After briefly explaining to his colleagues, Solan left the police station with a familiarity. It didn't matter if the Toyota key was in Mai's hands. He could move a regular police car at will.

The recent location of the Selected Coffee Coffee is really necessary to find it specifically. Things in the world are often so interesting. When you don’t need it, many things will keep showing off their presence in front of you, but when you really need to find it, you often discredit in front of you and don’t know where to start.

Solan is now facing this kind of situation. He drove onto the road easily in a police car, but where to buy the Chosen Coffee is definitely a problem.

He had been to a direct store with Shirley, and he gave Ederson a copy while performing a sewer mission. But at this moment, the night was dark and the store had already closed. His only way was to be a vending machine, so he had to drive along the street and try his luck by walking by.

When he thought that it would be so troublesome to have a cup of coffee, Solan couldn't help but complain in the car. It would be great if he was living in China now. The 24-hour convenience store everywhere and the safe environment without guns for all people would definitely allow any night owl to buy whatever he wants.

"Sure enough, go to Nina's university. How can a group of hard-working students not drink coffee? I remember that I saw a vending machine last time, and it seemed to be near the library?"

With such thoughts, Solan immediately drove to the direction of Union Lake, from where he crossed the bridge to reach the University Town in northern Seattle.

On the expressway, Chevrolet police cars were driving steadily at the speed limit, throwing rows of dim street lights to the rear, and even skimming countless buildings on both sides. As a city landmark, the brightly lit space needle tower is clearly visible, and the high-rise office buildings standing around are naturally also conspicuous.

One of them is the headquarters building of the Gods' Chosen. Solan was muttering this in his mind. With the height of its forty-five floors, he could guess which one it came from here by estimating the height of the Space Needle Tower. If there is someone on the co-pilot at this moment, it can be used to make a bet.

"Suppose Jack Smith is turned into a zombie by Venom Flow. If that puppet master really uses industrial means to create his subordinates, food processing is indeed the best entry point, and the beverage industry is a natural communication medium. However, will there really be a crazy man who can make zombies on a large scale? If this is really accidentally triggered a global Resident Evil, wouldn't he be ranked first in the list of the most mentally retarded zombies in history?"

Venom Flow Puppet Master is really different from parasites. Although Solan himself is not a puppet master, he also knows the biggest difference between these two types of zombies.

Parasites make them perceive and control the parasites. Every transformed zombie is under their firm control. In terms of computer games that have emerged in recent years, they are very similar to traditional necromancers, but the source of materials is more abundant. It can be said that although they are terrible, as long as someone who is interested focuses on dealing with the puppet master himself, no matter how big the disaster is, it can be eliminated.

But the venom flow is completely different. It can be said to be the lowest form of spreading through biting or sucking blood. The Venom masters thousands of years ago understood the principle of drugging. A drop of venom flow dripped into the big pot of the military camp, and hundreds of walking corpses formed overnight. This is a theoretically feasible thing! It can be said that if any venom flow puppet master is determined to destroy the world, it is really a matter of thought.

Because the most terrifying thing is that the zombies created by the Venom Stream have nothing to do with the puppet master himself. No matter how many humans are transformed, the puppet master cannot know how many humans are transformed.

Any terrifying thing is controllable, and you can't be afraid of it. You just need to be strictly managed. You are afraid of those uncontrollable things. Fortunately, every Venom Puppet Master in history is not stupid enough to destroy the world. No matter how many brainless zombies there are, they cannot create civilization. As a brain-free zombie, of course, they will not sit and watch the beautiful world turn into a dead earth.

"But this is the era of industrialization... I'm not afraid of zombies having no brains, I'm afraid that humans will get a piece of venom, and then foolishly treat it as a new type of caffeine..."

Because of the many troubles in the past two days, Solan couldn't help but frighten himself, and unknowingly, he even made himself sweat.

This is how many things are. Often, it is very common. If you think about it in a certain direction, you can make up a lot of things even if you have nothing to do.

Solan thought about it randomly. The Chosen Coffee sold so exaggeratedly. Is it because the founder's formula added drug-based ingredients? Will this raw material be zombie venom? Are the two people who have inexplicably become zombie zombie mutated because of drinking such coffee?

"Heinrich, right? I'm so embarrassed. It's not that I deliberately made you worse. Who said you were a German? The older generation of Chinese people still gritted their teeth when they mentioned Japan. You have to understand, you have to understand..."

The poor chairman of the Chosen Coffee was actually guessed by a policeman who had no idea about it and used his brains to guess it as an evil Nazi. After a while, when the police car drove all the way to the gate of the University of Washington, Solan finally came to his senses and burst into laughter and cry for his unsuccessful thoughts.

"Damn... I also reminded Nina not to treat everyone who has red eyes as a person to be transformed... Damn!"

There have been too many things recently, and Solan suddenly remembered a fact that he had ignored.

"Nina entered Walker's store and came out safely again! I'm sorry... I'm lucky, luckily... But did she buy really beef that day?"

This sudden memory suddenly made Solan sweat in a cold sweat. He was not afraid of Nina accidentally eating human flesh, or even fearing that she was bitten by an ordinary zombie, but if she was dragged into the kitchen by a madman... Even if it was one of the bad endings that a human girlfriend of a zombie would have to bear, this part would be too mainstream, right?

"The winner of the annual Golden Plum, if it is made into a movie, haha..."

Accompanied by a group of sudden random thoughts, Solan stopped outside the school and then climbed over the wall to the University of Washington campus.

He ran here halfway through the night shift. Before the time was quiet, he could still see a few students in the path. Without disturbing his girlfriend, he went straight to find his vending machine. There should be something near the cafeteria. With this idea in mind, Solan trotted in that direction.

Scattered human flavors are spread throughout the campus, and there are several mixed men and women among the flowers in the park, and a rich atmosphere is constantly floating in the dormitory area farther away.

The campus in the middle of the night is the best hunting ground, but most of the bodies will be measured by hunters as a reasonable cause of death. How many campus murders are there in the country every year? How many foreign students are missing inexplicably and hard to find? Even Solan cannot grasp the truth of every line, let alone ordinary policemen?

Fortunately, even from a national perspective, the University of Washington is the safest one.

Solan trotted and soon saw the canteen building, which was of course another quaint European building. But soon, when there were only more than fifty yards left, Solan heard loud knocks and smashes.

"What's the situation? The thieves are so bold?"

He had no intention of wasting much time. He paused and appeared directly at the crime scene at the next moment.

The perpetrator was a slender girl with short hair, with her pretty black hair combed with a spirited dovetail, wearing a shirt and a thin sweater vest, and a knee-length skirt on her lower body.

However, at this moment, the girl in the dress didn't even have a little ladylike style, and she didn't give Chanel a certain amount of face at all. She raised her right leg and was wearing Chanel's thick-soled sandals. With a whip, she kicked her out!

The goal is an automatic beverage vending machine!

"Hey, stop!"

Solan immediately yelled and quickly stepped forward and said, "Disclaimer of public property!"

Of course the girl was startled and jumped up, but the next second, the machine's shipment port suddenly opened.

The first listen, then the second listen, then the third, fourth and fifth listen, and cans of coffee were spit out like an avalanche. By chance, they all rolled towards Solan!

What's more coincidental is that they are his destination all the way here - a lot of Chosen Coffees.
Chapter completed!