Murder on a stormy night.
Yang Tianlong, Dapao, and others were on the high wall at the gate, occupying a strategically advantageous position. At this mont, so prisoners began to erge from the buildings within the prison.
As soon as they ca out, they faced relentless bullets.
In the night rain, the battle was extrely one-sided.
In this prison, there were only two exits—a front and a back door, both of which were now controlled by Dapao, Li Tie, and others.
The only places where one could climb the surrounding wall were also just these two doors. Although in the darkness, so prisoners managed to escape from their living quarters without being detected by Yang Tianlong and others, they couldn’t leave the prison.
This prison was well-fortified, perfectly capable of resisting attacks from zombies, but now, it also trapped the inmates with no way to escape.
Even if they managed to escape from the prison, the Zombie Tide outside would rcilessly tear them apart.
...
Third Uncle listened to an explosion in the room, expressionless.
Behind him, Lao Xie was sowhat puzzled, not understanding why Third Uncle had just stopped them from entering the room.
At that mont, following an explosion, he too understood.
There was soone in the room!
After the explosion, silence fell.
Imdiately after, Third Uncle swiftly entered the room, gun in hand, aiming at the spot where the Hand Grenade had been thrown.
All that was visible was the spot of the explosion, where the wall was sowhat collapsed, beneath which was a gruesoly disfigured corpse—its head blown off. The lower half vaguely resembled a human.
Wearing shorts, Third Uncle saw this scene and confird his earlier judgnt; among those five people who ca down from upstairs, besides the outside corpse, this one was the person missed.
This building had been cleared by Third Uncle and his n, and they were about to leave when they suddenly heard noises coming from the basent.
Was there soone else?
Thus, Third Uncle imdiately instructed everyone to stand behind pillars, waiting for the person erging from the basent.
In the basent, Zhuzi personally went down to check the generator’s issue.
After descending into the basent, he saw that the diesel inside the generator was nearly depleted, no wonder the power had been unstable; it was running out of diesel.
Turning his head, he refilled the generator tank with the previously stored diesel, instantly boosting its power.
Zhuzi checked each diesel drum and discovered that only less than five drums remained. He thought he needed to discuss with the others soon—they must avoid using lights unnecessarily and also needed to search for new diesel supplies.
The diesel shouldn’t run out; without it, there would be no electricity at night.
The basent was soundproofed excellently. The sounds from above were much weakened after passing through the barriers.
Plus, with the rain outside and the zombies’ howling, much of the noise from above was masked.
Having refilled the diesel, Zhuzi was now humming a tune, casually erging from the basent.
Tadatadatada~
As he stepped out and was just closing the basent door, he heard so crying and gunshots nearby.
What was happening?
Zhuzi’s expression changed instantly; he was about to turn around when he felt sothing hard pressing against his waist.
"Don’t move, dare to move, and you’re dead," Third Uncle said indifferently.
The killings today were fierce. Although the people in the prison were to be dealt with, the two main culprits must be identified.
"Who are you? No, who are you all?" Through his peripheral vision, Zhuzi not only saw Third Uncle but also so other people around him.
Bang~
Third Uncle fired directly, hitting Zhuzi’s knee.
Zhuzi collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with horror.
Third Uncle stated, "I am the one asking the questions, not you. Do you know Black Snake?"
Zhuzi nodded, his face drenched with cold sweat from pain.
Third Uncle then asked, "Good, co here, take a look at the person in this room. Who is it?"
Zhuzi clutched the gunshot wound on his knee, his pants soaked with blood.
Pain!
"I, I, my leg is hurt, I can’t move," Zhuzi grimaced and said.
"Crawl there," Third Uncle said rcilessly.
Seeing Zhuzi didn’t move, Third Uncle was about to raise his gun and finish him off.
He was pressed for ti and still needed to support Li Gang and the others, having just happened to encounter this man and guessed that the person in the room might have a special identity, hence he asked.
If this person didn’t respond, he had no ti to waste on him.
Zhuzi, seeing Third Uncle’s seriousness, and under the dim light in the aisle, Third Uncle and the others appeared like ssengers from Hell; besides Third Uncle, the others were silent, looking particularly terrifying.
Enduring the pain in his knee, Zhuzi crawled towards the person ten ters away.
"Hurry up," Third Uncle said calmly, seeing his slow pace.
Hearing Third Uncle’s seemingly emotionless words, as if spoken by a ssenger from Hell, Zhuzi’s mind was muddled. Everything had been fine just a mont ago; what was happening now?
It was all so sudden, everything felt like a dream.
Yet, the occasional sound of gunfire around him and the pain in his knee told him this was all real.
Hiss, hiss, hiss~
There was so water on the ground, only because it was raining, Zhuzi’s crawling speed accelerated significantly.
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