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At the East Gate, the city wall loomed large.
The Blonde Woman, clad in military gear, led a group of burly armed men who arrived late. In stark contrast, the disheveled Gaoyang Team looked like refugees fleeing from disaster, a completely different scene.
A few minutes earlier, e had received word from the advance team that the city gate infiltration was going smoothly. They were about to proceed as planned towards the Roundabout location provided by Gaoyang. However, the good news didn’t last long; before the Blonde Woman could lead her team through the gate, the radio message of "all clear" turned into an urgent call for help from the front lines.
E rushed to provide support and had just entered the gate when gunfire erupted from the southwest. Her expression changed immediately as she shot a cold glare at the bewildered Gaoyang.
"Weren't you supposed to ensure that everything would go unnoticed? Why did my advance team encounter resistance?" The Blonde Woman's eyes sparkled with cold fury, revealing her doubts and anger.
Gaoyang felt a chill under her piercing gaze and quickly waved his hands in protest. "There must be some misunderstanding; you have to believe me."
"Prove it to me." The Blonde Woman glared at him fiercely and gestured for her Thugs to distribute weapons to this ragtag group. She listened intently to the direction of the gunfire and asked, "Are you familiar with the area?"
"Yes, I know it well. Are we heading to the Roundabout or towards the firefight?" Gaoyang replied, clutching a hefty pistol tossed to him by one of the Thugs. It looked unremarkable, but its weight was substantial in his hands. In the past, he and Old Five had managed to acquire a few guns from an armored truck but had struggled to handle them properly. He had never seen anything like the firearms these Foreigners carried.
"Let's head towards the firefight; I want to see who's behind this interception." The Blonde Woman gave him a meaningful look and stepped aside, making a gesture for him to lead.
Despite his frustration, Gaoyang knew he had to hold back his temper while relying on others. This was his first real mission backed by powerful allies; whether it would be successful was uncertain, but he couldn’t afford to mess it up. Seeing the mocking expressions of the Foreigners made him feel belittled. To prove his innocence and secure his standing, he transformed from a former truck driver into a leader, signaling his crew to act as an elite unit as they charged towards the ongoing gunfire at the west gate's main thoroughfare.
Meanwhile, between the east and west gates, two red-and-white fire trucks sped out of the station with unstoppable momentum. On the work platform at the back stood enthusiastic male and female Militias, ready with their firefighting equipment, waiting only for their arrival at the battlefield to unleash havoc.
The graduate student drove the lead vehicle while Ming Junwei leaned against the passenger seat, his eyelids drooping. If it weren't for his occasional use of the walkie-talkie, the graduate student might have thought he had fallen asleep.
"Ming Ge, are you okay?" he asked tentatively. He sensed something was off about Ming Junwei today; usually, he wouldn’t drink before clearing out Zombies, let alone chat with old friends in a cemetery.
Ming Junwei grinned widely, pulling out a small, flat flask from his pocket. He twisted the cap open and sniffed it, mumbling something incomprehensible: "Tonight, let's dig out our cellar stash."
"Ah."
"Is there still meat?"
Ming Junwei seemed completely oblivious to the graduate student's hesitation, continuing to speak in his cryptic manner: "It's a festive day; it should be lively during the day and even more so at night."
The graduate student reached out to touch Ming Daxia's forehead—no fever there.
"Drive properly," Ming Junwei chided with a laugh, swatting his hand away. Then he remembered that the graduate student was unaware of the situation and added, "Did you notice that there are a lot more people when you returned to Roundabout?"
"I saw them. I was going to ask you about it—who are they? Refugees?" The graduate student nodded, noticing the signs of zombies appearing at the end of the long street, and slowed down.
"Let's talk about it later; focus on the task at hand for now." Ming Daxia, who had just seemed like he was still recovering from a hangover, suddenly came back to life. He abruptly cut off his own train of thought, perked up, and signaled to the car behind them.
The graduate student had grown accustomed to his way of doing things and decided not to press further. He glanced around and remarked, "There are no fire hydrants."
"Just crash through," Ming Junwei waved his hand grandly.
The two eight-ton trucks raced side by side, flooring the gas pedal as they accelerated within a hundred meters, charging toward the horde that swayed around the street corner.
Buzzing sounds filled the air when Ming Junwei's walkie-talkie suddenly crackled to life, and Xiao Wei's urgent voice came through the public channel.
"Yao Yao, retreat towards the main road at Intersection."
After a moment, Song Yao's voice followed.
"Received."
The graduate student furrowed his brow and asked Ming Daxia beside him, "Should we go provide support?"
"Take the same route back. It's Intersection, after all; we can flank them from both sides." Ming Junwei perked up, fastening his seatbelt and leaning back in his seat, ready to brace for impact.
Song Yao put down the walkie-talkie, trying to calm himself, and patted Lin Daozhang, who had taken over the driver's seat. "Daozhang, do you know Intersection?"
"There isn't a place in this city I don't know." The Fake Taoist replied confidently, immediately turning the steering wheel and accelerating down a slope.
