Chapter 1166: Section 717: Factory (Part 2)
Amidst the continuous sea of companions’ corpses, a zombie stood there bewildered. Its potential for spiritual energy rendered it immune to Malin’s psychic suggestion. Shocked by its comrades’ collective demise, it clutched its metal rod in a daze, feeling helpless and unsure of what to do.
Malin didn’t bother with it. Instead, he reached out to a young man on the ground who was struggling to breathe and used a healing spell to keep him alive.
The zombie still hadn’t come to its senses until bayonettes pierced it from behind—the soldiers forming the line once more spared no mercy for this lucky one.
Malin didn’t consider capturing this individual zombie immune to his suggestion to take it to the old dean for awakening. There were too many out-of-control bio-machines in the world to bother with just one more.
"Thank you, Sir," a middle-aged man covered in mud and blood approached. His temples had long turned gray, and his officer’s uniform was damaged in several places. His face was filled with surprise and the joy of narrowly escaping death. He took off the water bottle from his waist and handed it over, "Sir, it’s honey water, have a sip."
Malin indicated for him to check the trembling water bottle in his hand.
He glanced at the water bottle in his hand and only then noticed a bullet hole in it.
"Uh... my luck is pretty good," the middle-aged man said with a sense of humor despite the adversity.
This made Malin smile, and he casually flipped him a cigarette, "Hold your ground here, I’m going to help out at your adjacent defense line."