klisemfg Chapter 1477 I'm relieved... my ass! Yes and no...
Chapter 1477 I'm relieved... my ass! Yes and no...
Seeing the trust in Hong Wenli's eyes, Chen Mu couldn't help but nod emphatically and solemnly accept the envelope.
"Dude, like I always say, you can trust me to handle things!" Chen Mu said.
Hong Wenli was also moved and placed his hand on Chen Mu's leg. "Boss Chen, you are really kind-hearted. If I can get out of here alive, I want to recognize you as my elder brother."
At this point, Hong Wenli couldn't help but think of his daughter.
Before the bizarre apocalypse, he was a happy family of three, with a wife and a daughter.
One rainy night, his daughter suddenly developed a high fever.
He drove anxiously with his daughter to the county hospital.
Unfortunately, his car stalled on the road and he couldn't start it.
The mountain road was rugged, and he and his family of three waited in the car for the ambulance to arrive.
Because of the time lost, it's too late for anything.
His daughter died from a high fever, and later his wife divorced him.
Then came the bizarre apocalypse.
Therefore, when Chen Mu said that leaving alive would allow him to see his family, Hong Wenli was reminded of that long-forgotten past.
However, things are unpredictable. Or rather, Mr. Chen's thinking is unpredictable.
While Hong Wenli was still reminiscing about the past, he didn't notice at all that Chen Mu had taken the envelope and immediately tore off the seal.
Chen Mu opened the sealed letter on the spot without hesitation.
All of this happened too suddenly, mainly because Chen Mu changed his attitude too quickly.
When Hong Wenli arrived, his first thought wasn't why Chen Mu had opened the letter, but whether he was hallucinating.
Hong Wenli was stunned for three seconds before he suddenly realized what was happening.
Chen Mu, that old rascal, he opened the envelope for me!
You can trust me with what? Trust my ass!
At that moment, Hong Wenli inside the sedan chair emitted a sharp, explosive sound.
Meanwhile, 800 meters directly in front of the sedan chair, an old, dilapidated car was rattling along.
In the driver's seat of the car sat a person who looked exactly like Hong Wenli!
An icon floats above his head.
Clearly, he is the recipient this time!
He was breathing rapidly, his back was covered in sweat, and his face was flushed with anxiety.
He frantically slammed his foot on the gas pedal, almost making it smoke.
In the passenger seat next to him was a little girl with a high fever and a flushed face.
Judging from her appearance, the little girl was in very bad condition, with her eyes closed and her breathing rapid.
The recipient was originally a member of the survivor camp. He and his daughter lived in the camp.
His daughter started having a fever last night.
There was a supply of medicine in the camp, which the survivors had risked their lives to find in a small clinic.
In the zombie apocalypse, production has come to a standstill. The remaining medicine is the most precious resource.
The camps in the post-apocalyptic world are far from as good as imagined.
In the face of resource shortages, this precious medicine was given the highest priority and was only supplied to the camp's high command.
The recipient knew he would never need it, and his daughter would certainly never need it either!
If they wait any longer, their daughter will die here sooner or later.
So in the afternoon, taking advantage of the guards changing shifts, he stole an old, beat-up car and sped out of the camp with his daughter.
His target was the hospital, where there should still be a large quantity of medicine stored.
Even if this journey is fraught with peril!
Upon learning that the car had been stolen, the camp's higher-ups immediately sent men with guns to give chase.
But when they saw that the stolen car was just an old, beat-up vehicle, not some kind of armored vehicle or off-road vehicle.
Fearing the zombies outside, the camp eventually abandoned the pursuit.
The recipient drove out and sped off.
Fortunately, the road leading to the hospital is a ring road, and the road surface damage is not as severe as in the city.
However, surrounded and intercepted by zombies, he drove for most of the afternoon, and it was almost dark, but he still hadn't reached the hospital.
Along the way, zombies would occasionally try to intercept the vehicle.
He could only drive as fast as he could to shake off the zombies that were following him.
However, the recipient knew that given the car's performance and the nearly empty fuel tank, there was a very high chance he wouldn't make it to the hospital.
However, the recipient never expected that what happened next was even more terrifying.
