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The sound of the amplifier and gunfire was unmistakable. In addition to the dozens of Zombies chasing up the stairs, the Horde outside the partition wall stumbled out, only to be met by a barrage of bullets that painted the air with sprays of blood, sending them crashing to the ground.
“Yinuo, where’s the walkie-talkie?” Luci didn’t dare to waste any time; the Zombies in the hallway were already closing in. The monsters, starved after a harsh winter, were single-minded in their pursuit of food. No matter who was outside, it was always better to have two guns covering their backs.
Yinuo quickly relinquished her role as guide and switched to single-unit radio mode. She grabbed the walkie-talkie and called out for help repeatedly, but all she received was static—nothing intelligible.
“Spread out! Didn’t Brother Wei say not to bunch up when we encounter gunfire?” Yinuo abandoned her call, unfastened her hand axe from her belt, and said, “Let’s just rush upstairs in whatever order.”
The two gunners behind the vehicles were well-equipped professionals. When Song Yao dashed out unexpectedly, the two gunners failed to hit her. However, the three others behind her were halted in their tracks and forced back a few steps.
Song Yao sprinted while dragging a headless corpse by its ankle, swinging it around and hurling it toward the car barricade. The sound of gunfire erupted as the corpse was shot into a mass of holes. Taking advantage of the chaos, Song Yao leaped onto an abandoned car at the roadside and flipped over like a monkey, disappearing from sight.
“Did you see that?” Song Jiu exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock as bullets whizzed past them.
“Damn! Your sister has some serious strength!” Lin Daozhang blurted out in surprise. “That Zombie isn’t light either; she tossed it away with one hand!”
“Of course! We used to carry heavy loads back in the countryside,” Song Jiu replied boastfully, though he was equally astonished inside. The three of them scattered among the Zombies, dodging and weaving while narrowly avoiding bullets aimed at them. Lin Daozhang ran swiftly; just as he saw a gun barrel turn toward him, he shouted and threw his Steel Saw Blade, which whistled through the air and embedded itself in the front hood of a vehicle.
Song Jiu felt a wave of disappointment; it seemed that his earlier knife throw had been pure luck. Fortunately, his blade startled two Foreigners. As one Thug dodged at that moment, Song Jiu followed Song Yao's path into the parking lot. He turned back just in time to see Luo Yu charging straight ahead without flinching. Just as he was about to shout a warning, Luo Yu suddenly rolled away far from danger and hurled the saw blade high toward the Foreigners.
Confused by what was happening, Song Jiu quickly moved out to pull Luo Yu behind a car. Glancing through the rearview mirror, he was astonished to see Song Yao—who had vanished moments ago—suddenly leap into the air and catch the Steel Saw Blade mid-flight. With both hands gripping the weapon, she lunged toward the nearest gunman.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At such close range, even shooting with one’s foot wouldn’t miss. Amidst Song Jiu's frantic shouts, bullets passed through Song Yao's body, tearing two bloody holes in her back as she was propelled backward by the force of gunfire.
Song Jiu's mind buzzed with a roar as he rushed towards the spot where Song Yao had fallen. However, the next scene left the three of them dumbfounded, frozen in place.
As Song Yao was shot and fell backward, the two saw blades in his hands spun out with precision, slicing into the throats of two gunmen, killing them instantly. Their firearms discharged into the sky as they collapsed. Yet, the instigator of this chaos rolled onto the ground and stood up as if nothing had happened, casually brushing off the dust from his legs.
Turning around, Song Yao calmly glanced at the three disheveled figures in the wind. He reached behind him and pointed to the blood holes in his shoulder and waist, smiling lightly, "I guess I can lose a pound now."
"You..." Song Jiu's throat felt dry, his astonishment transforming into shock. He moved his lips but ultimately couldn't utter those two words.
At the intersection, on top of HSBC Tower.
Halfway through the international friendly match, a Foreigner gunman was taken out by Xiao Wei. Below on the street, two Young Men couldn't contain their impatience and rushed out to fire back, only to have their skulls blown apart by a gunman hiding behind a car.
One to two; the Foreigner team was temporarily in the lead.
Xiao Wei checked the remaining ammunition and patted Liu Yan on the shoulder, asking, "Do you have any spare guns?"
"None left; this was taken from their vehicle," Liu Yan shook his head with a wry smile. He removed the magazine and saw it was nearly empty.
"We can't afford to drag this out with them," Xiao Wei gritted his teeth. "Have you found a gunman to climb up yet?"
"Not yet. Every time I shoot, I have to change position. The glass across is reflecting too much; I can't see anything," Liu Yan said with frustration. After not using a gun for so long, not only had his shooting skills declined, but his awareness had also suffered.
"Zombies are coming into the street; tell your people to retreat," Xiao Wei sighed. While he wasn't afraid of fighting back, it was clear that their opponents were playing a game of wealth and resources. They were at a disadvantage in a war of attrition. The sounds of gunfire echoed continuously from their side, attracting wandering Zombies from every corner of the streets. The Foreigner team had vehicles nearby; once the Horde surged in, they could escape easily. But Liu Yan's Young Men stationed downstairs had nowhere to run.
The two of them huddled behind the cover, and the intercom, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly crackled to life.
“Xiao Wei, we’ve reached the Intersection. What’s your position?”
Both of them perked up and quickly grabbed the intercom to report their location and the awkward predicament they found themselves in. The voice on the other end simply replied, “Coming,” and then fell silent.
Liu Yan had a good memory; despite the distortion caused by the electrical noise, he could still recognize that voice. He tentatively asked, “Is it your boss?”
“Yeah.” Xiao Wei let out a sigh of relief and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a series of booming sounds from below the building. He quickly turned to look and saw two Fire Trucks suddenly barreling in from the end of the street, cutting through the Horde without hesitation. With a deafening crash, the two steel beasts slammed into the fortified Foreigners' vehicles. The gunmen hiding between the trucks didn’t even have time to shout before they were crushed into a pulp, rolling off the vehicles.
The Militia jumped out from behind the Fire Trucks to disarm their enemies. Several Young Men hurriedly connected hoses to a fire hydrant on the roadside, directing powerful jets of water at the incoming intersection. The forceful streams tore through flesh and bone, instantly creating a rain of blood as bodies were shredded apart, entrails flying everywhere while water flowed red.
Xiao Wei peeked over the rooftop and excitedly picked up the intercom. “That’s impressive! I didn’t know we had this kind of weapon!”
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself. Do you want to avenge Old Bai or not?”
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