It seemed like even the Goddess of Luck was siding with him today, Yang Tengfei thought as he ran past the crowd of immobile zombies with nine soldiers following behind him.
Because the abandoned airport was located in the suburb, as soon as it rained hard, the sharp scent of petrichor spiked, shielding the smell of humans from the zombies' nose. The same could be said with their footsteps. The ferocious downpour was akin to the perfect thick curtain for today's important operation, covering any tracks that they might make. Everything went smoothly until the team arrived at the entrance of the building.
Yang Tengfei's tense nerves finally relaxed and he let out a quiet sigh.
He tapped on his earpiece and asked, "Scout, how is it going?"
"Reporting to the Commander, Professor Zhao is still on the third floor, doing something. Due to the low visibility, I am unable to discern what he is working on. The Zombie King is still nowhere to be seen. Over."
