Sound detection and positioning.
He quickly determined the source of the gunfire.
Three o’clock direction!
Using the water barrel on the rooftop to shield most of his body, Wang Hao quietly looked over.
"Bang bang bang bang bang."
A series of gunshots sounded.
He could even see the flashes of light.
"Roar."
The zombies were all alard, rushing frantically toward that building.
However, the doors at the bottom were all sealed, so they couldn’t get in at all.
The dense gunfire lasted for more than ten minutes before finally dying down completely.
Wang Hao furrowed his brows.
What’s going on?
A gunfight?
His eyes shifted: "Yueyue, let’s go over, rember, be very careful, don’t make any unnecessary noise."
"Oh! Okay!"
...
Inside the office building, a dozen or so n and won were panting heavily.
A burly man spat and cursed angrily:
"Damn Zheng Shanming, son of a bitch, we saved them, and not only did they not repay us, they even ambushed us, killing so many of our people."
"Fucking hell, if we keep fighting them, even if I die, I’m going to kill those sons of bitches."
A lean young man was also furious, readying his rifle to continue the fight.
"Alright, everyone calm down."
The third speaker was surprisingly a woman.
She looked to be in her thirties, with short, neat hair, average looks, but with a strand of heroism between her brows that greatly enhanced her presence.
Even though she was a woman, the mont she spoke, everyone stopped arguing and cald down.
"Sigh... with the apocalypse, who knew human hearts could beco so malicious."
The woman let out a long sigh:
"Thankfully, they only got the key to the armory. If they had managed to capture Old Zhao and open the armory, gaining the heavy weapons inside, it would be all over."
As she spoke, she instinctively glanced at a middle-aged man not far away.
He was chubby, sporting a balding hairstyle, with a sowhat greasy appearance.
He was in charge of the armory.
To open the armory, besides the key, they also needed his iris and fingerprint.
Lately, those people on the other side frequently ambushed them.
It was all to capture this man and then open the armory to acquire all the weapons and ammunition inside.
"Even if it ans dying, we can’t let them get the armory. Otherwise, who knows how many people will be hard."
The young soldier’s eyes flickered with determination.
They chose to join the military to protect their holand.
They all held beliefs and a sense of justice in their hearts.
Even in the apocalypse, protecting the people was still deeply etched in their bones.
For this, they were willing to sacrifice their own lives.
"That’s right! Even if we die, we can’t let them get the armory."
The sturdy military officer’s eyes also shone with righteousness.
"Qin Lan and the others..."
The short-haired woman’s eyes showed a trace of sadness.
Everyone’s expressions weren’t great either.
"Even though they are won, having donned this uniform, they are soldiers.
I believe they understand!"
The young soldier looked serious, his eyes seemingly glowing, he clenched his fist and said through gritted teeth:
"Although we can’t use Old Li to exchange for them, we must do everything we can to rescue them, even if it costs our lives."
"We don’t abandon, we don’t give up!"
They all spoke in unison.
....
On the other side, a large group of people gathered together.
Compared to the short-haired woman’s group, they more resembled a doomsday team.
Inside the house, the won were dressed very scantily, so even completely naked.
So of them were kneeling on the ground, serving the n.
So squatted there massaging legs.
Others were pinching shoulders and backs.
Their faces all carried flattering smiles.
There were also two won who seed not to have complied with these people.
They were stripped naked and handcuffed there.
Their bodies were covered with various scars, shocking to see.
Their faces were full of numbness, as if they had beco indifferent to everything.
"Damn it, these soldiers, don’t they have a clue? Wouldn’t it be better to work with us?
They insist on making things mutually destructive before they’re satisfied."
A bald, scarred man shouted angrily.
He sat in a boss’s chair, a dragon tattoo stretched across his bare chest.
His body was covered with various scars, a dozen or so.
Even his face bore a long scar running from his left forehead down to his right chin.
It seed to split his head in two, making him look extrely grim and terrifying.
He was clearly not soone to be trifled with.
Beside him, a doctor was treating a wound on his shoulder.
He had obviously been accidentally hit by a bullet in the earlier battle.
Under him, there was a fully naked beauty, attentively serving him.
"Exactly, those damn bastards, so ungrateful, sitting on so many weapons, yet not using them.
Even if they don’t use them, they won’t let us either. Damn it, if we got our hands on those, we could sweep the entire city."
"A bunch of idiots, being a soldier has made them stupid, there’s an apocalypse and they still talk about justice, ideology, and beliefs, it’s simply insane."
"They even hesitate to clear out the zombies outside, these people, ha! They won’t last long."
...
The lackeys all chid in.
They looked down on the short-haired woman’s group.
Yet they forgot that many among them were previously those "idiots" who were desperately saved by the very people they now deride.
"Let them struggle slowly, their numbers have dwindled, and eventually, we’ll kill them all."
The bald, scarred man’s mouth twisted into a cruel grin.
"Just worried they might do sothing desperate and kill Old Li!"
"Don’t worry, until the last mont, they won’t do that. Before killing them all, we just need to bring the man over.
Even if they go down with us, once we kill them all, we can slowly clear out the zombies inside.
By then we can use a cutting machine to cut, or an excavator to dig, there are always ways to open it, now is the apocalypse! No need to worry about so many irrelevant things."
The bald, scarred man didn’t mind much.
He was right too.
Now it’s the apocalypse, all ans can be used.
As long as there’s enough ti, it can eventually be opened.
Of course!
Getting Old Li would be the best.
That way, it would save a lot of trouble.
"The armory to the east isn’t like the one to the south, there are mainly light weapons and pills, the defenses there are much weaker.
It shouldn’t be too hard to cut through with a cutting machine over there."
A middle-aged man adjusted his glasses and said seriously.
"Hmm! But there are many zombies wandering there, when the Ghoul attacked earlier, many soldiers died there while trying to get weapons and ammunition.
Clearing it out will be troubleso, we’re running out of ammunition, and will probably need to resort to lee combat."
"Find an opportunity to recruit more people, we have seized ninety percent of the food supplies, there’s plenty of food."
The bald, scarred man considered continuing to search for survivors.
Most of their people were initially rescued by the short-haired woman’s group.
The rest were self-recruited.
Until now, they had never actually rescued any survivors.
After several battles, while the short-haired woman’s group was like grasshoppers after autumn.
They too suffered severe losses, and for their future plans, they needed manpower!
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