Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 169

Chapter 169: This… might actually work

Santa Monica.

The sky was choked with dark clouds, the wind howled like a banshee, and the chaos of the day hadn’t yet settled. Zombies still roamed the streets, growling and snarling with unrelenting aggression.

On the outskirts of the city, Shrimpy led a small group of his underlings, moving cautiously through the darkness. After what had gone down earlier in the day, none of them dared to step foot back into the city.

Seafood was completely off the menu now. Instead, they were stuck scrounging for fat grasshoppers or rats in the barren wilderness to fill their stomachs.

“Shrimpy, I’m starving…” one of the underlings groaned, his voice low and guttural.

Shrimpy sighed, clearly just as miserable. “Hang in there. I’m starving with you, alright?”

“Shrimpy, do you think the boss is really… gone?” another zombie underling asked, his tone pitiful and uncertain.

Shrimpy shook his head, trying to sound reassuring. “Nah, I asked around earlier. Heard from a zombie who knows someone in Azure Scaled’s crew that the boss came from L.A. and already went back there. Apparently, Azure Scaled’s busy figuring out how to get revenge on him.”

“Oh… wonder who’s gonna win between those two,” the underling muttered, his voice trailing off.

The night wind howled across the open plains, carrying an eerie, mournful sound. The clouds above were so thick they seemed ready to burst into rain at any moment.

One of the zombie underlings, who had a particularly sharp sense of smell, suddenly sniffed the air. His nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of something carried on the wind—something that made his decayed stomach growl.

“Wait… I smell humans!”

“Huh?”

The other zombies turned to him, their faces skeptical.

“You’re just imagining things because you’re hungry. There’s no way humans would be in Santa Monica,” one of them scoffed.

“Don’t believe me? Look for yourselves!” The sharp-nosed zombie pointed into the distance.

Zombies had excellent night vision, and as Shrimpy and the others squinted into the darkness, they spotted five figures on the road leading into the city. Sure enough, there were humans—walking upright, their postures confident, their strides purposeful. They seemed to radiate an aura of strength as they emerged from the endless blackness.

“Whoa, there really are humans! I haven’t tasted human flesh in ages!” one of the underlings growled, his face twisting into a feral expression as if he was ready to pounce.

Smack! Shrimpy raised his hand and slapped the back of the underling’s neck hard. “Taste my foot, you idiot! Go eat dirt or something. These humans aren’t your average prey—look at them! Get your ass down and hide!”

Shrimpy’s evolved intelligence was clearly a cut above his underlings’.

He knew better than to mess with humans who dared to venture out at night, especially into Santa Monica—a place that had become a no-man’s-land for their kind. For humans, it was a death trap. No survivors, no supplies, just endless hordes of zombies and vicious mutated beasts.

If these humans had made it this far, they were way out of Shrimpy’s league.

Without hesitation, Shrimpy motioned for his crew to hide.

The humans on the road were none other than Griff’s squad. They had been tracking the trail of a monster, which had led them here. They had a plan—a risky one—to take down Ethan. And that plan involved striking a deal with Azure Scaled.

Shrimpy and his crew crouched in the shadows, watching as the humans headed toward the city.

Something about this didn’t sit right with Shrimpy. Humans entering the city was rare enough, but for it to happen right when Azure Scaled was gearing up to take on Ethan? The whole thing reeked of a setup.

“Let’s move!” Shrimpy whispered urgently, signaling his underlings to follow him as he started heading away from the city.

“Boss, where are we going?” one of them asked, confused.

“To find the real boss!” Shrimpy snapped, not slowing down.

…

Meanwhile, Griff’s squad had made it into the city. They were the only humans here, their eyes sharp and their movements cautious.

“Captain Griff, what if Azure Scaled refuses to work with us and sends a horde of zombies to take us out instead?” one of the women in the squad asked nervously.

Griff didn’t seem too worried. “Relax. He’ll cooperate. Unless… well, unless he’s a complete idiot.”

“Yeah, and even if he does try to ambush us, we can fight our way out,” the big guy at the back chimed in confidently.

