Cold-blooded Undercover Master Volume 1: Body Chapter 1 Scrap Picker Kong Yun

Volume 1: Body Chapter 1 Sc.r.a.p Picker Kong Yun

"Kong Yun, can I have one?" A fat teenager handed over a Chinese brand cigarette.

Kong Yun, who was immersed in counting spoils of war, did not raise his head, "I don't smoke. Thank you!"

Fatty couldn't help but curl his lips, "You don't have to save so much money, do you? I won't count on you for this cigarette."

"You used your life to buy this cigarette. I won't joke around with your hard-earned money." Kong Yun shook his head!

The fat man lit a cigarette and looked at the mercenary masters fighting in the distance. His eyes were filled with envy. "If only I could fight those disgusting zombies one day, I would smoke a pack of cigarettes and throw a pack of them!"

Kong Yun shook his head, "The probability is almost zero. Twenty years has already proved that we are trash. Other than following behind these mercenary masters to pick up some trash they don't want, we are useless."

"Although it's the truth, you shouldn't be so hurtful." Fatty looked at Kong Yun helplessly. Kong Yun's words caused his longing for the future to dissipate.

The battle between the mercenaries was coming to an end. Kong Yun stuffed all the spoils into his backpack and looked at the messy battlefield with antic.i.p.ation.

Mecha shuttled through the zombies. The sharp steel knife cut off the zombie's head. The zombie's rotting body fell to the ground, unable to move.

This was a small group of zombies. There were only more than 200 zombies. For a mercenary squad with mecha, these zombies were the survival points for walking. From the beginning to the end of the battle, there was only a total of 15 minutes.

When the mercenaries had cleaned up the most valuable items on the zombies, it was Kong Yun and the rest of the scavengers' turn to send out.

Although Kong Yun was only twenty years old and wasn't very old, he was still an experienced scavenger.

Sc.r.a.p pickers were an extremely dangerous profession. Very few people would be sc.r.a.p pickers for more than a year. The extremely high mortality rate would often cause those new sc.r.a.p pickers to die on the way to cleaning up the battlefield.

Kong Yun had been a sc.r.a.p picker for five years. He had either died in the wilderness or retired. Although it was dangerous to be a sc.r.a.p picker, one year's income was enough for them to open a small shop in the city and live a peaceful life. It was too rare for a sc.r.a.p picker like Kong Yun to stay in the city for five years.

Kong Yun's backpack was twice the size of an ordinary scavenger's. He rushed into the battlefield with this huge backpack on his back. A steel knife flew up and down, cutting off the zombie's fingernails and digging out the zombie's eyeb.a.l.l.s. After confirming that there was nothing valuable on the zombie, Kong Yun shifted his target.

The mercenaries looked at Kong Yun with laughter. Kong Yun's skill had even surpa.s.sed some of the mercenary squad. Unfortunately, his apt.i.tude was too poor to wear the planting armor. Otherwise, he would definitely be a good seedling.

On February 2220, the beginning of a nightmare, watchdogs around the world detected radiation from the bottom of the Pacific Ocean at the same time.

Governments initially a.s.sumed that nuclear tests were being conducted in the Pacific, However, they soon discovered that this radiation was different from nuclear radiation. The power of radiation was thousands or even tens of thousands of times greater than nuclear radiation. The creatures infected by radiation would quickly mutate. In just one day, terrifying monsters appeared in the Pacific Ocean. Those sea creatures that moved hundreds of kilometers made people think that they had returned to the era of dinosaurs!

When these radiation-infected creatures stepped onto the continent and began to destroy cities, the armies of various countries desperately resisted. However, conventional weapons were simply unable to harm these mutated creatures. Moreover, these mutated creatures also had radiation. Radiation began to spread on the continent, causing both land-based creatures and humans to be infected by radiation.

In desperation, governments used nuclear bombs to wipe out mutated creatures and mutated humans.

The incident had subsided, but a year later, mutated beasts had appeared in the ocean once again. These mutated beasts had become even more powerful. Nuclear radiation and radiation from the seabed had fused together, giving birth to an unprecedented virus.

The physical fitness of creatures infected with the virus increased explosively, but it could also become violent, aggressive, and extremely dangerous.

In just a month, the virus had spread all over the world. More than ninety percent of the people died from the virus and were infected by the virus and turned into zombies.

Less than 10% of them survived the virus, and their bodies had antibodies that could resist the virus.

Most of the earth was occupied by mutated beasts and zombies, and the s.p.a.ce for humans to survive was less than one percent of its original size.

It was now 2260. Forty years had pa.s.sed since that nightmare year. Humans had regained their footing in this chaotic land. The appearance of the proliferation mecha gave humans the qualifications to fight zombies and mutated beasts.

