Rotting Land: Survive Chapter 245: Deadly Radio Waves (Part 2)

On the desolate street, three small cars sped swiftly, their engines roaring continuously, adding a toll of "noise" to this dead city.

Inside the escort vehicle, Long Er was relishing the ride.

Suddenly, an annoying burst of radio static seed inopportune.

Long Er imdiately flared up, cursing angrily, "Damn it, didn't I say to turn off the radio? Who the hell still has it on? Taking my words as bullshit?"

As soon as he said this, the other two in the car exchanged looks, staring at each other in confusion.

Clearly, they didn't have the guts to go against Long Er's orders, but the radio static indeed appeared.

While they were at a loss, the static buzzed again.

"Zzz! Zzz!"

Damn, now Long Er was truly furious; his previous enjoynt doused halfway by the irritating noise, he swung a slap back toward the nearest subordinate's head.

"Snap!" A crisp sound accompanied by a burning pain spread across the back of the subordinate's head, startling him into a yelp, and he slumped to the floor.

"Useless! Truly a fucking coward! One slap and you're down like that!"

Still not satisfied, the infuriated Long Er kicked out, the heavy escort truck shaking uncontrollably with the impact.

"Wow! Boss is really putting in the work!" The oblivious driver behind only thought Long Er was taking care of business, both surprised and envious.

Next to him, Lu Rui licked his lips greedily, concocting wild thoughts in his mind.

The woman, apparently sensing Long Er's intense anger, clambered up from the floor playfully, then whispered:

"Oh, Brother Long, calm down, don't get too upset, you'll break our hearts!"

The woman's words gradually dissipated Long Er's rage, casting a glaring eye at another subordinate, he grumbled, "Cigarette!"

Upon hearing this, the subordinate hurriedly dug into his pocket for cigarettes, but before his fingers touched the pack, that damned "ziz" sound rang out again.

Damn, the subordinate felt like dying, and the one kicked to the floor, clutching his stomach in pain, now had his hands shielded protectively over his head, bracing for the coming "punishnt!"

But to everyone's surprise, this ti, after a short burst of static, a voice ca through the radio: "Old Lin, Old Lin, this is Old Wang, this is Old Wang, co in if you can hear ! Repeat! Co in if you can hear !"

"Whose is it?" Long Er's hesitation lasted only a few seconds before his cold eyes swept over the subordinate before him.

"? No, not , yours, maybe?"

"How could it be! I, I didn't, I turned it off! It's got to be yours!"

As they shifted bla, both subordinates miraculously pulled handheld radios from their waists like magicians and, as if to "show off," handed them to Long Er to "confirm" urgently:

"Boss! Look! Off! It's off!"

After confirming their radios were indeed off, both sighed heavily with relief, but their faces still showed a hint of fear, not daring to reveal any hint of relief.

Long Er coldly glanced at the two radios in front of him, indeed, his subordinates had turned them off as per his orders.

Then this is strange, since the radios were off, where did the call co from?

Besides, Old Wang and Old Lin ntioned in the transmission weren't known individuals in their team and he didn't know them in reality at all.

Stuck in a deadlock, Long Er subconsciously rubbed his bald head, truly having no clue what was going on.

What the hell is this?

As his eyes darted around, sothing dawned on Long Er, halting his rubbing hand: "I ask you, did you get a radio from the last survivor group? Where is it?"

Upon hearing this, the two subordinates froze montarily, undoubtedly comprehending sothing, and imdiately pointed behind Long Er and urged: "Boss, the, the radio, it's, it's right, right behind you."

Without wasting words upon receiving the answer, Long Er adjusted the woman's irritating clinging, reached back, and quickly found a protruding object among the clothes.

Upon closer inspection, sure enough, it was a radio!

So the question arose, the earlier transmission was indeed from this radio, but who was on the other end?

Long Er furrowed his brow in hesitation, but just then, the call sounded again: "Old Lin, Old Lin, what's going on with you?"

Upon hearing "what's going on," a sinister smile crept onto Long Er's stiff face.

This smile made the subordinates shiver as it fell upon them.

As lackeys following Long Er in the post-apocalypse for over a month, they knew all too well what this smile from their boss entailed.

Since more than one Survivor Team had miserably t their end under this seemingly sinister smile.

Fear gripped their hearts, the two dared not make a sound, worried about riling the Demon God before them, resulting in their own "misfortune."

They sensibly took a couple of steps toward the door, to avoid Long Er's "wrath" lashing on them.

At this mont, Long Er was indeed formulating so ideas, unquestionably bloody and brutal.

But to him, in this post-apocalyptic world, the more brutal the bloodshed, the more it roused his "interest."

So...

Shooting a glance at the subordinates who had already "withdrew," Long Er spit contemptuously, gestured signaling silence, cleared his throat, pressed the talk button, and responded earnestly, "Old Wang, Old Wang, transmission received, transmission received! Over!"

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