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In the corridor outside the Multifunctional Conference Hall, where Zhang Li and others had left two Liquid Nitrogen Tanks, flames suddenly erupted.
At that time, Zhang Li had placed a small timed explosive device on the two tanks. When the time was up, the tanks would self-destruct. Due to the immense pressure inside the tanks, a significant explosion occurred, which triggered a localized overheating reaction that ignited flammable materials in the corridor. The fire then spread directly to the Multifunctional Conference Hall.
Zhang Li and his companions were trapped between the audience tables and chairs, with zombies roaring towards them from the front and smoke encroaching from behind, leaving them with no way to retreat. From the beginning, they had not planned to escape unscathed; this arrangement was made as a last resort, intending to take everything down with them.
Zhang Li shouted, "Brothers, charge! These Walking Dead are just anomalies! When there are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys become kings. Let's show them what our Wolf Fang Soldiers can do!"
Sacrificing oneself for the nation and facing death as if it were nothing—ancient poetry from a thousand years ago seemed quite fitting for their current situation. Although Zhang Li and his companions were not solely driven by national grievances, their fierce anger would certainly make even the world's bravest Special Forces feel ashamed.
Zhang Li took off his jacket, disregarding the bloodstains on his face and neck. He quickly rolled up his shirt and threw it aside before launching a powerful punch at a nearby zombie, sending it crashing to the ground.
Dozens of zombies surged forward, having long regarded these few living people as a delicious meal. They pounced like hungry tigers.
Han Guang picked up a chair and smashed it with all his might. "I'd rather be burned alive than be bitten to death by zombies!"
Zhang Li laughed heartily. "If I had a choice, I'd prefer to die on a battlefield filled with gunfire rather than in this cursed hospital!"
Han Guang threw another chair, toppling two zombies. The remaining Wolf Fang Soldiers each utilized their unique skills in response.
Li Xiaofan and Haizi lifted a long table and charged at the zombie horde, while Zhang Li followed closely behind. His arms swung out like iron rods; when he caught hold of a zombie's head, he squeezed with both hands until it burst!
The long table blocked the advancing zombies, and with everyone pushing together, they barely managed to maintain a standoff.
Seeing an opportunity, Han Guang kicked out repeatedly. The zombies beneath the table stumbled and fell backward.
Han Guang targeted the zombies' calves while Zhang Li focused on decapitating them with powerful strikes. For a moment, these two worked seamlessly together as the dozen or so zombies ahead came to a halt.
Han Guang shook his head. "This won't work; Li Nan has been attacked and Mo Xiaohui is still in danger. We need to come up with a plan!"
Although their situation was perilous, there might still be a chance for reversal. Zhang Li and his companions were continuously searching for an opportunity to turn the tide.
Thick smoke had already poured into the back door of the conference hall, and fierce flames were about to leap inside. Zhang Li could already feel the scorching heat waves closing in.
The zombies surrounding Mo Xiaohui were steadily advancing, and in just a few seconds, it seemed that Li Xiaofan and others would not be able to hold out much longer.
Zhang Li frowned. With limited manpower, even if these big men could fight ten at once, they could not kill all the Zombies here. Therefore, it was better to avoid direct confrontation for now.
Zhang Li wiped the blood off his body. As long as they had this kind of thing on them, they would never be able to shake off the Ghosts.
There was no time for Zhang Li and the others to clean the blood from their bodies, so for the moment, they were not in an advantageous position.
Several Zombies had already fallen to the ground and were now crawling out from under the long table. By the time Han Guang noticed something unusual, it was already too late to stop them.
Seven or eight Zombies crawled over, heading straight for Zhang Li and his group.
"Damn it!" Zhang Li cursed under his breath and was about to kick them away when he suddenly noticed something strange about those Zombies.
The crawling Zombies seemed uninterested in Zhang Li and the others; instead, their eyes glowed as if the thick smoke emanating from somewhere was more attractive to them.
Han Guang exclaimed in shock, "The fire has already started, and the thick smoke contains heat. Those Zombies must have a stronger craving for temperature than for blood, so they are likely instinctively drawn to it like moths to a flame!"
Zhang Li nodded. Since things were this way, it meant that these Zombies would not attack them.
With this thought in mind, Zhang Li said to Li Xiaofan and Haizi, "Let's put down the long table; it should be fine!"
Li Xiaofan and Haizi were astonished. "If we put it down, we won't have any advantage left!"
"Trust me!" Zhang Li took a deep breath. At this moment, he really needed to take a gamble—whether it would lead to disaster or a glimmer of hope depended on this decision!
Though confused, Li Xiaofan and Haizi still set down the long table. The Zombies behind them charged forward like madmen but bypassed Zhang Li and his group.
