The arrow is on the string and must be released.
No ti to hesitate, Tang Xiaoquan made a prompt decision and commanded again, "Ah Cheng, give the Incendiary Bottles!"
"Oh! Okay, okay!" Tense as well, Ah Cheng didn't say a word and hurriedly picked up two bottles from the ground, handing them to Tang Xiaoquan.
"I hope it's not too late!" Praying silently, Tang Xiaoquan threw the bottle, which hit a Zombie near the target location, then shattered on the ground.
"Crash! Whoosh!"
The struck Zombie turned its dead brain in confusion, its round eyes glanced dully at the fire, then without interest, it turned back towards the Buick GL8 where the man was.
"Damn it!" One attempt failed, trying a second, Tang Xiaoquan furrowed his brows and threw another bottle.
This ti, his target shifted to an area where Zombies were gathered, hoping to divert the creatures' attention.
However... the result was still disappointing.
The booze splashed and ignited under the sparks, even setting fire to the clothes of several nearby Zombies due to its special location.
Such a "two birds with one stone" attack should have been enough to attract the Zombies' attention, but... the distant "whoosh" sound seed to possess endless Magic Power, making the commotion caused by the Incendiary Bottles insufficient to change the Zombies' focus.
Unwilling! Tang Xiaoquan realized the main reason for the current situation was the lack of powerful firepower, so without looking back, he extended his palm and shouted, "Ah Cheng! **! Quick!"
But he waited for a long ti without anything landing in his hand. When he looked back, he saw Ah Cheng's young, lon-seed face moving from where the bottles were kept: "Sorry, Brother Quan, the ** here are all used up!"
"What!!" Calamity does not co singly, that's what it's called, Tang Xiaoquan's face turned pale instantly.
Yet, just when he was at a loss, Ah Cheng's following words reignited his confidence: "Well, Brother Quan, why don't we use the ones wrapped up in the living room?"
Right! ntally cursing his own stupidity, Tang Xiaoquan recalled the specially made bottles by Hu Xiaodong.
"Okay, okay, hurry, Ah Cheng, quickly bring them all!"
Just like driving a duck onto a shelf in panic, after hearing the positive response, Ah Cheng hurriedly dashed back into the house.
Four in total, the number was sowhat ominous, but clearly, it wasn't the ti to dwell on such things.
Tang Xiaoquan imdiately grabbed one, and after swiftly surveying the latest position of the Zombie horde, he reset his target location and decisively raised his right arm.
However... just as he was about to release the bottle, a neuron in his brain abruptly issued a "stop" command, and Tang Xiaoquan suddenly froze like a clay sculpture.
"Quan, Quan Brother! Brother Quan~" Unclear of the situation, Ah Cheng was inexplicably startled, his eyes filled with fear.
Tang Xiaoquan did not hear the call beside him at all; he was fully imrsed in his own consciousness.
What was Tang Xiaoquan doing at this mont? In fact, he was thinking!
It was precisely due to the delay in finding the bottles that his tense and muddled mind gradually cald down.
Once calm, many previously obscure and chaotic things began to beco clear.
So, Tang Xiaoquan suddenly realized he was making a mistake, a very serious mistake!
And what exactly was this mistake?
Undoubtedly, the main reason for the current Zombie commotion was the buzzing sound from the vehicle the man was in.
To turn this situation around and refocus the Zombies' attention, one has to create sothing noisier than the buzzing.
For this, a few bottle throws were obviously not enough unless…
Unless I can create a continuous noise!
His eyes gradually brightened as Tang Xiaoquan ca up with a solution to the problem.
"Phew~" He let out a long breath, and as his awareness returned, Ah Cheng's calls beca clearer to his ears.
"I'm fine, Ah Cheng! We need to change our strategy!"
The Zombies below were getting closer to the man, and Tang Xiaoquan knew he was at the point where he had to take a gamble!
"Do as I do! Ah Cheng! Quick! Make as much noise as possible! We need to lure the Zombies here!"
As he spoke, Tang Xiaoquan forcefully threw the two bottles in his hand towards the base of the wall and then shouted loudly, "Hey! Hey! Over here, you beasts! Look this way!"
His roaring voice truly shocked, directly startling Ah Cheng on the side.
"Ah Cheng, don't just stand there, follow my lead! Or it'll be too late!" Seeing the Zombies at the building's base showing signs of turning, Tang Xiaoquan urged urgently.
Dumbfounded! Ah Cheng was utterly dumbfounded! He couldn't understand what Brother Quan was doing!
Did he not want to live? Normally, we avoid Zombies as much as possible, and now he's actively provoking them! Is he trying to escape? Or is he planning to get himself killed?
Ah Cheng couldn't help but question Tang Xiaoquan's sanity.
But due to his relentless urging, Ah Cheng could only reluctantly, albeit unwillingly, comply: "Okay, okay! I'll, I'll shout now!"
"Ah! Look over here! Over here, you beasts!"
"Wow! Did you skip breakfast? Sounds like a mosquito humming! Too soft! Use so energy! Shout louder!" Ti was of the essence, and Tang Xiaoquan couldn't worry about anything else, bellowing his rebuke.
Everyone has their temper, even a cornered dog will jump, let alone Ah Cheng. Although he was just coming of age, he still had a temper. Being spoken to and scolded like this would make anyone upset!
If not silenced in anger, one would erupt in anger!
If not erupt once, then…
"NMD, a bunch of idiots! Where are you looking? Your Grandpa Du is right here! Damn! Up here! Up here! Turn around! You morons..."
Sweat rolled down his cheek as Tang Xiaoquan looked at the young man beside him with his mouth half-open.
Was this still the Ah Cheng he knew? This was damn well a street-level **!
"What are you staring at? Brother Quan! Don't stand there blankly! Make noise! Lure the Zombies!" Unceremoniously, Ah Cheng glared angrily at Tang Xiaoquan, then continued gesturing wildly, shouting at the Zombies.
Dumbfounded indeed! Truly dumbfounded! Tang Xiaoquan was sweating rivers at this mont, truly understanding the aning of the phrase:
You can't judge a book by its cover; the sea is not asured by a bucket!
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