At that moment, the squad’s second-generation cyborg scanned the area, his eyes glowing faintly green.

[Detected: Two B-class mutated sea serpents approaching. Distance: 160 feet… 100 feet… 60 feet… 30 feet…]

“Oh?” Griff turned his head toward the source of the alert. His gaze landed on a nearby building, where a massive hole had been torn into the wall. The interior was pitch black, but faint rustling noises echoed from within.

Something was definitely coming. And it was fast—covering over 30 feet per second.

…

In the next instant, a massive serpent’s head shot out from the dark hole. Its body was pitch black, its crimson eyes glowing with malice, and its gaping maw filled with razor-sharp fangs, ready to devour anything in its path.

Griff raised his hand with a commanding gesture, activating his rare spatial manipulation ability. The air in front of him twisted violently, radiating a powerful, tearing force.

Boom!

The enormous serpent’s head exploded on the spot, sending chunks of flesh and blood flying everywhere. A crystal core shot out from the carnage, spinning through the air.

On the other side of the squad, another sea serpent slithered rapidly, its body coiling with terrifying speed. It leapt into the air, lunging straight at the cyborg with its jaws wide open.

The cyborg, after running a series of calculations in milliseconds, calmly raised one hand and caught the serpent’s head with precision. Without hesitation, he unleashed his cryogenic ability.

Crack! Crack!

The serpent’s body froze instantly, its movements halting as its scales crystallized into a delicate layer of frost. Its once-black skin turned a pale, icy gray.

The frozen serpent plummeted from the air, crashing to the ground with a loud shatter. Its body broke into countless fragments, scattering across the ground like shards of glass.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

As the dust settled, slow, deliberate applause echoed from the darkness ahead. A tall figure emerged from the shadows, his silhouette imposing and his presence menacing.

Half-human, half-beast, with glowing amber eyes that pierced through the gloom—it was Azure Scaled. Behind him, a swarm of Aqua Zombies poured out, their grotesque faces twisted with malice, their eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

“Impressive…” Azure Scaled said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Griff met his gaze, unfazed. “If you wanted to test our strength, you could’ve just said so.”

“Oh? Straight to the point, huh?” Azure Scaled’s amber eyes glinted with a dangerous light. “Aren’t you afraid… that I might just kill you all right here?”

Griff’s expression didn’t waver. “Let’s be real. Keeping us alive is way more useful to you than killing us. But hey, if you’re feeling lucky, go ahead and try.”

Azure Scaled chuckled, nodding slightly. “You’re the first human to stand before me and talk like that. Gotta admit, you’ve got guts. So, tell me… what do you want?”

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend—at least for now,” Griff replied, his tone steady and confident. “We want to team up with you to take down the Zombie King of Los Angeles.”

Azure Scaled’s smirk deepened. He had already guessed their intentions the moment he saw their gear and demeanor. After all, he had just lost two of his top lieutenants, Dreadkelp and Bonefin, earlier today. And these humans? Their strength was leagues above his fallen subordinates—by more than just a little.

Having allies like this could definitely bolster his forces.

“You’ve clearly thought this through,” Azure Scaled said, his tone laced with curiosity. “Let’s hear it. What’s your plan to kill him?”

Griff nodded, his mind sharp and focused. “We’ve been observing the Los Angeles zombie nest for a while now. Their evolution rate is off the charts, and recently, they’ve added ten new bio-mutants to their ranks. Their strength is undeniable—taking them head-on would be suicide.”

He paused, then continued, laying out his strategy. “Our advantage is that the Zombie King doesn’t know about our squad. We’re in the shadows, and he’s out in the open.”

“You can launch a feint attack to draw his attention. While he’s focused on you, we’ll infiltrate his territory and assassinate his key subordinates. Once we’ve weakened his forces, we’ll strike together and take him down for good.”

Azure Scaled listened intently, his expression thoughtful as Griff spoke with calm authority.

This wasn’t just any group of humans—they were clearly professionals. An Operation King Hunt squad, no less. If anyone could systematically dismantle Ethan’s forces, it was them.

“This… might actually work,”

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