Chapter 93: Zombie King x Ex-Girlfriend (15)

BANG!

The sharp blast of the shotgun echoed violently through the ruined hall! Dust and concrete debris rained down from the ceiling as the lead shot obliterated a chunk of the overhead archway.

The Vice Captain’s eyes bulged out in absolute shock as he looked down.

Instead of blowing a mutated zombie’s head off, his gun barrel had been forcefully pushed upward by a small, slender hand!

Lyra was standing right in front of him, her small frame leaning forward, her face pale from running, and her right hand still firmly shoving his shotgun barrel toward the roof.

For three long, frozen seconds, they just stood there, staring dead into each other’s eyes.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING CREEPING UP BEHIND ME?!" the Vice Captain yelled, his voice cracking slightly as he pulled his gun back, his chest heaving under his vest.

Lyra snapped back, her dark eyes flashing with pure rage as she slapped her hands onto her hips! "YOU are the one who stood right in my damn way! Who on earth made you the Vice Captain?! You’re literally about to shoot your own team members every single time you turn around!"

"YOU-!" The reddish-haired Vice Captain’s face flushed a bright red with pure anger and embarrassment! "You ran up behind me like a fast, crazy mutant! How was I supposed to know a fragile assistant was sprinting around the dark corner?!"

Before he could finish his angry scolding, a wet, guttural roar burst from the dark shop behind them!

GROAAAN!

Three Level 2 zombies came bursting through a shattered display window, their black claws scraping against the slick floor tiles!

"Shut up and fight!" Lyra shrieked, instantly spinning around and drawing her steel hunting dagger!

"I don’t need you to tell me what to do!" the Vice Captain barked back, pumping his shotgun and blowing the first zombie back into the store.

For the next ten minutes, the two of them fought off a small wave of roaming zombies, arguing, yelling, and throwing sharp insults at each other with every single swing of their weapons.

By the time they cleared the hallway and walked back down to the main mall entrance to regroup with the rest of the vanguard squad, both of them were thoroughly exhausted, covered in soot, and still bickering loudly at the top of their lungs!

"You have zero tactical awareness!" the Vice Captain grumbled, stomping his boots.

"And you have zero shooting accuracy!" Lyra shot back, pouting her rosy lips with a sharp huff. "I’m surprised your own gun hasn’t kicked back and knocked your front teeth out yet!"

As they stepped into the bright glass atrium where the transport convoy was waiting, the noisy bickering instantly died down.

Standing by the main armored truck was Kael. His tall, towering figure was perfectly still, his broad shoulders draped in his coat. The second Lyra and the Vice Captain walked into view, Kael’s piercing, emerald-green eyes flicked over, locking dead onto Lyra’s face with a heavy, pitch-black gaze.

Senior Sister Claire stepped right between the two arguing officers, her tall 190 cm frame cutting off their line of sight as she looked down at them with a deeply annoyed scowl.

"What is up with you two?!" Claire scolded, crossing her muscular arms over her chest. "Where have you both been hiding? The Captain and I were just about to pull the convoy out and leave you two behind to walk back to the base!"

"He was about to shoot me!" Lyra complained loudly, pointing an accusing, slender finger straight at the Vice Captain’s nose! "He aimed his giant shotgun right at my head!"

Claire looked up her eyes staring at the reddish-haired Vice Captain with a flat, judging scowl. "So... you were about to shoot her again?"

The second that small word escaped Claire’s lips-

AGAIN?!

Lyra’s ears perked up instantly like an alert kitten’s! Her eyes widened in sudden realization!

She slowly turned her head, her dark eyes narrowing into two razor-sharp slits as she stared straight into the Vice Captain’s sweating face.

"Wait..." Lyra whispered, her voice dropping into a dangerous sweet tone. "Again...? You... IT WAS YOU?!"

The Vice Captain froze dead in his tracks! Cold sweat broke out across his forehead like a bursting dam. He stammered frantically, stepping back half a pace while holding up his hands. "U-Uh... I... You... Look, it was really dark on those steps! And your jacket looked like a mutant variant-"

"YOU DUMB BLIND IDIOT!" Lyra roared, her villainess temper completely exploding! "I TOOK A BULLET TO MY SHOULDER BECAUSE OF YOU! COME HERE AND LET ME BITE YOUR ARM OFF!"

Lyra was literally about to pounce forward like a rabid, wild kitten to tear into him-

SWOOP!

