Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 259

Chapter 259: RUN!
After an all-out war against the mosquitoes, the Zombie Kings were still complaining.

“Where the hell did all these mosquitoes come from?”

“No idea…”

“I was just by the river, eating some fish, and out of nowhere, I got bitten.”

“I saw them flying in from the direction of San Bernardino. Maybe it’s something the humans are experimenting with.”

“Yeah, that sounds pretty likely…”

“…”

Ethan was deep in thought.

Would humans really be experimenting with mosquitoes?

If they were messing around with mutant mosquitoes today, who’s to say they wouldn’t be working on a mutant Godzilla tomorrow?

That would be like your neighbor catching a bunch of mosquitoes and then releasing them inside your house.

Yeah, no. Ethan figured he needed to check this out.

What exactly were the humans up to lately?

…

That night.

The moon hung high, stars scattered sparsely across the sky.

Ethan left his home, following the direction the mosquitoes had come from. He moved through the darkened streets, heading straight toward the ruins of San Bernardino.

The place was a wreck. Some buildings had already collapsed, leaving behind nothing but desolation.

But then—

A sudden streak of light tore through the night sky, cutting through the darkness as it shot in from the distance, descending straight into San Bernardino.

No doubt about it—that was a Genesis Biotech manned aircraft.

“So there is something going on…”

Ethan stepped out from the cover of the trees and slipped into the city, making his way toward the landing site.

The streets were dark, eerily quiet, with only a few zombies wandering aimlessly.

Ethan passed by them effortlessly—he was used to this by now.

A few moments later—

The area ahead opened up. Many of the ruined buildings had been completely leveled, leaving behind only faint tire tracks in the dirt.

Genesis Biotech had a habit of salvaging steel from old buildings, refining it with other elements to create alloys for weapons, vehicles, and other equipment.

With no buildings blocking his view, Ethan could see everything clearly.

His gaze locked onto the landing site—a temporary encampment surrounded by barbed wire.

A few Awakeners patrolled the perimeter.

Inside the camp, floodlights swayed, illuminating the area brightly.

Just then, another aircraft lifted off, shooting into the sky like a streak of light, piercing through the darkness before vanishing beyond the horizon.

“What the hell are they up to?” Ethan wondered.

Were they transporting supplies?

That type of manned aircraft was one of Genesis Biotech’s high-tech creations, only deployed for long-distance transport.

Its design was incredibly intricate, and it didn’t run on gasoline or electricity like conventional vehicles. Instead, it was powered by crystal core energy.

To put it in perspective—it burned through a B-grade crystal core every hundred miles.

And it had to be piloted by an Awakener to function properly.

The upside? It was fast, nearly silent, and highly efficient…

“If they’re using these for transport, then it’s definitely not just ordinary supplies.”

Ethan’s curiosity deepened. Without hesitation, he activated his Domain of the Dead, slipping past the patrolling guards and infiltrating the temporary camp undetected.

Inside, more than a dozen aircraft were parked.

A large number of humans were unloading cargo from them—heavy alloy cages, so massive that it took two Awakeners with fully developed Neurocores to lift each one.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, his expression shifting to one of surprise.

Because inside those cages… were bizarre, grotesque creatures.

A two-headed, eight-legged mutant dog.

A rat the size of a barrel, with two rows of gleaming eyes.

A spider with a human face—and wings.

These creatures weren’t just mutated; they had undergone multiple rounds of mutation and fusion.

Some of them were so twisted and unnatural that Ethan couldn’t even tell what they were supposed to be—an unholy mix of different animal traits, stitched together into something indescribable.

It was obvious now.

These mutant beasts had been captured in Japan by Jacob, who was now having them transported back in batches.

He must have realized that he had no chance of obtaining a Radiant Crystal on his own.

So instead, he decided to capture as many mutated creatures as possible to bring back—just to have something to show for his efforts.

“Careful! Don’t let that human-faced spider bite you—its venom is insanely strong,” one of the workers warned.

The other nodded quickly.

“Yeah, it looks terrifying enough. I wonder if its venom would even work on zombies.”

“Haha, we’ll find out soon enough! Who knows, maybe it’ll turn out to be the ultimate weapon!” The worker grinned, suddenly much more enthusiastic about his job.

Ethan watched them work, his expression darkening.

Now he understood where the mutant mosquitoes had come from.

And the more he thought about it, the more dangerous it seemed.

The mosquitoes themselves weren’t particularly deadly—but if they were being used to spread toxins, the damage could be catastrophic.

Today’s mosquito incident… might have just been a test run.

“Humans… truly are insidious creatures.”

Ethan stepped forward.

Not far ahead, a recently returned aircraft had just landed. Its hatch was still open, and four Awakeners stood outside, taking a breather.

“Ugh, there’s still so much left to transport. No idea how many more trips we’ll have to make.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think Captain Jacob would catch this many mutants.”

“We totally underestimated Japan’s environment. And Jacob said he didn’t even dare go near the really dangerous areas.”

“The more we bring back, the better. Even just those mutant mosquitoes were enough to drive the zombies crazy.”

“Hahaha, exactly! Once we’re done studying them, we’ll just dump them straight into their nests.”

The four of them laughed, chatting animatedly as they rested, preparing for another trip back to Japan.

But then—

A voice suddenly cut through the night.

“Dumping your trash everywhere… that’s not very polite.”

“Huh? Who’s there?!”

The four immediately tensed, their expressions shifting.

They spun around toward the source of the voice—

And saw a figure in white emerging from the darkness.

His face was cold, his eyes gleaming with a murderous light.

Like the Grim Reaper himself had arrived.

“It’s him!” One of them gasped in horror. “The Zombie King from the Los Angeles Tower!”

They recognized him instantly.

They had all studied the Zombie King dossiers—and this man matched the description exactly.

One of them went pale.

Just moments ago, they had been talking shit about him.

And now, here he was.

“RUN!”

That was the only thought left in their minds.

But before they could even move—

Ethan’s eyes flashed red.

Their bodies froze in place.

Their bones cracked and groaned under an invisible force, as if they were being crushed beneath a massive boulder.

The pain was unbearable.

They couldn’t breathe.

Their vision blurred.

This Zombie King… was terrifying beyond words.

They wished—prayed—that this was all just a nightmare.

That they would wake up any second now.

But as Ethan stepped closer—

Their world went black.

And they never woke up again.

Ethan waved a hand, collecting their lifeless bodies.

Then—

He turned, ready to hunt down the rest of the transport crew.

But he suddenly paused.

As if something had just occurred to him.

He glanced at the aircraft beside him.

Sleek.

Futuristic.

A perfect blend of cutting-edge technology and deadly efficiency.

And about the size of a tank.

With another wave of his hand—

The aircraft vanished into his storage space.