Suddenly, a massive army of zombies appeared behind my car!
The number of zombies in this army far exceeded anything he had ever seen before. Even the survivor camps had never witnessed such a scene!
I reckon half the city's zombies have gathered here.
The recipient was almost in tears, wondering what terrible things he had done. He was just driving a beat-up old car, so why were so many zombies chasing him all of a sudden?
Moreover, there was a large sedan chair guarding the front of the zombie.
Could it be that the city's zombie king has suddenly appeared?
Are these zombies going to attend the coronation ceremony?
Was it just bad luck that I ended up blocking their path?
With this in mind, the recipient even tried to turn left and right, directly bypassing the main road.
To my surprise, as soon as I turned the corner, the group of zombies behind me also turned the corner!
They themselves crawled into the nooks and crannies, and the zombie army also crawled into the nooks and crannies.
Several zombies were even pushed so hard that they crashed into the wall and died, while the zombie army relentlessly pursued them.
At that moment, the recipient was on the verge of tears.
He realized that he must have offended the important person in the sedan chair.
He'd been set up; that zombie king was destined to kill him today!
"How could someone as ordinary as me be targeted by someone like this?"
The recipient inwardly groaned, just then he heard a sharp explosion coming from inside the sedan chair.
The explosion was so horrifying and terrifying that it sent chills down one's spine.
That's not a sound a human could make!
Without a doubt, it must be the zombie king inside the sedan chair, already excitedly shouting out.
At this moment, the sedan chair was already closely following behind the recipient's car.
Along with the three zombies that had been chasing him, the zombie army kicked them away with a roar.
The sedan chair went faster and faster, and the zombies carrying it were practically blurring into afterimages!
This clearly demonstrates the immense power of the Zombie King's aura; even zombies are terrified of him.
In just a few seconds, the sedan chair was running alongside the dilapidated car.
The recipient turned his head with difficulty and glanced at the sedan chair.
His heart was in his throat. The person in the sedan chair, the powerful king who led the zombie army, was probably staring at him through the curtain!
Before he could react, the curtain of the sedan chair was pulled open from the inside.
"Hello, this is your letter."
Upon hearing the voice from inside the sedan chair, the recipient was startled, thinking he was hallucinating.
Even the speed at which I pressed the accelerator slowed down.
Shouldn't the zombie king be the kind of character who's terrifying the moment he opens his mouth?
Why does it sound so human? And it even has that refined, youthful quality.
At that moment, the curtain was pulled open from the inside, revealing the figure of the "Zombie King" inside the sedan chair.
The recipient didn't even dare to look directly at it, for fear of seeing something indescribable!
He only dared to squint and steal a glance into the sedan chair.
That glance was absolutely stunning!
The recipient never expected that the "zombie king" inside the sedan chair was actually three people sitting inside!
One of them, with its buttocks facing inward, was making strange and incomprehensible movements, constantly throwing meat out, which was truly baffling.
There was another one who looked exactly like me. But it kept screaming and desperately trying to snatch something from the other person's hand.
The last person looked exceptionally young and was waving a letter in his hand at himself.
Such an abstract combination is completely different from the solemn or terrifying zombie king that the recipient imagined!
At that moment, the recipient felt that the world was so chaotic and that he could no longer understand it.
However, when the recipient saw the envelope in Chen Mu's hand, his expression suddenly changed.
The recipient's eyes showed a look of terror.
Chen Mu had seen this expression not long ago!
The expression on Lin Shanshan's face when she received the package was exactly the same!
Chen Mu became even more certain that the woman's fear at the time was not because she saw the bald man's feet, but because she saw Chen Mu, the two postmen, and the envelope in Lin Shanshan's hand.
This discovery further corroborates Chen Mu's conjecture.
"Hey buddy, here's your... letter."
Before Chen Mu could finish speaking, the recipient frantically stepped on the gas and sped off recklessly.
Watching the recipient speed away, Chen Mu ordered Xiao Ye, "Speed up, chase after them!"
"Alright, boss!" Xiao Ye threw a few more pieces of meat under the sedan chair, as if to stomp the zombie engine to the ground.
Inside the sedan chair, Hong Wenli was still wailing and howling.
