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The sound of knocking echoed continuously, causing the two hunters guarding the back door with shotguns to show signs of tension on their faces. They recalled the previous incidents when those Zombie claws scraped against the door, almost mistaking it for a friend of the Boss seeking refuge, which nearly led to a Major Incident.
However, since the knocking had a rhythm to it, they mustered their courage and whispered, "Who is it?"
Being two native Inuit hunters, they could only speak their own language and understood little Danish, making them unable to comprehend the response from outside.
"It's us, finally here. Open the door." Fortunately, at that moment, Olafsson, who had been assigned to guard this spot in turns, recognized Yang Xiaoyou's voice and replied in somewhat clumsy local dialect.
To be honest, their relationship had been somewhat delicate for a while. Even though it seemed that Liang Wuxuan had already made her feelings clear, he would be lying if he said he had no thoughts about such an enchanting person.
Yet he understood even more clearly that with this mysterious young man, who possessed exceptional combat skills, joining their team, their chances of survival would greatly increase. Although he could take some action now, he would never act recklessly; some beautiful things cannot be obtained simply by eliminating competitors.
However, although he had already gleaned from their conversations and tones that this former rival was quite powerful, he was still taken aback when he opened the door and saw Yang Xiaoyou limping in with five or six Assault Rifles slung over his back. Had he robbed a weapons store? But he hadn’t heard of any such shops in Nuuk.
Regardless of how things appeared, seeing was believing. Although Olafsson felt that Yang Xiaoyou must be a formidable character, he hadn’t expected him to bring so many weapons upon arrival!
"Just call for us. What’s going on with you looking so rushed? Where did these weapons come from? Are you hurt?" After taking a heavy weapon from Yang Xiaoyou's hands, Olafsson finally felt a bit more secure in this chaotic environment.
"The weapons from the Snowfield that attacked our group. At first, I thought they were useless and didn’t bother to take them. But with the current situation changing, I grabbed them so we wouldn’t have to keep taking care of each other. These are modified M16s with built-in Silencers; each magazine only has two rounds," Yang Xiaoyou said as he casually handled the weapon and closed the door behind him.
However, the two hunters still caught sight of several corpses lying outside through the crack of the door they had opened. If memory served correctly, these were the Zombies that had scraped at the door earlier!
They initially thought that silence meant they had wandered off again but were shocked to find out they were already 'dead.' Was it all done by that boy wielding weapons completely mismatched for him? Yet even with Silencers, there was no way it could have made no noise at all!
At that moment, the two hunters from the inn looked at Yang Xiaoyou with a hint of curiosity in their eyes.
"16a4?! No, it seems to have been modified!" At that moment, perhaps due to Olafsson's voice, it caught the attention of Li Zheng's former lackey, Zhang Huang, who was passing by.
He rushed over with sparkling eyes, grabbing the cherished firearm from Olafsson's hands and rattling off some specifications, clearly a gun enthusiast.
However, when he turned and saw Yang Xiaoyou, who had been out of his line of sight, he froze in place, his mouth agape but unable to speak as he took in the sight of the several guns slung across her back.
For ordinary people like them, the visual impact of firearms was far more immediate than the pressure emanating from Yang Xiaoyou. Typically, unless one was specifically targeted by such pressure, they would feel only a slight chill; ordinary individuals could hardly sense it at all.
"Alright. Let's regroup and discuss this. With this amount of ammunition against a town with tens of thousands of people, we can barely defend ourselves," Yang Xiaoyou said without elaborating further as she turned and walked toward the room where everyone was gathered.
Zhang Huang's expression soured slightly; he had wanted to grab a gun for himself.
The presence of Yang Xiaoyou excited everyone in attendance, especially upon seeing the ample weapons available—it felt like a calming balm to their nerves.
Without a doubt, Qian Kai was assigned one firearm and received four magazines out of a total of twelve. Limited ammunition would yield maximum efficiency only in the hands of a professional like him.
Although Zhang Liang was quite powerful, he had never handled firearms before. He merely wrapped some cloth around his palms and other vulnerable areas in preparation for close combat. Nevertheless, he was also given a gun; after all, having a firearm could be useful for close-range encounters if necessary.
The remaining four guns were distributed among Olafsson, the male guide, and Zhang Huang—each receiving one along with a magazine. Yang Xiaoyou took one for herself and swept up the remaining magazines.
Liang Wuxuan and Huang Yue, along with their female companion He Ru, were also given handguns from those allocated to them—naturally taking their share from Olafsson's group.
However, Zhang Huang, who had inherited Li Zheng's legacy, began to express dissatisfaction with this distribution. He seemed to complain that his magazine allocation was too small and questioned why he wasn't given a handgun as well.
At such times, having a gun in hand provides a completely different sense of security compared to not having one. Even if one cannot use all the ammunition available, there is an instinct to gather all the bullets close.
The distinction lies in whether someone can control this instinct or not.
Clearly, Yang Xiaoyou paid no attention to the complaints from those playing minor roles; she brushed them off as mere background noise and directly shifted her focus to the upcoming actions.
In recent years, due to unusual weather patterns, the so-called ice-free Nook Port had been plagued by large amounts of floating ice, obstructing ships' entry and exit. During this time, the only way in and out was through the air and Snowfield. However, when Yang Xiaoyou arrived, she had already seen the flames from the airport.
This airport was already quite pathetic in scale, unable to accommodate large passenger planes due to its limited runway length. With the chaos and spread of the virus in the area, the entire airport had become paralyzed. The runway was in such disarray that there was no sufficient distance for takeoff; even if a usable plane could be found, it would be impossible to leave.
In such a dire environment, this route was undoubtedly blocked off.
Moreover, even if news got out, rescue teams would be unable to enter!
For a considerable period, they could only rely on themselves for survival.
"That means after dodging the first wave of the Zombie Tide, our only retreat is to head deeper into Greenland Snowfield. The cold Snowfield will hinder their pursuit."
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