Chapter 215: The Live Stream Cuts Off

"If I had a knife and encountered a zombie, I’d throw someone to distract it, then rush in and split its head open with one strike. I’ve heard zombie brains are a nasty gray-green liquid that stinks. When you cut through, it might splatter everywhere. If I don’t have enough strength, I’ll just have to chop several times, and then bits of bone and flesh will mix with the brain matter, splattering everywhere like fireworks." Catherine described this gruesome scene with a kind of anticipation, then suddenly asked, "Miller Institute, can you help me find a long knife?" The group was already shocked by her vivid description. Miller quickly waved his hands, "No, no, we don’t have any knives here, not even a fruit knife." Catherine looked at Ivan, spreading her hands in mock helplessness, "Oh well, I guess I can’t kill zombies then." Ivan found Catherine’s act of pretending not to know the group wasn’t staff incredibly adorable and couldn’t resist patting her on the head. "Then let’s leave