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The rooftop of Building Two faced directly towards Highway 15, allowing Chen Rui and the others to easily observe the movements above.
This was both a good and a bad thing. Monitoring the Infected Person's actions would certainly help in formulating temporary defense strategies, but witnessing groups of living people being bitten and torn apart by the Infected Person was a psychological burden that most could hardly bear.
"Fortunately, this place is relatively safe. Otherwise, I don't know how we would survive these four hours," Peng Hao said as he propped his rifle beside him, sat down against the air conditioning vent, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. "I'm really exhausted; these ancestors are hard to please."
Chen Rui chuckled as he sat down across from Peng Hao. "Just don’t let them hear you. Don’t be fooled by their current amiability; you never know what their true nature is like."
"No, no, no!" Peng Hao waved his hand, smiling mysteriously. "I think she really likes you. Oh my! The aura of a male god attracts beautiful girls everywhere; it’s truly enviable."
"Shut up!" Chen Rui threw a high-explosive grenade at Peng Hao's face.
Peng Hao raised his left hand to block it, and after the grenade hit his head, it slid towards the stairwell.
"Hahaha." Chen Rui couldn't help but laugh at Peng Hao's silly expression. Peng Hao sighed lightly and joined in the laughter.
"Actually, we should thank this Vice President for being with us. If it weren't for him, I reckon we would have starved to death here. Without support, we would have had to go downstairs to search for food and water, and in that case, the chance of total annihilation would be nearly one hundred percent," Peng Hao said casually.
"Not necessarily one hundred percent; at least with our weapons and equipment, we could fight for quite a while!" Chen Rui countered. A few years ago during the Zombie Fever outbreak, numerous apocalyptic-themed American dramas were released, showing even civilians surviving for so long in such dire conditions. Why couldn’t their well-equipped FBI team do the same?
"Have you watched too many American dramas?" Peng Hao looked at Chen Rui disdainfully. "Reality isn't like television shows. Regardless of the genre, the plot is scripted, and luck is predetermined. Do you really think we can have those kinds of turning points like in TV shows?"
Chen Rui was left speechless and could only continue to listen to Teacher Peng's 'teachings.'
"For example, if our twenty-some people rashly go looking for food, we will definitely encounter a certain number of Zombies. So what’s the quickest way to deal with them?" This time, Peng Hao didn’t use any euphemisms; he directly mentioned 'Zombies.'
"Obviously with guns! But these things have their pros and cons."
"That's right. If it's just a few Zombies, it’s manageable, but if there are double digits, we’ll have to use firearms. And in a building like this, gunfire can carry far and will definitely attract the attention of nearby Zombies. At that point, we'll be completely at a disadvantage." Peng Hao took a deep drag from his cigarette. "So, we're quite lucky here because we've found a safe island in the turbulent sea."
"The reality is that after some time of chaos, the entire city will turn into a Zombie den. Even if we break through with overwhelming firepower, we won't be able to escape the city. After all, Zombies will come from all directions drawn by the gunfire; there won't be that one escape route like in the movies." Peng Hao extinguished his cigarette and tossed it to the ground, smiling as he said, "So we are fortunate right now."
Chen Rui pondered over Peng Hao's analysis: If that were true, how could Zhou Yan's game allow them to pass so easily? Zhou Yan gave Chen Rui the impression of being a violent woman who didn't cooperate with violence! How could someone like her write a script that allowed everyone to breezily hum songs and happily make it through?
"Bang!" A dull sound echoed, followed by the sound of shoes hitting the stairs. Everyone who heard it immediately raised their guns, disengaged the safeties, and aimed at the stairway exit.
Soon, a man appeared at the top of the stairs. He stood frozen in place, likely shocked to see so many armed soldiers and even more surprised that they were aiming their guns at him.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I haven't been bitten!" The man waved his hands frantically at Chen Rui, who was standing farthest away.
"Bang..." Another dull thud sounded; this time Chen Rui understood that it was the sound of the door at the top of the stairs slamming against the wall.
"Hurry! They're coming!" The man ignored the dark muzzles pointed at him and sprinted toward the back of the stage.
"Prepare!" Chen Rui disregarded the man and ordered everyone else to get ready for battle. Given this man's state, what was undoubtedly following him was an Infected Person—another Zombie!
Zombies have no thoughts; their actions are purely instinctual, so they wouldn't be deterred by a bunch of guns. Once they burst onto the stage, they charged straight for the nearest 'food.'