Before her small boots could even leave the concrete floor, a broad, strong hand reached out from behind, effortlessly grabbing the back collar of her jacket and picking her whole body up right into the air!

"Eh?!" Lyra squeaked out, her arms and legs flailing uselessly in mid-air as she was held up like a tiny, scruffy scruff-cat!

"You’re coming with me in my car," Kael’s deep, raspy voice echoed coldly from above her head.

The entire surrounding courtyard went completely, dead silent.

Senior Sister Claire’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. The Vice Captain stopped sweating, staring with a gaping mouth. Seraphina Gold, who was sitting inside the secondary medical truck, froze as she watched through the tinted glass.

What on earth is going on...? Why is the Captain personally taking her in his private command vehicle?!

Lyra gulped heavily, her dark eyes shaking in pure panic as Kael carried her over to the front passenger seat of his armored SUV, casually tossing her onto the chair!

WHY DOES EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS WORLD PICK ME UP LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES?! Lyra wailed frantic complaints inside her soul, her cheeks flushing red!

Also... OH MY GOD! Does he know I was hiding in the VIP lounge up on the 2nd floor?! Did he see me watching him kill those classmates?! AHHH! I AM DEAD! I AM SO DEAD!

The drive back to Main Base A was suffocatingly quiet.

The two vanguard guards sitting in the back seat didn’t dare to let out a single loud breath. They had absolutely no idea why their cold, terrifying Captain had suddenly decided to bring this fragile, loud girl into his private car.

Lyra sat stiffly in the front seat right beside Kael, her knees pressed tightly together. Out of pure, overwhelming nervousness, her slender fingers kept twirling and playing with the loose hem of her jacket, her dark eyelashes fluttering anxiously as she stared straight out the front windshield.

Kael sat in the driver’s seat, one long hand resting casually on the steering wheel. His jaw was set like marble, his dark, pitch-black lashes casting long shadows over his pale cheekbones.

His piercing emerald eyes flicked sideways for a brief fraction of a second, silently taking in her tense, nervous form and her trembling fingers.

After twenty minutes, the car finally pulled up into the quiet parking bay of the university library.

The moment the engine turned off, Lyra unbuckled her seatbelt as fast as humanly possible! She pushed open the heavy car door, preparing to sprint away to her room like a fleeing rabbit-

GRAB.

Once again, a long hand reached out with frightening speed, catching her by the back collar of her jacket and gently pulling her right back to a standstill beside the car!

Lyra’s entire body went rigid! She slowly turned her head back, looking up into his towering, 201 cm frame with wide, terrified eyes.

"It seems like you are quite close with Evander," Kael stated in a flat, cold tone, his voice sounding dark and completely devoid of warmth.

Lyra blinked her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing in genuine confusion. "Eh...? Who?"

Kael looked down at her pale, confused face, his cold emerald eyes narrowing slightly. "The Vice Captain."

"Oh!" Lyra’s mouth formed a small ’O’. That reddish-haired guy is called Evander?! I literally didn’t even know his name until right now!

Seeing Kael’s dark gaze growing colder by the second, Lyra’s survival instincts kicked into maximum overdrive!

She quickly shook her dark head furiously, her silky hair swaying as she looked up into his handsome face with the absolute most honest, wide, and innocent eyes she could muster!

"Ih... Uh... NO! Absolutely not!" Lyra blurted out loud, her clear voice ringing through the quiet parking bay! "I am not close with that blind shooter at all! The only person in this entire base that I am close to... is YOU!"

The two guards climbing out of the back seat almost tripped over their own boots!

Kael stood completely still.

His handsome expression stayed icy cold, his piercing emerald eyes locked dead onto her bright, desperate face. He didn’t scold her. He didn’t push her away. He didn’t even mention a single word about the missing black button currently resting inside his coat pocket, or the secret murder scene she had witnessed in the mall.

Instead, he slowly released his grip on her collar.

Without uttering another word, Kael turned on his heel, his broad cloak swishing gracefully behind him as he swept toward the base entrance.

However, as he turned his back to her, the subtle corner of his lips curled upward into a pleased smile.

Lyra stood frozen near the car, her dark eyebrows pulling together as she watched his broad shoulders disappear down the hallway.

"Huh...?" Lyra whispered out loud, scratching her head in deep confusion.

Wasn’t he about to catch me red-handed for spying on his secret murder plan?! What on earth is that crazy Zombie King trying to do right now?!