Tumors As Fists

It "Ah, how can there still be zombies here!"

The only female among the triplets had just stepped into the honey shop and was startled, turning around wanting to run away.

"Don't be afraid, there are only three or four, lets just clean them up real quick!"

The young man who followed her into the shop said.

This person was tall and sturdy, dressed in a coffee-colored jacket, holding a sharpened steel pipe in his hand.

"Tom, James , Jenny… "

The steel pipe-wielding youth entered the honey shop, calling out seven or eight names in one breath.

Then he pointed at Chad, saying very assertively, "This zombie is a bit strange, not a regular zombie. Everyone, follow me and take down this zombie first!"

"Brother, by saying that, you're narrowing your own path."

Chris realized these survivors really intended to cause trouble.

They saw his zombie subordinate as a hindrance, planning to clear it out.

Naturally, he couldn't let Chad just sit and wait for doom. He had already secretly ordered Michael, Chad, and others to hurry over here.

At the same time, he had also sent to a newly enhanced low-tier Venom Zombie, and John, a Swift Zombie, from the bank to the honey shop.

However, Chad was indeed extraordinary among the remaining four zombies in the honey shop.

Because the other zombies were of ordinary stature, no different from the survivors.

Only Chad, glowing faintly green and with two massive tumors instead of hands.

"Captain Tom, be careful, this zombie looks like the leader of the honey shop zombies, right?"

The man in grey among the triplets reminded.

"Big brother, when did zombies have leaders? You think this is an online game?"

The nearly-escaped sister said somewhat disbelievingly.

"Then, sister, why is this zombie so different from the others?"

The grey-clothed brother said, "Even if it's not the leader, it's definitely a boss among the zombies. Look at those tumors on its fists, we can't underestimate it."

"Hmm, James is right, everyone follow me and be careful!"

Captain Tom agreed with the man in grey.

If he hadn't found Chad, the zombie, to be particularly special, he wouldn't have instructed his team to focus fire on it.

And as these survivors entered the honey shop one after another, Chad, controlled by Chris, hadn't reacted yet, but the other three ordinary zombies started growling.

They sensed fresh flesh and blood, a group of it.

This excited them immensely, not having the brains to think if they were a match for the survivors, and they pounced fiercely.

"Captain, you go for the zombie leader, we'll take care of these three ordinary zombies!"

Another tall man in the team stepped forward, holding a black combat axe, and along with four or five team members, they intercepted the three zombies.

Captain Tom and the seven or eight people he called by name, bypassing these three foolish zombies, quickly approached Chad.

At this time, Michael, John, and Tim, the three Swift Zombies, had already run near the honey shop due to their speed.

But Chris had given them a new order: Hide outside the shop and don't come in for now!

Because Chris also wanted to see just how much damage Chad, the Hammer Fist Zombie, could withstand.

However, he was a bit afraid of pain, so he temporarily released control over Chad.

He handed over body control, then ordered Chad to engage the survivors in combat.

And Chris just used Chad's vision to observe from the shadows.

Chad took a step forward, fists splayed open like two small shields in front of him, advancing towards the survivors.

Meanwhile, Captain Tom and his teammates also raised their weapons, striking at Chad's hammer fists.

"Bang!"

"Clang!"

"Snap!"

A series of dense collision sounds ensued.

Captain Tom's weapons did hit Chad's hammer fists.

But to everyone's surprise, their weapons couldn't even break the skin on the hammer fists, only leaving a few white marks before being repelled.

"So hard?"

Captain Tom widened his eyes, looking at the steel pipe in his hand, shocked to find its sharply honed head had actually curled up.

This was unexpected; they thought the tumors would be easily pierced.

Even if not pierced, at least make a small cut!

But instead of giving face, the zombie damaged Captain Tom's weapon.

Apart from Captain Tom's sharpened steel pipe, the weapons in the other team members' hands varied greatly.

Some held kitchen knives, some fire axes, and others shovels, a variety of weapons.

But without exception, these ordinary steel weapons couldn't harm Chad's hammer fists.

Chris was also extremely surprised.

He had already decided he could sacrifice Chad to see how the hammer fists fared.

Once Chad's hammer fists were destroyed by the survivors, he would have Michael and others rush in, capturing the group that dared to bully his zombie subordinates.

But now, these people seemed too weak, or rather, Chad, the Hammer Fist Zombie, was too strong.

"Even a low-tier Hammer Fist Zombie is this defensively monstrous, what about a mid-tier Meat Shield Zombie? Is it all tumors like the hammer fists?"

Chris speculated internally.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Just then, James, the survivor holding a kitchen knife, suddenly shouted, alerting everyone.

Everyone had been stunned by Chad's astonishing defense, somewhat dazed.

But Chad didn't hesitate; he raised his huge hammer fists, aiming to smash Captain Tom, the closest to him.

Unfortunately, Jame's timely warning allowed Captain Tom to react, swiftly dodging to the side, avoiding the hammer strike.

"Boom!"

Chad's hammer fist hit empty air, but it smashed the tiled floor into a large pit, scattering broken stones and tile fragments.

"Damn!"

Captain Tom broke into a cold sweat.

If he had been hit, it would have been certain death!

Fortunately, the zombie's speed was no different from ordinary zombies, and the timely warning from his teammate allowed him to dodge.

"Captain, what do we do? This zombie is tough, its fists are impenetrable."

A team member asked anxiously.

The others also spread out, avoiding getting smashed by Chad's fists.

They all looked palely at Captain Tom, waiting for him to make a decision.

"Try again, if it doesn't work, we retreat!"

Captain Tom gritted his teeth: "Don't hit its meat tumors of the fists, aim for its head and legs!"

A zombie's weakness is the head, a common knowledge in the apocalypse.

Hitting its legs could incapacitate the zombie, so even if they couldn't breach its defense, they wouldn't have to worry about being smashed to pulp.