Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 122 Taking a Gamble: Pistol Turns into a Rocket Launcher

"There are armored vehicles on the lawn behind!"

Song Jinhe stood at the bar on the second floor, looking out through the shattered French windows.

There's likely to be weapons inside. There's only one big hotel nearby, so it must have been a key rescue site and possibly a temporary shelter. The cars are parked very systematically, probably to block out zombies.

However, there were a lot of zombies about 600 meters from their position to the armored vehicle.

This armored vehicle is like a blind box.

Bet on the pistol to turn into an AK, or gamble on the AK to turn into a rocket launcher!

"We can go through. Lure them away from the fire lane, then bring them back to that group around the lawn," Jiang Shi'an calmly said after observing the terrain.
"They will scout out the two exits from the parking lot. After being attacked by the zombies on the pipes, they probably won't go back the way we came up, but will look for a new exit."

Since the group hadn't seen any corpses or fresh blood along the way, they wouldn't underestimate their current condition.

The group dared not follow; the narrow, dark stairwell was perfect for setting up an ambush.

Of course, Song Jinhe did indeed put something behind the door.

The moment they open the door and enter the stairwell, the chain of empty cans will rattle, sealing off the front door and trapping zombies behind them—they're doomed.

After listening carefully to the arrangements, Qi Sixing and the others were stunned for a moment.

Who said Brother Jiang doesn't use tricks? Judging from his appearance, he already knew where to bury those people while he was thinking about the route.

They really are a couple.
Cheng Yan, who has difficulty walking, stayed at the bar to organize supplies.

The route and coordination were fine. Qi Sixing and Zhuang Ting each pulled one side of the zombies, while Song Jinhe followed them to prevent any unexpected situations.

In unfamiliar places overrun with zombies, the most deadly dangers are the ones you can't see.

Soon, two figures appeared running wildly on the barren, scorching wasteland. Qi Sixing was as arrogant as he had been when he provoked the zombies, and now he was running as fast as he could, his shoes almost catching fire.

From the outside, they looked like a group of ragged zombies shouting "Dry Rice Corpse, Dry Rice Soul, Dry Rice Corpse on Top of Corpse," chasing Qi Sixing at a 100-meter sprint speed.

"Why is everyone chasing me! This is blatant targeting!"

Qi Sixing glanced at Zhuang Ting, whose number of zombies had clearly decreased, and thought to himself that he should have known better than to provoke them by saying he was bald and ugly; now he was getting his comeuppance.

"My God!" Qi Sixing turned to the side and just happened to brush past a zombie dressed in tattered clothes but looking quite fashionable. He raised his hand and shot an arrow that hit the zombie that was about to pounce on him.

Then, two zombies wearing riot helmets suddenly fell down.

It was Song Jinhe who came to meet them.

"You're really something, managing to attract so much hatred from zombies." Song Jinhe sighed and shook her head.

Zhuang Ting successfully brought the zombie over, shouting as he ran, "What do we do next? Where are those people? If we don't find someone to take over soon, we'll be in trouble."

This job is not only physically demanding, but also life-threatening; neither he nor Qi Sixing could keep going.

"coming."

Song Jinhe's anxious expression turned into a kind smile.

The first thing the burly man saw upon arriving was a woman with a dark and yellowish face giving him a strange smile, followed by a swarm of zombies.

"Holy shit! Let's get out of here!"

His eyes widened, he slammed on the brakes, and turned to call his companions to run. This was terrifying! No matter which way they went, they were bound to walk into a trap the other side had dug!

Zhuang Ting rushed forward, his sharp cleaver grazing the big man's ear, nearly severing it.

"Why are you running? Don't you guys keep zombies?" Song Jinhe's smile vanished, and she kicked the zombie next to her away.

"Damn it!" The leader gritted his teeth, "Kill them!"

If we can quickly and concentrated our attacks to injure these three people, the zombies will be able to finish them off once the smell of fresh blood appears.

Song Jinhe knew exactly what the other party was planning, because that was what she thought too.

The attack on the lower body is a feint. Find the right opportunity, and instantly pull out a dagger from the space to slit the opponent's wrist.

These people were all skilled fighters. Although she injured one of them, the fist of the opponent, a person with a strength talent, also came flying.

This person is a gifted individual with overwhelming strength, capable of shattering a skull and killing someone with a single punch.

Upon seeing this, Zhuang Ting hurriedly unleashed his talent, but the pressure on him was too great, and he could only hold off Song Jinhe for a moment before she had to retreat to the zombies.

As soon as the food came to them, the two zombies opened their mouths to bite. Song Jinhe used her elbow to block one of the zombies' chins, and then turned around to face it, while using her talent to attack the other one.

Song Jinhe punched the zombie in the temple, pushed the corpse aside and backed away, preparing to run away. The proportion of gifted individuals was high, especially this kind of one that was not weak, so mental attacks could not kill him.

The burly man stared intently at Song Jinhe with his cloudy eyes, "Let's see how you hide this time."

Just as he was about to lift his leg to chase after them, a loud 'boom' erupted and flames shot into the sky!

As the flames from the explosion spread through the air, a dense wall of water solidified around Song Jinhe, completely isolating her from the explosion; all that could be heard was the roaring sound outside.

When everything returned to calm and the water wall disappeared, only charred corpse fragments remained on the ground. The strength-giver's physical attributes were quite impressive, as he still had an intact corpse, his charred face still glaring angrily in her direction.

Song Jinhe turned her head and looked at what Jiang Shi'an was holding. Her pupils widened in surprise: an RPG rocket launcher! This place really has some good stuff!

"Wow, this is cool!" Qi Sixing took a deep breath, looking at the wounded or dead people and the dismembered zombies.

The opponent's metal-talented user later activated his defense to block the attack, but he was already exhausted after blocking such a huge impact, and the battle was actually over.

Jiang Shi'an casually tossed away the unexploded rocket launcher. With him involved, Song Jinhe didn't even have to lift a finger, and the rest of the people were wiped out.

"Brother Jiang, you're such a spendthrift! You just threw this thing on the ground like that?" Qi Sixing picked up the thing from the ground and dusted it off.

This was the first time he had ever seen and experienced the power of an RPG rocket launcher up close.

The reason they could see clearly was because Brother Jiang provided Sister Jinhe with a 360-degree, all-around protection with no blind spots. On their side, things were much more relaxed; as long as they didn't die, that was fine. They even got hit twice by charred zombie pieces.

“There’s still one round of ammunition over there.” Jiang Shi’an’s gaze fell on Song Jinhe, and only after confirming that she was alright did his eyes calm down. “The armored vehicle’s engine is broken, it can’t be driven.”

Song Jinhe nodded happily, "That means we're rich!"

They acted quickly; they had only cleared one area of ​​zombies, and new ones kept emerging from nearby and behind the collapsed walls.

Song Jinhe collected all the usable bullets and guns, as well as the remaining rocket launcher ammunition. Then the four of them returned the way they came, blocking the fire door along the way.

The hotel lobby was no longer safe; more and more zombies were gathering outside, drawn by the noise, and the second-floor stairwell had to be closed.

Although they entered the resource point, they were trapped inside.