"Zombies!" There was no need to peer outside to confirm; just the peculiar sounds from the bottom of the building were enough for Xu Renjie to determine that the initiators were definitely not human. Moreover, from the frequency of the noises, he could infer that there was no small number of zombies.
Having grasped the situation, Xu Renjie crouched back into the massage room, and before he could speak, Tang Xiaoquan, who had been waiting in silence, caught the result from his complex expression.
So when Old Zhang was giving his despondent account, Tang Xiaoquan wasn't surprised at all; on the contrary, he felt it was only natural.
At this mont, both Tang Xiaoquan and Xu Renjie felt a mix of emotions; logically, today's operations had gone rather smoothly, despite a few close calls, they managed to get through.
They thought the danger had ended, and they could finally have a peaceful night, but who would have thought that an abrupt change would completely shatter this beautiful wish.
Tang Xiaoquan even shifted from his previous sympathy for the two deceased to endless complaints.
But it was understandable why he felt this way. After all, the place where Glasses Man and Short Man died was "awkwardly" right at the alley where the survivor team was hiding. In this way, it was not just their own deaths, but they also implicated Tang Xiaoquan and other innocent people.
After a mont of silence, Xu Renjie gradually erged from his chaotic emotions. The pressing matter at hand was to figure out how to deal with the zombies downstairs. Otherwise, they would all be wiped out in this beauty salon.
Fortunately, there was a long night ahead, and Xu Renjie had enough ti to think about this problem. Plus, the chilly night wind made his mind exceptionally clear. He hoped to co up with a solution before sunrise while also hoping that after the "big al," the beasts would leave on their own.
Unfortunately, it's easy to invite in trouble but hard to send it away. When day broke, Xu Renjie once again stood at the window, looking at the hordes of zombies aimlessly wandering below. He knew his wishful thinking was just that—wishful thinking.
The place where the two corpses had died now only had large patches of dried blood and scattered broken bones, which spoke volus about the combat capability of these beasts.
It seems the sniper who set the ambush had long gone "ho to his wife and kids by the warm fire," or else Old Xu wouldn't be standing at the window so carelessly unhard until now.
Nevertheless, Old Xu couldn't venture downstairs to break through, because looking at the crowd of zombies blocking the alley so tightly, one could imagine the consequences after opening the door.
The survivors, who were gradually waking up, had no idea what had happened the previous night. The only thing they were curious about was why Old Xu hadn't woken them up for the shift change as agreed.
However, seeing that everything at the station was fine, they didn't bring it up.
Tang Xiaoquan called everyone into his room one by one, with his brother Wang Qiang being the last one.
As Wang Qiang stretched lazily and yawned reluctantly into the room, the rest of the survivors, who had been waiting with sleepy eyes, looked at him. Perhaps feeling he had woken up late, Wang Qiang scratched his head with embarrassnt and joked, "Oh wow, you're all here. What's up with you all looking so listless! Did you have trouble sleeping in a new place? Well, if that's the case, your adaptability is too poor. Look at ! Hehe, I had a rock-solid sleep last night!"
Now Old Xu had no interest in listening to Wang Qiang's jokes. He quietly signaled Wang Qiang to sit down.
Seeing everyone was present, Tang Xiaoquan exchanged a glance with Xu Renjie beside him, and then said, "Old Xu, let's begin."
With a slight nod, Old Xu slowly extended his right hand and calmly said, "Explain the situation to everyone first."
Upon hearing this, the survivors were all sowhat puzzled. Even the previously grinning Wang Qiang smartly tuned into seriousness, furrowed his brow, and perked up his ears.
Next, Tang Xiaoquan recounted in as much detail as possible the one-sided massacre that occurred last night. Of course, many details were perhaps obtained during the 'night talks by candlelight' with Old Xu.
As expected, after hearing his account, everyone displayed astonished and bewildered expressions.
To this, Tang Xiaoquan wasn't surprised at all, or rather, it was within his expectations.
After all, the scenes he described could only be seen in Hollywood blockbusters.
Frankly, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have dismissed it as fabricated nonsense.
But it was indeed a fact, and after hearing it, Wang Qiang couldn't help but clench his fists and curse angrily:
"Damn! These damn foreigners are too damn arrogant, daring to kill wantonly on our Huaxia land. They must think Huaxia's children are easy targets. And how could you not call about sothing so big? If I had known, I would have taken down those bastards speaking gibberish."
Wang Qiang's righteous deanor seed very manly, but in Tang Xiaoquan's eyes, his "righteous indignation" looked no different from a "second-year" student, utterly naive and childish to the extre.
"Qiang, having nationalist sentints is fine, but co on, weigh your capabilities. Are you a good fighter? If you're such a great fighter, try sparring with Old Xu first, see if you can take him down!"
Despite his blunt words, Tang Xiaoquan didn't pull his punches. His words, though hurtful, were honest and spot on.
He did this because he wanted to awaken his good brother, hoping he would mature and not recklessly react without thinking whenever sothing happened.
Moreover, he was worried that if his brother indeed encountered that group from last night and rushed to fight, there would be no suspense, and Wang Qiang's life would inevitably be sacrificed.
Wang Qiang naturally wasn't convinced. He wanted to argue, but after thinking it over, even handling Wei Dazhuang or Hu Xiaodong would be questionable. So despite his anger, he had no choice but to let it go.
Xu Renjie rubbed his temples, clearly seeing this wasn't the ti for aningless discussions. He pointed outside and solemnly said, "Enough of the nonsense. Go to the windows and have a look. After that, let's continue our discussion. Rember, be quiet, don't alert the zombies!"
Five minutes later, the survivors had finished their inspection and returned to the massage room.
Only this ti, after investigating the actual scene and witnessing the situation downstairs, the survivors' expressions turned solemn.
The alleyway was blocked, as was the entrance to the beauty and hairdressing building. Escape was no longer an option.
What should the survivors do next to get through this crisis? (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian to vote for it. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read it on m.qidian.)
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