Growing armor is the greatest invention of mankind. The emergence of Growing armor has completely changed the mode of human combat, from defensive to offensive.

However, such an exciting invention had nothing to do with Kong Yun. A person with only 28 neurons would never be able to wear a proliferation mecha in his lifetime.

Neurons exist when a person is born, and they are shaped when they reach adulthood. Although they can be enhanced through postnatal exercise, the improvement is rather limited, and the extent of improvement will not exceed 10%.

To put on the mecha, the neurons needed to be at least 50. The higher the neurons, the higher the compatibility with the mecha, and the stronger the performance mecha could display.

Kong Yun's neurons were only 28, and even with the highest increase, his neurons were only 38, far from meeting the minimum requirement to wear a proliferation mecha .

Five years as a scavenger was enough for Kong Yun to acc.u.mulate a large amount of wealth. This amount of wealth was even enough to buy a Ferocious Dragon-level proliferation mecha .

However, Fatty and Kong Yun had been together for two years, However, he discovered that Kong Yun was more economical than any scavenger. He earned more than any scavenger, but he ate the most ordinary nutrients. A survival point could buy the lowest level of nutrients for a month. He never bought any luxury goods, nor did he look for those young ladies standing on the streets. In the words of the fatty, Kong Yun was a Pixiu, only eating without pulling.

However, Fatty also knew about Kong Yun's family situation. There was a paralyzed father in the family, and he had to spend high medical fees every month. Most of the survival points that Kong Yun earned as a scavenger were spent on his paralyzed father.

As for the remaining part, he had to support his family and send living expenses to his sister who was studying at Huaxia University. The expenses of the family were all on Kong Yun, and the burden of living made Kong Yun have no choice but to save.

Kong Yun patted the backpack on his back. It was bulging. If he brought these things back, he should be able to sell them for more than a thousand survival points. His father's medical expenses and his little sister's living expenses should be enough.

After the nightmare year, the earth's financial and monetary system collapsed completely. A new monetary system came into being, and the point of survival was the new currency of the apocalypse.

"Kong Yun, hurry up and come over. We are all starving to death. We still don't live to cook!" A mercenary with a viper tattooed on his forehead shouted.

The reason why the mercenaries allowed scavengers to follow behind them to pick up leaks was naturally because of their usefulness. The scavengers were the servants of these mercenaries and were also the trail finders of the mercenaries. If there was any danger, the mercenaries would let the scavengers investigate first. As for the safety of the scavengers, it was not within the scope of the mercenaries' consideration.

As an old scavenger, the first rule Kong Yun had learned in the past five years was not to disobey the orders of the mercenary masters, because their lives were all in the hands of the mercenaries.

After the outbreak of the virus, this world was different from before. It was a world where morality and law were destroyed. Killing people was just a trivial matter.

Kong Yun and a few scavengers were cooking and boiling water. After setting up the tents for these mercenary masters, they slept on the periphery exhausted. If there was any danger, their screams could also serve as a warning.

This was a fair deal. The mercenaries gave the scavengers a chance to earn a living, and the scavengers wanted to give their lives to the mercenaries. This was also a major reason why the mortality rate of the scavengers was so high.

Kong Yun didn't dare to fall asleep. He narrowed his eyes and took a nap for a while. If any wind blew, he would be able to react immediately. Being a scavenger for five years, Kong Yun naturally had his own way of survival.

"Ahhh!" Suddenly, a miserable scream came from Kong Yun's left side!

"Zombies!" Kong Yun jumped up and carried his backpack. He immediately climbed up the tree top and looked around vigilantly.

"Kong Yun, Kong Yun, it's me, fatty. Are you alright?" Under the tree, the fatty's body trembled as he shouted Kong Yun's name.

Kong Yun threw down a rope. The fatty was overjoyed. He grabbed the rope and climbed up the tree top, watching the battle with Kong Yun.

"It's a group of zombies, larger than the ones we encountered during the day. There are at least three hundred of them." Kong Yun said.

"How do you know?" Fatty looked at Kong Yun in surprise. It was pitch black now, and he couldn't see far away.

"You can tell from the sound. There seems to be another big fellow this time!" Kong Yun looked into the distance worriedly. The snake-patterned mercenary squad had already fought with the zombies. He didn't know if they had discovered that big guy.

'"f.u.c.k, it's a t.i.tan zombie. It's a t.i.tan zombie. Xiong Bazi, quickly get on top. Don't let this t.i.tan zombie break up our formation. Stall this t.i.tan zombie. When we're done with the other zombies, we'll come back to support you. We mustn't let him escape!" The mercenary with Viper tattooed on his forehead shouted loudly. The light on his body changed and a dark green armor appeared on his body.