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... from a zombie bite was one thing, but a plane crash? Now, that would be a terrible way to go.

Then, a smirk graced her lips and she remembered her recent reward.

Just as the plane was about to crash, Yun Xiaoxiao swiftly hid herself and the vehicle in a pocket dimension.

Colonel Unlucky, the zombies chasing her, was not that fortunate.

The impact of the massive plane squashed them into mincemeat.

The few who dodged the crushing impact were burned to ashes ...

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