Apocalypse: King of Zombies Chapter 1216: Then Your Brother’s Gone

"Dylan!!"

The folks surrounding the youth flinched as if electrocuted. No one had anticipated anyone bold enough to strike him.

They dashed forward, pulled him to his feet, and held him steady.

"Dylan, are you okay?!"

"Pff—" Dylan coughed up blood, his gaze fixed on Chris burning with intense malice.

"Fuck!" he growled. "You struck me? Take him out. Take him out immediately. Whatever happens, I'll handle it!"

"Understood!"

His companions grinned wickedly and advanced on Chris, acting as if victory was assured.

In the meantime, spectators swarmed from all sides rapidly. It's human instinct—everyone loves a spectacle.

"These dudes are gutsy. They really smacked Dylan Voss."

"Must be a newbie. Doesn't know who he is."

"Newbies ought to tread lightly. Who picks a fight right away?"

"Likely figures he's tough. Arrogant fools always learn the hard way."

"Heh. Smacking Dylan goes beyond a mere lesson. Given his brother's overprotectiveness, they're toast."

"True. Pity, huh? Those two ladies are absolute stunners."

Chris eyed the approaching gang, shook his head, and turned to Ethan. "Ethan. Mind if I finish them off?"

Ethan's eyebrows furrowed. The entire bunch seemed strange... overly enthusiastic, carelessly aggressive. It was almost as if they'd wanted this confrontation.

Strange or otherwise, Ethan refused to let bullies target his group without consequence.

With a casual flick of his hand, he signaled. "Go all out."

"Excellent." Chris gave a nod.

At that point, the mob had closed in.

"You punk," one sneered, nose in the air. "Pretty cocky, aren't ya? Daring to hit Dylan Voss. Better kneel and beg forgiveness now. Dylan might let you live. Or else—"

Thud—!

Chris ignored the words entirely. A powerful kick smashed into the man's chest, launching him airborne.

"Damn! He's still fighting!"

"Rush him! End him!"

An onslaught of abilities and skills barreled toward Chris.

Big Mike flexed his fingers eagerly. "Chris, need backup? I could crush them single-handedly."

"Nah," Chris replied casually.

Then he charged right into their midst.

Instantly, blows rained down—punches, knees, elbows, feet. Enemies soared like puppets on strings.

Within under a minute, over thirty lay scattered on the pavement, motionless. Whether dead or merely unconscious remained unclear.

Many sported collapsed ribcages, punctures straight through. Most were likely deceased.

Silence gripped the bystanders.

No one foresaw Chris possessing such overwhelming power.

These were Tier 6 and Tier 7 Enhanced—thirty-plus—and he dismantled them effortlessly.

"Tier 8?" a voice whispered.

"Seems stronger," another murmured. "Several Tier 7s among them. A Tier 8 couldn't erase Tier 7s so casually."

"What about… Tier 9?"

"Possible."

Shockwaves pulsed through the assembly.

"Ha—Dylan's finally provoked the wrong powerhouse."

"Sweet if someone offs him. That jerk's been a menace for ages."

"His brother makes that impossible." A scoff echoed. "Plus, killing inside the compound? Tier 9 or not, he's in deep trouble."

"Sure… but seeing Dylan humiliated feels damn good."

Chris strode past the fallen and headed directly for Dylan.

Dylan blanched, retreating unsteadily. "D-don't approach! Listen—my brother's the Security Captain! Kill me and you're finished! Totally finished!"

Chris cocked his head casually. "Emily straight-up warned you. Said scram or face consequences. You ignored her."

Dylan gulped. "I—I get it now! I'm outta here!"

"Outta here now?" Chris grinned as if amused. "Too late, buddy."

His hand shot forward, seizing Dylan's neck, and began wrenching for the break.

"Stop!"

A fierce yell sliced the chaos.

Moments later, uniformed soldiers shoved through the throng, clearing a path aggressively.

"Such audacity!" the leader thundered in fury. "Murdering inside the compound?!"

"B-bro—help!" Dylan gasped, throat vise-gripped by Chris. Spotting the arrival, hope flared desperately on his face.

Dylan's cry made Bennett Voss whip around—his features exploding in wrath.

He drew his pistol lightning-fast, leveling it at Chris.

"Release him!" Bennett barked. "Or I shoot you dead for threatening compound safety!"

The warning didn't faze Chris. He merely smiled warmly. "Your bro?"

"Yes!"

"Oh." Chris's grin broadened. "Then bro's history."

Crack.

Bone shattered.

Before the Compound Security Force's eyes, Chris wrenched—and Dylan's neck snapped utterly.

"!!!"

The entire avenue went still.

No soul anticipated a killing with guards present—let alone the Captain's sibling.

"Yeah… they're beyond salvation now," a spectator whispered amid awe and fear.

Bennett gaped blankly for seconds, mind reeling. Then fury twisted his visage.

"Ah—! You're finished!" he howled, squeezing the trigger toward Chris.

A light ray burst from the barrel, streaking at him.

"Huh?"

Ethan's crew gawked in surprise. Just then they realized Bennett's firearm wasn't ordinary.

More intrigued than alarmed, Chris lifted a hand leisurely to intercept the shot.

Pssht.

The beam struck his palm. It smarted noticeably.

"This packs a punch," Chris remarked, truly admiring it.

That offhand comment—coupled with his unscathed stance—almost dropped the crowd's jaws.

Laser guns marked Atlas City's top achievement after the fall: transforming crystal core power into potent laser blasts.

Strength varied by embedded core. Typically, they held cores capable of slaying equivalent-Tier zombies.

A Tier 6 core felled Tier 6 undead and wounded Tier 7s badly.

However, crafting them demanded scarce resources—the higher the Tier, the scarcer. Mass production eluded them. Exclusive to elite officials.

As Security Captain, Bennett wielded a Tier 8 laser gun, powered by a Tier 8 crystal core.

Such firepower vaporized Tier 8 Enhanced instantly. Tier 9s avoided direct hits.

But Chris palm-blocked it barehanded—unharmed.

Worldviews crumbled instantly. Shock surged through onlookers palpably.

How insanely powerful was he?

Bennett's fury chilled to stunned incredulity, eyes locked on Chris.

"H-how…?"

Suddenly, someone materialized beside him—as if teleporting.

Before Bennett reacted, the stranger yanked the laser gun away and inspected it immediately.

"???"

Bennett froze in bewilderment.

Who was this intruder? How'd he arrive undetected? Why steal Bennett's weapon?