Li Xiaofan was bewildered. "What just happened?"
At that moment, Han Guang patted his shoulder and said, "Man proposes, but heaven disposes. It seems we are safe for now!"
In the center of the report hall hung Mo Xiaohui. When Zhang Li noticed her, he jolted awake. "What about Li Nan?"
Han Guang had already rushed toward the podium. Two Zombies hovered nearby but seemed disinterested in Li Nan as they turned back toward the rear door.
Zhang Li ran towards Mo Xiaohui's position, followed closely by Li Xiaofan and Haizi.
Faced with Mo Xiaohui hanging from the Ceiling, Zhang Li had no way to help; the distance was too high, and even a vertical jump wouldn't reach her. At that moment, Haizi suggested from the side, "Use a chair to smash that machine on the Ceiling; that should be able to save Miss Mo!"
Nearly a hundred Zombies rushed towards the thick smoke, completely ignoring the group of living people.
After searching around, Zhang Li found a suitable chair. With all his strength, he threw it upwards. There was a loud crash, and Mo Xiaohui fell straight down.
Zhang Li reacted quickly and caught the falling Mo Xiaohui. However, since she was still in a head-down position, although he caught her, her head still hit the floor.
Zhang Li realized he was holding two white thighs, and in his line of sight was a pair of panties. "This..." Zhang Li stammered, wanting to let go. However, Mo Xiaohui let out a soft grunt and slowly opened her eyes.
"What happened?" Mo Xiaohui covered her head with her hands and noticed Zhang Li and the others around her were overjoyed, but her head still felt very dizzy!
Zhang Li felt quite embarrassed and inadvertently loosened his grip. Immediately after, Mo Xiaohui fell to the ground, landing on her backside.
"Ouch!" After a soft gasp, Mo Xiaohui finally regained her composure and immediately asked, "Where's Li Nan? Where is he?"
On the podium, Han Guang was lifting the already unconscious Li Nan. He checked for breath and was relieved to find he wasn't in a state of death. Upon seeing the syringe on Li Nan's arm, he understood it must have been Liu Heping's doing.
Han Guang carried Li Nan out through the front door, while Zhang Li and the others had already caught up. At this point, the report hall was filled with smoke, making it hard to stand steadily.
"Cough cough cough..." By the time they ran out, Mo Xiaohui was already in tears and threw herself onto Li Nan. "Wah... Li Nan, why are you so foolish! You were willing to risk your life for me! Wah..."
Han Guang chuckled lightly. "Miss Mo, Li Nan isn't dead yet. There's no need for you to cry like this!"
Mo Xiaohui wiped away her tears and asked in surprise, "Is what you said true?"
Han Guang nodded. However, Mo Xiaohui skeptically placed her finger under Li Nan's nose and confirmed that he was still breathing.
Mo Xiaohui couldn't help but smile through her tears; however, her expression changed so quickly that a blush appeared on her face.
Although both her head and backside hurt quite a bit, hearing that Li Nan was okay made her feel overjoyed. Mo Xiaohui wondered why this was? Was it simply because this man was willing to take risks to save her?
Feelings are the most difficult to articulate, and Mo Xiaohui is also quite confused; she simply considers him her lucky star, as encountering him always seems to turn danger into safety.
Compared to Mo Xiaohui's emotional turmoil, Zhang Li and Han Guang are thinking further ahead. Liu Heping has run away again, and the raging fire behind them is growing stronger. It is estimated that in just over ten minutes, the entire hospital will be engulfed in flames, and at that point, they might not have a single hair left!
Killing one thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of their own, although Zhang Li knows that using explosions and fire is quite dangerous, when dealing with Liu Heping at that moment, they had no choice but to take such risks to seek victory. However, even though they saved Mo Xiaohui, they all still face death!
The report hall is filled with flames and thick smoke has already spread above Zhang Li and the others. "The fire is too intense; for now, we need to head upstairs. Even if we die in the flames, we must first skin that guy Liu Heping alive!"
Hearing Zhang Li's words, Mo Xiaohui suddenly had a bad premonition. The raging fire behind them, the clawing zombies, and the crazed Liu Heping—these scenes seemed to surge back into her mind.
Noticing something was off with Mo Xiaohui, Han Guang asked, "Miss Mo, are you alright? We need to leave here quickly!"
Mo Xiaohui responded with an "Oh," "I'm fine! I'm fine!"
Just as Zhang Li and the others were leaving the eleventh floor for the twelfth floor, an unknown pressure vessel in the Multifunctional Conference Hall exploded with several loud bangs. Smoke and debris flew out, along with charred limbs.
Mo Xiaohui felt a wave of fear wash over her and immediately hid behind Li Nan, hoping that this bad premonition was just her imagination running wild!
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