At this moment, Laura James walked up to Michael Bolton and softly asked, “You suddenly spoke up just now—aren’t you afraid of changing the plot?”

Michael Bolton sneered and said, “You’re the impressive ones. As newcomers, you actually managed to change the plot and still survived... Take a good look at your watches. Is Matthew Addison’s name still on them?”

Laura James and Brian Carter, who was beside her, both looked at their watches at the same time. Sure enough, Matthew Addison’s name had already disappeared, leaving that spot completely blank.

Michael Bolton said with a cold laugh, “From now on, we can act freely. Remember, you can do anything—as long as you survive.”

He thought for a moment and added, “If I were you, with poor stamina, slow reflexes, and no firearms, I’d stick with the main group and return to the Red Queen’s chamber. At least that way, you’d be safe for a while…”

The three of them, including Brian Carter, were stunned for a moment. Laura James smiled and said, “I didn’t expect you to actually be a nice person—you’re just not good at expressing it.”

Michael Bolton scoffed, “Nice? Are you kidding me? I just don’t want you dragging me down and costing me reward points. Don’t get the wrong idea... In this world, there are no good people. As long as I can survive, I don’t mind using the three of you as my human shields!”

The naked killing intent in his words sent a chill through the hearts of Brian Carter and the others. At the same time, the sound of metal scraping came from not far away. Wayne and J.D. both raised their guns and walked in that direction. After only a few steps, a man in a lab coat dragging a sledgehammer appeared from around the corner, followed by several staggering “people.”

J.D. chambered his gun and said, “Stop! Or I’ll shoot!”

Of course, these “people” couldn’t stop. They had long since been infected by the T-virus and turned into zombies. As they appeared, more and more of these staggering “people” emerged from the corners all around. They were all wearing work uniforms or lab coats. Some of them were already starting to rot, and some had ankles twisted completely out of shape but were still walking. Brian Carter even saw one whose head was only half left, with rotting bone and brain matter showing a grayish-white color. The sight almost made him throw up again.

“Stop! Or I’ll shoot!”

“Bang!”

Matthew Addison was the first to open fire on the zombies. The zombie in front, the one with the sledgehammer, was blasted away, but soon, it staggered back to its feet. Even after taking more than a dozen bullets, it barely bled at all.

“Bang!”

Michael Bolton fired his Desert Eagle. The massive power of the gun instantly blew the zombie’s head to pieces, like a watermelon exploding. He sneered and said, “Go find the exit, leave this to me!”

Matthew Addison hesitated for a moment, then shouted, “Alright! Everyone, keep your formation! J.D., go find the exit! Wayne, guard the prisoner! The rest, stay with me!”

Brian Carter looked back and saw that Michael Bolton wasn’t firing. He was spinning the Desert Eagle around his finger, letting the zombies get closer and closer. Then, he gripped the gun and fired a burst, instantly blowing the heads off the nearest zombies. His speed and accuracy were far beyond ordinary people—at least far beyond the average person!

Brian Carter felt that he could see Michael Bolton’s movements. He had read some books on martial arts before, which divided human vision into two types: static vision, which is how far and how small you can see, and dynamic vision, which is how fast you can see moving things. The faster the movement you can see clearly, the stronger your dynamic vision.

It seemed that dynamic vision was related to nerve reflex speed. He felt he could clearly see Michael Bolton’s movements, which meant the gap in nerve reflex speed between him and Michael Bolton wasn’t too great. Also, seeing the zombies’ heads blown off and falling to the ground, he only felt a bit nauseous at first, but after seeing it a few times, it felt natural. This was probably related to his mental strength.

(So it’s true, those reward points really did enhance my physique! It wasn’t a joke after all!)

Brian Carter was overjoyed, but he still calmly followed behind Matthew Addison. As they walked, Matthew Addison suddenly turned and handed him a pistol and two magazines, saying, “We might not be able to look after you in a bit. Each magazine has fifteen bullets. Do as Michael Bolton did—aim for their heads!”

Brian Carter understood this better than anyone. He had never used a pistol before, but with his current nerve reflex speed, what looked like a quick raise and shot was actually him locking onto the zombie’s head. He was also smart enough not to shoot at zombies more than ten meters away. Ten meters was his effective shooting range now. With a pistol like this, with no sights, it was all about gun sense. As a first-time shooter, he could only dominate within ten meters.