Song Jiu sat in the passenger seat, twisting his body to stare blankly at Song Yao. The fierce look in his eyes had vanished, replaced by an innocent expression that was almost comical.
"Have I gotten prettier?" Song Yao asked with a smile, noticing Song Jiu's gaze lingering on him despite his slightly reddened eyes.
"You've lost weight," Song Jiu murmured.
"Bah, I wasn't fat before." Song Yao smiled charmingly, the blush on her face gradually fading, her clear eyes reflecting the image of a young man who bore some resemblance to her. She softly said, "No wonder he's my brother; he just brought me four sisters-in-law."
The warm atmosphere in the car was instantly shattered by the flustered protests of the girls. The few who had been waiting for a tear-jerking drama now had flushed faces. Earlier, when Song Yao had casually referred to them as sisters-in-law, they pretended not to hear. But now with Song Jiu present, aside from Dream Fan who could accept it cheerfully, the others couldn't pretend any longer.
"Can you two siblings be a bit more serious?" Luo Yu rolled her eyes three times, realizing that the anticipated drama was likely not going to happen. Shifting slightly while holding Dream Fan on her lap, she helplessly said, " Brother Jiu, you're really not being fair. I didn't even know you had a sister."
"Eh, you didn't know?" Song Jiu chuckled awkwardly and explained, "I told Dream Fan about it."
"That's not my problem; some people never asked me." Dream Fan easily deflected the blame and linked arms with Song Yao, leaning towards Song Jiu. " Brother Jiu, this time I deserve the credit. If it weren't for my keen eyes, your sister would have slipped away."
"Credit, credit. Once this is all over, let Jiu Jiu marry you already." Pockmarked Girl, squeezed into a corner, finally managed to interject.
"I wouldn't marry him."
"Um," the driver, Fake Taoist, cleared his throat and asked, "We're about to turn at Intersection; what next?"
Hearing this, Song Yao's expression turned serious as she replied, "Let me off here."
"Huh?" Both Song Jiu and Old Lin were taken aback.
"Take them to the Roundabout in the south of the city," Song Yao instructed.
"You are the one from Roundabout," Song Jiu's eyes lit up in surprise. "The one with the Cyclops dragon from Roundabout."
"You've been there too," Song Yao said, equally astonished.
"I even went to your cake shop," Song Jiu chuckled in disbelief.
Luo Yu watched as the siblings were about to start their nonsensical reminiscing again and quickly interjected, " Brother Jiu, things are a bit chaotic in the city. Shouldn't we..."
"Right, right, let's get down to business first," Song Jiu said with a sheepish smile, taking a deep breath to adjust his state of mind. "What was that about on the intercom just now?"
"Zombies have surged into the main road. Our people should be dispersing the Horde. I need to go help," Song Yao said, gathering her hair into a bun. "You should take your wives back first; I might not be able to look after them later."
The four women exchanged glances, their expressions filled with disbelief.
"Sis, you underestimate us," Song Jiu finally steadied his emotions and instructed Old Lin to stop the car. "Dream Fan, take Effie and Guli back first. Sister Jia and Liu Yan will stay at Roundabout."
"Okay, you all be careful," Dream Fan said, quick-witted and efficient. She climbed over to the driver's seat from the back, inadvertently pushing Lin Daozhang out of the way.
"Hey, I'm supposed to take you back! I can find my way!" Old Lin exclaimed anxiously, scrambling into the back seat but was pulled back by Song Jiu by his collar.
"Just tell Dream Fan the route; there's no need to complicate things," Song Jiu said, feeling quite helpless. He clearly had skills but insisted on playing dumb.
Song Yao remained silent, standing aside with a hint of amusement in her eyes as she watched her younger brother—who had grown much taller than her over the years—wondering what thoughts were running through his mind.
As they watched the off-road vehicle drive away from the street, Song Jiu and the others followed Song Yao down a narrow alley. The walkie-talkie crackled several times, but the voice that came through seemed to belong to someone else entirely.
"So, you have your own team now," Song Yao suddenly asked.
Song Jiu chuckled self-deprecatingly and replied, "Yeah, I even have a camp that’s not any worse than yours at Roundabout."
Song Yao nodded lightly. It had been a long time since they last met, and many of Song Jiu's mannerisms felt unfamiliar. However, they had grown up together, and from the hesitance in his expression, Song Yao could sense the unspoken words behind his statement.
"Don't worry, I'll look out for you from now on."
"That's not going to work. Your boss said we need to finish our business and scram," Song Jiu said with a grin, playfully complaining.
"He wouldn't dare," Song Yao raised an eyebrow, about to tease him further when she caught sight of Luo Yu preparing to scout ahead. She quickly reached out and pulled him back, glaring at Song Jiu. "What’s wrong with you? Always sending your brother-in-law to take the lead."
Before Song Jiu or Luo Yu could explain, Song Yao reached out again and tugged on Lin Daozhang's beard, pulling him forward. "You go."
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