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"Bang."
A golden shell fell to the ground, producing a crisp sound.
The Black man cursed in frustration; his confident shot had failed to hit the opponent's vital point, leaving him feeling embarrassed. Fortunately, the next few shots found their mark, as several Young Man rushing to rescue the girl were taken down one by one. Bullets spun through the air, creating holes in their chests and foreheads, with splattered Blood Plasma bearing witness to the Black man's exceptional shooting skills.
Luo Yu lay on the ground, clutching her left shoulder wound, her eyes closed in pain. Beside her lay four corpses, each killed with a single shot, not a single survivor among them.
The other Militia, spurred by Luo Yu's urgent calls, halted their rescue efforts and suppressed their anger as they surged toward the Greenhouse. The difference between a Shotgun and an automatic Rifle was immense; the Shotgun lacked range and relied on steel pellets for widespread damage. At a distance, no amount of precision would matter. Two small-caliber Rifles were present—one at the front entrance and one in Liu Yan's hands. The gunmen felt powerless and could only grit their teeth and close the distance.
However, there was no cover in the vegetable field before the Greenhouse. Charging forward against a 6 Assault Rifle was akin to striking a rock with an egg. The Black man seemed intent on toying with them, effortlessly firing bullets that landed just ahead of the Militia, neither killing nor wounding but teasing their fraying nerves.
Luo Yu was dragged back to the shed by a young man who had been injured earlier. His face was anxious; he had only a scrape while Luo Yu suffered a penetrating wound, her shoulder soaked in blood—she wasn't sure if an artery had been hit.
"Go find Sister Jia, prepare the vehicle," Luo Yu said resolutely. She had initially thought they were strong enough to face the Zombie, but reality had dealt her blow after blow. The front door had been blasted into ruins; Jiao Ziqian’s fate was unknown, and a single gun had halted everyone’s advance against the approaching Zombies. Song Jiu was missing, and both Liu Yan and Dream Fan were unaccounted for. How could they fight like this?
The Young Man paused, not understanding Luo Yu's intent.
"Tell Sister Jia to gather everyone quickly and get them in the vehicle. Bring extra water and leave behind anything unnecessary," Luo Yu said reluctantly but resolutely: "Prepare to retreat."
"Ah."
"Hurry up; it will be too late if we wait any longer." With a long sigh, Luo Yu added, "Also check on the situation at the front door. See if Ziqian is alive; if he is, bring him over. We can't leave Brother Jiu behind."
"I understand." The Young Man's expression turned serious as he hurried out of the shed.
Gunfire erupted outside again; their side was retaliating. The distinctive noise of a Shotgun was clear as both sides entered each other's range. If seven or eight guns couldn't take down a single Zombie, it would truly be a disaster.
Luo Yu, supporting herself against the windowsill, stood up and drew her Steel Saw Blade. Her left arm was immobile, but her right hand still functioned. As long as Ziqian arrived quickly, they could carve out a path with lives on the line. Gritting her teeth, she stepped out of the shed but halted as she realized that their camp had no power to fight back at all.
"Stop, don't fight anymore." A wave of desolation washed over Luo Yu as he called a halt to the last two Militia members who were ready to fight to the death, shaking his head in despair.
The Militia members exchanged glances, slowly lowering their guns and raising their hands.
"Babygirl." The Blonde Woman smiled with satisfaction, leaning down to leave a bright red lipstick mark on Luo Yu's face. She waved at the two Militia members who stood frozen in place. "Bandage her up." As she spoke, she unfastened her medical kit and tossed it onto the ground.
The two guards looked at each other and hurried over to support the dazed Luo Yu. They were not doctors and had no idea how to handle gunshot wounds. The Blonde Woman watched them fumble awkwardly, her face showing a hint of disgust. She beckoned to a Black man, switching out the attending physician.
The Blonde Woman squatted down, lifting Luo Yu's chin with her finger and smiling. "You're going to tell me where Jia Jia is, right?"
Luo Yu's expression was complex as he hesitated before nodding.
"Very good."
At the main entrance, beneath the burning ruins.
Disheveled Jiao Ziqian staggered to his feet, with the unconscious Pan Sheng'an at his feet. Several Militia members who had failed to dodge were already dead, and the Watchtower had collapsed. The area above the main entrance was charred black, flames crackling as they burned. A group of waiting Militia members gathered around, frantically digging out a few comrades from the fallen debris, their faces filled with horror and fear. Many had already begun to retreat.
"Get that bastard out here if he's still alive!" Jiao Ziqian trembled all over, wiping the soot from his face while grinding his teeth.
Musclehead rushed out from the crowd, his face pale with urgency.
"Give me the keys," Jiao Ziqian extended his hand and asked, "Is there enough fuel?"
"Not filled up, but there's some left from last time," Musclehead quickly replied as he handed over the overturned vehicle's keys. After a moment's thought, he added, "There's a rocket launcher across the way."
"To hell with the rocket launcher! You take people to check on how things are going with Luo Yu. The rest of you get your weapons ready and deal with those bastards!" Jiao Ziqian shouted fiercely as he rushed toward the overturned vehicle. Standing on its tires for elevation, he yelled angrily, "Pick up your knives and chop them down!"
"Chop them down!"
The Militia was filled with fervor, raising their arms and shouting. The scene of the last encounter with the Luzhan Zombie was still fresh in their minds. With this colossal vehicle leading the way, even the most timid Militia found a spark of courage. The bright yellow construction vehicle roared back to life, its massive body vibrating as it rolled over two distinct tire tracks, reversing through the broken wall and crushing the still-forming trench, steering the Cabin towards the Zombie Convoy a hundred meters away.
