By something else.
A wall of black crystal had risen from the street.
It stretched from one building to another.
At its center stood the armored figure.
The same one from the convoy.
He removed his helmet.
His face was pale.
His eyes glowed faintly green.
Yan Cijin's expression changed.
"He is infected."
Bai Li looked at him.
"Not exactly."
The man raised a hand.
The zombies stopped.
All of them.
Complete silence fell.
Then he said, "You have come far enough."
Bai Li remained seated on the motorcycle.
"Move."
The man shook his head.
"The fruit does not belong to you."
Yan Cijin stepped forward.
"We did not ask."
The man's mouth curved into a strange smile.
"That is why I am afraid of you."
Bai Li looked at Yan Cijin.
"Do you want him?"
Yan Cijin looked at the man.
"No."
"Good."
Bai Li raised her hand.
The crystal wall exploded.
The man flew backward.
Yan Cijin stared at the opening.
"You really do not like obstacles."
"I prefer doors."
