You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

The piercing alarm blared incessantly.

All the zombies in the parking lot were attracted by this strange sound.

The white Jili car had almost become a twisted can, with its dented front end nearly crushing the driver's seat's occupant into meat sauce.

Meanwhile, about fifty meters away from the mall, another car was parked by the roadside.

Everyone was looking terrified.

They dared not speak.

All they could hear was the rustling sound outside the car window.

One after another, shadows staggered along, slowly making their way toward the scene of the car accident ahead.

Their bodies continuously rubbed against the abandoned vehicles on both sides, and their bare feet dragged a long streak of blood on the ground.

Soon, all the zombies in front of the mall were attracted to the Jili that crashed into the roadside flowerbed.

It seemed as though the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning oil.

Then, a spark of fire appeared.

The people in the car did not even have time to react when the Jili, gradually disappearing in the crowd of zombies, suddenly inflated, followed by a deafening explosion.

Bloodied limbs and bones rained down like fireworks from the sky.

Hundreds of zombies almost instantly turned into scattered pieces of rotten flesh, burning to ashes in the raging fire.

"Not good!"

"Get out of the car!"

"The fire is coming this way!"

The tall and thin man, who had wanted to see how many zombies there were, caught sight of the sparks dancing on the ground unintentionally.

At the end of the trail of sparks were cars piled up one after another.

Their car was among them.

The black smoke was billowing outside, and the intense smell of burning flesh was quickly seeping in through the car window cracks into everyone's nostrils.

In an instant, they all understood the tall and thin man's meaning.

Without needing to be urged, the people did not even care about the zombies passing by outside; they just pushed the car door open!

At the brink of life and death, even with zombies around, they had to fight!

The tall and thin man, suppressing the terror in his heart, swung the wrench in his hand to knock down a zombie in front of him before turning to run towards the now-empty side of the mall.

A companion had just gotten out of the car when he stumbled right into the embrace of a zombie.

A painful shriek erupted instantly.

"Ahhhh!"

"Don't go, help me!"

He reached out to grab a nearby companion but was pushed away with a shove by the other party.

"Fuck, don't drag me down if you want to die!"

"Let go! Let go, damn it!"

The zombie embracing the man was greedily gulping down flesh and blood, while the owner of the flesh and blood was desperately clinging to another person.

The sound and blood quickly attracted several nearby zombies.

The man being clung to could only watch in despair as danger approached.

Another scream pierced the air.

At the same time, flames on the ground had been gradually spreading.

It seemed that some car's fuel tanks were leaking due to the impact and compression of the crash, causing the fire on the Jili to turn into a wildly thrashing fire snake.

Explosions rocked the area one after another, and the shock wave rapidly spread all around.

The tall and thin man, who had not run far, didn't even have time to duck down when a powerful force suddenly blew his body away, tumbling several times across the ground before stopping.

His head still wasn't clear when he heard the sound of zombies near his ear.

"Damn it!"

The tall and thin man cursed silently and got up to run.

The entrance to the emergency escape route was right ahead, and if he could get in, he could survive!

Seconds later.

"Where are the keys?"

"Damn, the keys aren't with me!"

Patting his empty pockets, he just then remembered the person with the keys had already died behind him.

The tall and thin man's forehead was suddenly drenched in cold sweat.

It was over. He was doomed.

A zombie was already screaming as it pounced towards him.

He quickly dodged to the side and managed to push it to the ground, but he felt a searing pain in his abdomen.

It felt as if something had viciously clawed at him.

Bang!

Just at that moment, the iron gate in front of them suddenly opened!

The face that met their eyes was an ordinary one, common amongst the populace, but the eyes were strikingly calm, quickly dragging the tall and thin man inside! Experience more on empire

The few people guarding the door hastily scrambled to close the wide-open iron gate.

In the cramped corridor, all that could be heard were the heavy breaths of those present.

The man with the common face pulled with both hands, pushing the tall and thin man into the corner to check for any injuries, and then immediately noticed the scratch on the man's stomach.

His expression changed in an instant.

"Where did this injury come from!"

"Speak quickly!"

The tall and thin man tilted his head back, feeling the cool chill from above, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Tell the truth?

Say he was caught by accident just now?

No, once he said that, the dagger on his neck would likely pierce his throat immediately.

Moreover, he wasn't even sure how the injury had occurred in the first place.

What if it was just a scratch from getting out of the car carelessly?

After all, it was normal not to notice a small injury in the panic that had ensued.

Thinking this, his mood suddenly became much calmer, and he looked up at the man with the common face with a hint of pleading in his eyes:

"Zhao, Director Zhao."

"Don't be impulsive, this wasn't from a bite."

"It happened when I was getting out of the car just now, accidentally scraped by the wire outside."

The expression of the man with the common face remained tense, with the dagger in his hand pressing forward even more, the sharp tip already piercing the skin on the tall and thin man's neck.

It was then that a man's voice came from the stairs.

"Old Zhao."

"Let him finish speaking."

The tall and thin man who had already closed his eyes, preparing for death, suddenly felt a surge of energy.

"Zheng, Director Zheng?"

"Please persuade Director Zhao, I really got scraped by the wire!"

He looked up at Zheng Youcai with a face full of pleading, but the knife on his neck did not merely stop; it wasn't removed.

After Zheng Youcai came down, he glanced at the nervously-intoned tall and thin man and smiled.

"Have you found the person?"

The tall and thin man immediately nodded:

"Found them, found them!"

"We followed that car all the way to the residential area they live in!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"The guy with the surname Zhang is hiding in a villa area!"

A villa area?

Zheng Youcai instinctively paused.

It seemed that there was only one villa area in the entire center of Sanjiang City.

But that place was near a commercial street, and it didn't seem like a location suitable for a shelter.

He had even lived there for a while.

As he recalled, the area seemed to be without a connecting wall on one side.

Wait, a wall?

Could it be that they wanted the generators for this?

"Did you see them go in with your own eyes?"

"What's the situation inside?"

Zheng Youcai's gaze suddenly hardened, staring intently at the tall and thin man in front of him, as if trying to see through whether he was lying.

At the same time, the blade on his neck pressed tighter.

The tall and thin man suddenly became nervous.

His speech began to stutter.

"Tru-true."

"We saw with our own eyes that kid parking the car and going in."

He stopped mid-sentence as the memory of the several trucks that had arrived just as he was leaving flashed through his mind, and he quickly added:

"Right! They got a lot of fuel!"

"They all moved it inside!"

"Someone came out to meet them, a large number, probably dozens or so!"