A surge of adrenaline propelled the Militia forward as they rushed to climb onto the vehicle. Some young men even started up several other Pika vehicles, and dozens of Militia clambered onto the war machine. The engines roared throughout the camp, thick plumes of smoke rising alongside the shouts of men into the starry sky.
The setting sun bled red as the last rays of light disappeared behind the distant mountains. The beastly construction vehicle crushed the dust beneath it, followed closely by the Pika tanks, kicking up clouds of dirt as the river murmured softly in response.
Standing in front of a Raptor Pickup, a Zombie removed his tactical sunglasses and grinned widely. He hoisted a shoulder-mounted rocket launcher and aimed its sight at the leading bright yellow behemoth. The back doors of a cargo truck swung open, revealing dozens of Zombies clad in black combat gear lined up in formation, each holding a sleek AUG Assault Rifle, their dark muzzles reflecting dim starlight as they awaited the moment to harvest lives.
In a dim dungeon, orange flames pierced through the darkness, illuminating Xiaofei's conflicted face.
The firelight descended slowly, revealing Xiaofei's pale skin marked with dark red bloodstains, her disheveled clothing, and Song Jiu leaning against her.
"You bastard! What have you done to Effie?" Cold Man roared in fury, pounding on the iron bars. His rage split open the wound at his mouth, blood seeping from beneath the bandage.
"No, it wasn't him," Xiaofei never expected Cold Man to appear here; relief at being rescued mingled with the acrid scent of gunpowder in the air.
Song Jiu remained silent, coldly observing Cold Man's madness.
"Effie is done for! The Zombie is back!" Cold Man shot a glare at Song Jiu before softening his tone. "Don't worry; I'll get you out."
"What about the camp? Did Ziqian and them organize a counterattack?" Song Jiu asked coldly.
"Shut your mouth and stop giving orders! Who do you think you are?" Cold Man spat angrily, his eyes betraying his disgust as he tugged at the door lock. "Effie, wait for me; I'm going to find something to save you."
"Idiot, the key is right by your feet," Song Jiu said with a bemused smile, nodding towards the bars.
Cold Man shifted his gaze downwards and hurriedly picked up the small key from the ground. Just as he was about to unlock the door, he hesitated and turned away from the dungeon.
Xiaofei was stunned and quickly lunged towards the iron cage, calling out, "Hou Xiong! Come back! Hou Xiong!"
"Oh, his name is Hou Xiong," Song Jiu said with a pout, laughing, "It's even harder to listen to than my name."
"Hey, what's going on? What kind of unresolved grudge do you two have?" Xiaofei was frantic, seeing Song Jiu still in the mood to joke around. She exclaimed, "Why are all you guys like this?"
"It has nothing to do with me. He wants to be the flower protector; I'm just innocent," Song Jiu shifted her body slightly, feeling the soreness and pain from where she had been beaten, especially at the site of her broken fingers.
"You..." Xiaofei was at a loss for words, recalling what had happened in the warehouse. She couldn't find an explanation and felt her cheeks flush.
"Don't worry; he'll come to save you," Song Jiu said with a grim smile, sighing, "Damn it, the camp must be in complete chaos right now."
As they spoke, the dungeon door swung open again. The torch flickered wildly in the draft as Cold Man rushed back in, panting heavily and cradling a shotgun in his arms.
Song Jiu narrowed her eyes; that gun belonged to the warehouse guards.
"What are you going to do?" Xiaofei asked nervously, stepping back two paces.
"Effie, get out of the way," Cold Man said as he hung the torch between the bars and aimed the gun at Song Jiu through the iron bars.
"Hou Xiong, have you lost your mind?" Xiaofei gasped in shock, spreading her arms to shield Song Jiu. "You can't do this; no way."
"Effie, he killed Ziming! Don't you remember?" Cold Man's forehead was bulging with veins as he roared in anger.
Seeing his emotions becoming increasingly unstable, Song Jiu worried that he might accidentally fire and hurt Xiaofei. She gently pushed Xiaofei aside and stepped forward: "What will you do after killing me?"
"It’s none of your business! Just shut up! This is all your fault; the camp is like this because of you!" Cold Man spat angrily, blood mixed with saliva spraying from his torn wounds as he struck the bars with the gun barrel, creating a sharp echo in the dark space.
Song Jiu smiled again and took another step forward. "Hou Xiong, if you kill me, Effie still won't like you."
Cold Man's fierce expression froze for a moment before he raised the gun higher and shouted, "I told you to shut up!"
Xiaofei was momentarily stunned. She was only two steps away from Song Jiu, but now she dared not move, fearing that any sudden action might provoke Cold Man. Her mind raced as she spoke, "Hou Xiong, kill him, or we will all die."
"Effie, don't worry. I will take you away from here. I know of a camp nearby where we can live," he assured her.
"This is our home."
"No, this place has already been turned into a battlefield by that bastard and his men." Cold Man's emotions were still running high, his hand trembling as he held the gun. "Effie, don't be afraid. I will protect you."
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the closed dungeon. Cold Man jumped in surprise, his gaze involuntarily shifting toward the source of the noise. Seizing the moment, Song Jiu quickly stepped forward and reached through the iron bars, gripping the cold barrel of the gun.
At the same time, several bursts of flames tore through the darkness, and explosions reverberated throughout the dungeon.
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