Chen Mu held the letter in his hand and silently looked at Hong Wenli.
A few seconds later, Hong Wenli realized that the atmosphere in the air was very quiet, and only he was making a sharp popping sound.
For a moment, Hong Wenli was also embarrassed.
It has to be said that this feeling is quite embarrassing, like the shame of a child throwing a tantrum and no one paying attention.
Wait a minute... that's not right. It was Mr. Chen who opened my letter, so why am I the one feeling embarrassed?
Hong Wenli felt that Boss Chen seemed to have a kind of ability to make the people around him feel guilty towards him.
He looked at Chen Mu, who was holding the letter and looking at him with amusement.
"What? Not screaming anymore?" Chen Mu said with a playful smile.
In an instant, Chen Mu suppressed Hong Wenli's original "punishment" momentum.
Hong Wenli said, "Boss Chen... no, we're teammates! You... you... how could you hurt me like this? You're killing me!"
Chen Mu was somewhat surprised. "Oh? I want your old man dead? Then let me ask you, are you dead now?"
Faced with Chen Mu's question, Hong Wenli touched his stomach.
My stomach is still fine; unlike Lin Shanshan, whose stomach ruptured and she died.
Hong Wenli touched the rest of his body again.
There were no signs of cracking, nor did I feel any signs of poisoning.
Several minutes have passed since Boss Chen tore open the letter. Based on Lin Shanshan's time of death, Hong Wenli himself should be dead by now.
Hong Wenli confirmed it several times, his tone gradually shifting from fear to surprise.
"Oh my, Mr. Chen, it seems... he really isn't dead. The rules haven't punished me yet."
Hong Wenli was shocked because he remembered very clearly that the rules explicitly stated—
[It is forbidden to pry into customer privacy or view [letters] without authorization. If a [letter] is opened without permission, the person associated with it will die.]
This is clearly written in the rules.
Mr. Chen just opened the letter; wasn't that a clear violation of the rules?
He broke the rules, yet he didn't die.
Doesn't that mean...?
"Mr. Chen, could it be that you have the ability to break the rules?" Hong Wenli was astonished, looking at Chen Mu as if he were a god.
Hong Wenli had never heard of anyone breaking the rules and getting away with it.
Hearing Hong Wenli's感慨 (sentiments/remarks), Xiao Ye couldn't help but smile slightly. Xiao Ye knew that her boss really did have that ability.
Chen Mu smiled and shook his head. He did have the Death Armor, but that was his trump card.
If they were to use it, they would use it on themselves or on Xiaoye, not on a player they had just met.
Chen Mu didn't put on airs; he remained low-key when it was appropriate.
Chen Mu did not answer Hong Wenli's question, but said, "You're right, that's exactly what the rules say. And Lin Shanshan died because she violated the rules."
However, there seems to be a slight discrepancy between your understanding of a letter and the rules' understanding of a "letter."
Upon hearing Chen Mu's words, Hong Wenli was slightly taken aback, not understanding why.
Even Xiaoye didn't understand what the boss meant this time.
"The letters are different? Boss, what do you mean?" Xiaoye couldn't help but ask curiously.
Chen Mu did not answer immediately, but instead reached out and opened the already unsealed letter in front of the three people.
Chen Mu pulled out a piece of letter paper from inside.
“Before answering these questions, why can’t we take a look at the contents of this letter?” Chen Mu said.
Xiaoye joked, "Wow, boss, wouldn't you say we're invading someone's privacy?"
"Spying on privacy? Is it possible that the contents of this letter are actually... written for us to see!" Chen Mu's words were astonishing.
Upon hearing this, Xiaoye was stunned, and Hong Wenli was also stunned.
Is this letter addressed to us?
Doesn't that mean we are the recipients?
Hong Wenli asked cautiously, "Mr. Chen, according to you, we are the recipients."
Chen Mu shook his head. "Yes and no. If you're asking whether we're the recipient as defined in the rules, then I can tell you, we're not."
If you ask us if we are the recipients of this letter, then I can tell you that we are.
The recipient mentioned in the rules... the recipient of the letter...
No...it is...
Chen Mu's words completely confused Hong Wenli.