physically weak research personnel at the base, they were also fearful of being infected by the zombie virus. This led them to hesitate in battle, gradually becoming isolated and consumed by the hordes of corpses. Once their numbers dwindled to a certain extent, they ultimately became the shield for the prisoners.

Seeing that no one else responded, Chekhov squinted slightly and tore apart the already tattered prison uniform, revealing the bluish-purple tattoos that covered his upper body, which is also the source of his nickname "Chameleon"

"Great Demon King, how are you doing!" Xiao Lian squatted in front of Qin Lun, asking with concern

The reason lies in the fact that the targets of other serial killers are often ordinary people. However, since Qin Lun entered Handan Maximum Security Prison, the vast majority of his victims have been death row inmates, and he has even included some other notorious serial killers among them

The Russian prisoner gazed at Qin Lun with a hint of apprehension, but upon seeing the timid, petite figure beside the killer, he finally broke into a wide, cruel smile and strode forward.

As for another murderer of the same level in the third tier of the cell block, it is Qin Lun, known as "The Dissector" Joey Foster. Qin Lun's situation is different from Hansen's; although his number of victims is not particularly high compared to other murderers, the danger level assessed by the United Library is no less than that of the disciples

The disciple smirked slightly, stepping forward without making a sound, positioning himself in front of Lily, and casting a cold gaze towards the "Chameleon" Chekhov. The two demons' eyes met, igniting a fierce spark in the air.

Haha! Chekhov excitedly licked his lips, a hint of ferocity gleaming in his eyes, as he applied a slight pressure with his hand

Although the little nurse was huddled beside Qin Lun, Chekhov was confident that the severely injured "dissector," who was already on the brink of death, would not concern himself with the life or death of a base nurse.

"Lord Qin Lun, wuwuwu, Sister Hu Fei is dead..." Xiao Lian, with her thick nerves, hugged Qin Lun's neck tightly and began to sob pitifully

Chekhov's distorted expression froze on his face, and his pair of bull-like eyes, staring at Qin Lun, gradually lost their luster. His massive body fell to the ground with a loud "bang," stirring up a cloud of dust.

A black flash seemed to streak through the corridor, resembling a black dagger with the shape of a sharp blade, entering the left temple of the Russian giant and exiting through the right temple, piercing his bald head completely from left to right

The best way to block them is not to fight, but to place a corpse in front of them; in this way, everyone else will be safe until the food is completely consumed

Having spoken, he closed his eyes to rest and no longer paid attention to Xiao Lian

Realizing that he could not take action against Lily, Chekhov's fierce gaze swept around once more, finally focusing on Qin Lun and the other two.

The infamous name of "The Dissector" Joy Foster is a taboo even among death row inmates, and can be described as the killer of killers. This is also why, upon recognizing Qin Lun's identity, the transgender individual Lily nearly wet her pants, and even the disciple Hansen was unwilling to walk alongside Qin Lun