"Bang bang bang bang bang..." There was no need for Chen Rui to give orders; in such tense moments, few could control themselves, and firing became an instinctive reaction.
The hail of bullets tore through several Zombies that had rushed out from the stairs, while more Zombies were knocked down by the tremendous force cascading down from above.
However, as the first wave of impact ended, various strange cries and roars echoed from within the stairwell.
The Captain grabbed the collar of the man who had just escaped up and lifted him as if he were a chicken. "How many Infected Persons did you bring here, you bastard?!"
The man struggled for a moment, but he was no match for the burly figure before him. He could only obediently say, "About a dozen... maybe."
"Maybe?" The Captain tightened his grip, forcing the man to reveal the truth.
The man gasped for breath and hurriedly said, "Dozens, at most fifty."
The Captain tossed the man to the ground and walked over to Chen Rui. "There are probably thirty to fifty Infected Persons. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"
Chen Rui shook his head. "I don't know. If it were just these Infected Persons, it wouldn't be an issue. What worries me is that this man led the Infected Persons into this building. There are likely many more that have entered the upper floors. Even if we clear out some of them now, more Infected Persons will probably come running when they hear the gunfire..."
"Damn it! It's come to this!" The Captain turned and glared at the man. If looks could kill, that man would have died several times over.
"It's fine. I'll find a way to hold them off. Given the current situation, holding for four hours should be possible," Chen Rui said with a smile.
The Captain awkwardly cleared his throat and patted Chen Rui on the shoulder. "Then I'll leave it to you."
"First team, hold the defense; second team and reserves fall back!" Chen Rui immediately ordered two-thirds of their forces to withdraw. Having too many people shooting at once would only waste ammunition and increase noise; the first team's few members were enough to handle the current situation.
The Infected Persons that had just been pushed back quickly charged again. The nine members of the first team fired at the first Infected Person almost simultaneously. The tremendous force sent that Infected Person tumbling backward, while several others surged forward alongside it. However, none managed to break through the firepower of the first team.
"Taking them down bit by bit is completely manageable, but I just don't know if our ammunition will last until then," Peng Hao said as he approached Chen Rui, speaking softly.
"If this situation continues, we won't last long at all. Each person is equipped with ten magazines; each magazine holds a total of one hundred bullets in double layers. With each person carrying only a thousand bullets, our total capacity is about twenty thousand," Chen Rui said, sweating nervously.
"But from your recent round of fire alone, you've already used up three or four hundred rounds. If we keep this up, we won't last long! You need to pick two or three people for precise shooting; we can't keep spraying bullets like this!!!"
"Ugh..." A series of strange cries echoed from the stairwell. Peng Hao suddenly laughed. "That's probably impossible now; this building is likely filled with Zombies. Our commotion has already attracted Zombies from the top two floors, and their noise will draw in those from below as well. When the horde comes pouring in, do you still expect precise shooting?"
"Bang bang bang bang bang..." As Peng Hao's words fell, the sudden gunfire exploded like a slap to Chen Rui's face. The relentless tide of Infected Persons forced everyone in the first squad to grip their triggers tightly, the gun muzzles beginning to smoke. Even so, the Infected Persons broke through the firepower net.
Seeing that they were about to lose ground, Ye Han quickly pulled out a Tracking Grenade from his waist, removed the safety pin, and threw it forward.
The Tracking Grenade was an offensive type of grenade, containing a large amount of explosives with a thin casing. When it detonated, it would create a shockwave with almost no shrapnel, making it primarily effective against close-range enemies and lightly armored vehicles. Therefore, there was no need to worry about friendly fire.
"Don't!" Peng Hao suddenly shouted loudly. Ye Han turned back at the sound, seeing Chen Rui hurriedly pulling Peng Hao back.
"Boom! Bang!!!" Two completely different explosions rang out in succession. Everyone in the first squad except for Peng Hao had already collapsed on the ground, unable to move.
The group of Infected Persons was directly blown into pieces.
Peng Hao hurried over to Ye Han's side, forcing a smile as he said, "Looks like I got you into trouble this time."
Ye Han rolled his eyes with the last of his strength, finally devoid of life.
Chen Rui held his head; he had just shielded Peng Hao from the impact of that high-explosive grenade and was still feeling a bit dizzy.
Stumbling to the staircase entrance, he found that the exit door had been completely blown open, but the stairs had yet to suffer catastrophic damage. Sounds of running and shouting continued to echo from below.
"Damn it!" The Captain climbed up, leaning against the edge as he looked down. Countless shadows were rushing towards the stairs...
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