Apocalypse Rebirth: Beauties Surround Me

Chapter 242: I’m sending you to your death, of course

"Sorry for the spectacle," Mason took a deep breath, turned around, and smiled at Elijah. "Zoe was just overly excited, but her idea isn’t bad. If we can lure that female zombie up, you can kill her, right?"

"Yes, but I have a question," Elijah said calmly. "What if I kill the female zombie, and you don’t give me the truth about the zombie virus outbreak? Or what if you give me false information? How will I know?"

"If you can really kill the female zombie, with your strength, we wouldn’t have any way to resist if we didn’t give you the information, right? As for the truthfulness of the information... I can only tell you that it comes from the military and is absolutely reliable!" Mason said with a serious and earnest expression.

"Really?" Elijah glanced at Mason’s waist, remaining noncommittal.

At that moment, Elijah missed Wendy’s mind-reading ability.

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If he had that ability, he could read their minds and find out the truth about the virus outbreak without all this hassle, without fighting a third-tier female zombie.

Elijah now seriously doubted the truth of their words.

But their words reminded him that if they were weaker than him, he could easily control them.

Why go through the trouble of fighting a female zombie for an uncertain piece of information?

"It’s true! One of our classmates’ father is a high-ranking military leader. He sent word before the zombie virus outbreak, telling her to stock up on food and find shelter..." Mason quickly added, fearing Elijah wouldn’t believe him.

When Elijah heard this, a sudden flash of insight struck him. "The classmate you’re talking about, is she the female zombie in the lake?"

"How do you know?" Mason’s face showed a trace of panic, but he forced himself to stay silent. However, Zoe, standing behind him, instinctively exclaimed.

"Did she turn into a zombie because you guys coveted her food and drove her to death?" Elijah chuckled with a hint of sarcasm.

He didn’t expect an answer, but seeing the panicked expressions of the group, he already knew.

He had seen this kind of thing too many times in his past life. In the face of hunger and survival, human morality is like used toilet paper—easily discarded.

"We had no choice. She had so much food. Couldn’t she share a little with us?" "Yeah, we were starving, and she wouldn’t give us even a bit. She kept saying she didn’t have any food..." "Zoe saw her buy a lot of food and hide it..." "And she knew about the virus outbreak but didn’t tell anyone. She just hoarded food for herself. So selfish..."

As the group spoke one after another, Elijah clicked his tongue in disdain. "Tsk, there it is."

"These people are so weird. Why should she give them her food?" Abigail tilted her head, utterly baffled.

"Some people think the world revolves around them. If someone they’re not close to doesn’t tell them something or give them something, it’s that person’s fault for being selfish. They never think, why should that person give them anything? They think they’re a flower, but they’re really just a pile of dung," Elijah said, then slashed his spear.

"Bang!" The glass door shattered with a loud noise.

"What are you doing?" The group was startled by Elijah’s sudden action. Mason immediately pulled out a gun and pointed it at Elijah.

"What am I doing? I’m sending you to your death, of course!"

Elijah sneered, completely indifferent to Mason’s gun. With a sudden burst of terrifying power, he instantly closed the distance between them and appeared right in front of Mason.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Mason, shocked by Elijah’s incredible speed, instinctively pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several gunshots rang out in quick succession. To everyone’s astonishment, Elijah merely dodged the bullets with a few swift movements. Then he grabbed Mason’s gun-wielding hand and twisted it sharply.

Mason let out a blood-curdling scream as his arm was grotesquely bent, with bone fragments protruding from his skin.

The gun slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor, where Elijah kicked it towards Abigail.

Abigail picked up the gun, examining it curiously. "It’s a real gun, not a toy," she muttered.

Meanwhile, the people behind Mason screamed in terror.

"Murder! He’s killing him!" "Let go of Mason!" "You... You’re breaking the law!"

Some of them cowered in fear, while others tried to berate Elijah, but none dared to approach him.

"Murder? Breaking the law? As if you haven’t done the same! That female zombie outside—you’re all complicit, aren’t you?" Elijah scoffed disdainfully.

"Why? We have no enmity! Just because of that bitch outside?" Mason, with his arm broken and slumped on the ground, looked up at Elijah with sweat pouring down his face from the pain.

"Who said we have no enmity? You lured us here from miles away, risking our lives along the way, nearly getting us killed, only to find there is no research institute. Now you want to trick us into killing that dangerous female zombie and claim your gun is a toy? You think we’re fools? Isn’t that enough reason for enmity?" Elijah said coolly.

"We really do know the truth about the zombie virus outbreak!" Mason cried out, enduring the pain.

"Yes, we really do!" Zoe chimed in urgently.

"Is that so? Then tell me first, and I’ll help you deal with the female zombie outside," Elijah smirked.

"Will you keep your word?" someone in the group suddenly shouted.

Elijah glanced at the speaker. "Of course, I keep my word. To show my sincerity, I’ll heal Mason’s hand first."

"Heal... heal?" The group stared in confusion at Mason’s mangled arm. How could that be healed?

Ignoring them, Elijah knelt down and took Mason’s arm. Mason winced in pain, gasping for breath.

"Don’t worry, it’ll be fine soon," Elijah said with a grin, then suddenly adjusted Mason’s exposed bones.

"Ah!" Mason screamed in agony, his piercing cry sending shivers down everyone’s spine. But the next moment, they witnessed something miraculous.

Elijah focused, his eyes narrowing as he channeled a surge of his healing energy into Mason’s arm.

Slowly, the exposed bones began to align and fuse, the wounds closing and the skin mending. Within moments, Mason’s arm was fully restored.

Mason stared in disbelief, flexing his fingers and rotating his wrist, the pain gone and his arm completely healed.

The group, previously full of fear and skepticism, now looked at Elijah with a mixture of awe and hope.

"Now," Elijah said, standing up, "tell me everything you know about the zombie virus outbreak. If your information is good, I’ll take care of that female zombie for you."