Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 16 Molotov Cocktail

"Why didn't they kill all those men? What was the point of keeping them alive?"

His companion laughed, "What's the point of killing them all at once like before? We have to leave a few for the newcomers as a token of their loyalty."

"What should we do with the woman in the room? There's been no sound from inside. Could she be dead?" the man with the buzz cut asked suspiciously.

Scarface turned to the axe-wielding man and said, "Send two men to check on him. If he's dead, dispose of him properly. Don't make a mess of the place. We finally found this place."

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Sensing footsteps outside, Song Jinhe told Zhang Yi to hide back in the closet and get ready.

As the door opened, a cold draft slipped in through the crack.

Song Jinhe half-closed her eyes, watching the other person cautiously approach and observe, then stepped on a mousetrap and cried out in pain.

She suddenly threw off the blanket and, before the other person could react, stabbed him in the body with the knife in her hand.

Hearing his companion's screams, the other man realized he had been tricked and stepped forward with a machete.

Song Jinhe rolled onto the bed to dodge the attack, but the next second, Zhang Yi stabbed him in the back.

"what!"

The man, in pain, forcefully threw Zhang Yi to the ground and raised his foot to kick her.

A cold glint flashed in Song Jinhe's hand as she frantically stabbed him several times with the knife. Feeling the warm blood flowing into her hand, she twisted the handle to increase the damage.

The buzzing and screams echoed in her head. At that moment, she had only one thought: only by killing these thugs could she survive.

I don't know which cut severed the artery, but blood was splattered all over the ceiling.

Song Jinhe's face was also covered in blood, and the red blood vessels in the whites of her eyes seemed to be flowing towards her pupils.

Upon seeing this, the young man with the abdominal injury broke open the mousetrap and scrambled to escape. Song Jinhe calmly stood up, took the Molotov cocktail from Zhang Yi's hand, and smashed it over her shoulder.

The beer bottle shattered, and the young man's back burst into flames, his pig-like screams echoing throughout the corridor.

Before splitting up, Song Jinhe gave Zhang Yi two more Molotov cocktails, then took out a new backpack and hung it in front of her to provide cover before heading to the hall.

The enemy moved very quickly. Humans can't dodge bullets, but they can dodge gunfire. As soon as Song Jinhe threw the Molotov cocktail, she immediately retreated and refused to show her face.

After a burst of gunfire, the decorative painting behind the service counter was riddled with bullets, but she was not hit at all.

"Damn it, how many Molotov cocktails did she have in that backpack?! This isn't a patient, it's a bomber!"

Song Jinhe calmly pulled out another Molotov cocktail. Although she could detect the other side's movements in time, her energy was limited, and her body couldn't keep up if she continued like this.

They knew of the existence of gifted individuals, and the leader was very likely one of them; judging from his physique, he was not easy to deal with.

boom--

The sudden sound interrupted Song Jinhe's thoughts.

If the zombies can get in and break through the bathhouse's defenses, there must be a lot of them!
"Big brother, there are zombies! And that group of people ran away!" the henchman rushed over to report.

"Guard the exit." Scarface's face was grim, his whole body radiating a brutal killing intent. "Kill them one by one."

He actually stumbled at the hands of such a group of people, losing three of his men and another who was severely burned beyond saving. He wouldn't be able to hold his head up when he returned to the camp until he had killed them all.

A burnt smell wafted out, indicating that Cheng Yan and his team had successfully killed the guards and retrieved some important supplies and Song Jinhe's crowbar. The commotion and bloody stench from the bathhouse were like a bell ringing for the zombies to eat, and screams erupted everywhere.

Some of the zombies were soaking wet, with swollen and festering skin, and smelled of sewers mixed with the stench of decay, which was extremely disgusting. Throwing Molotov cocktails at them had very little effect.

“How did they end up looking like this?” Peng Zhixue asked, stunned.

"They migrated from the waterlogged area." Cheng Yan also gasped. "That means there are more zombies nearby than when we arrived. Let's go find Jin He first!"

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Song Jinhe encountered a bit of trouble. She was locked in a stalemate with that group of people when suddenly a zombie named Lao Liu appeared from behind. His bloated flesh looked almost like a giant. Since she didn't have a crowbar as handy as a kitchen knife, she was immediately tackled and nearly killed the zombie before it crawled out.

Fortunately, the other party was also entangled with zombies and didn't have time to deal with her.

Seeing how easily the leader of the opposing team, Scarface, chopped down zombies, Song Jinhe guessed his talent.

Most talents are not strong at the beginning, especially in terms of survival, with strength enhancement being an exception.

The early stages of the apocalypse also coincided with the era of those with enhanced strength talents.

The gunshots and flashes of light attracted more and more zombies, and everyone was running for their lives.

Wu Dayong walked out of the door carrying supplies, completely unaware that a person with a row of bloody teeth marks on his arm was approaching from behind. Caught off guard, he was hit on the head and fell to the ground.

"You've ruined me so badly, and you think you can just leave? Dream on! Hahaha. Die! Let's die together! My family is all gone!"

Wu Dayong struggled desperately, but the other person held him tightly, refusing to let go even as his fists pounded on him. The zombie was already very close. "Are you crazy? If you want to die, don't drag me down! Let go!"

"What are you standing there for? Come and help!" he shouted frantically at his wife. When that didn't work, he started to coax her, "Wife, quick, help me get this crazy woman away so we can get out of here together! I'm sorry for what I did to you before, I'll change."

Shen Yingxiu looked at him, her eyes filled with only cold tears, "It would have been better if you hadn't come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a scream and blood gushed out together.

Song Jinhe stopped the axe-wielding man with a Molotov cocktail, asking, "Where's the key?"

"You think you can scare me with a broken bottle?" The axe-wielding man smirked and pulled out his keys. "Let's see who's tougher. What do you say, how about we throw the keys over at the zombies?"

He thought he would see eagerness and concession on Song Jinhe's face, but he misjudged the situation. Song Jinhe came to get the key as a side thing; killing him was the main objective.

"Okay, let's throw them at each other!" Her physical discomfort made her emotions unstable, and Song Jinhe raised the Molotov cocktail in her hand.

Suddenly, the side door opened, and Cheng Yan rushed out and grabbed him by the neck, followed by Peng Zhixue snatching his equipment.

The key hadn't gone far when Song Jinhe threw a Molotov cocktail to stop the zombies running behind her, and then she stepped forward and stabbed the axe-wielding man.

After retrieving the keys and crowbar, Song Jinhe led them out, avoiding the zombies. "The back and side paths have been taken over by zombies. Let's go up one floor first, and then return to the mall the way we came."

"it is good."

As the four were walking out, someone suddenly called out to them.

"Wait! Can you take me with you? Please, I don't want to die! How can you leave me here and watch me die? How can you live with yourselves!"

Song Jinhe didn't even turn her head. From the fire door to the densely packed corridor, the corpses seemed endless. The once clean bathhouse was now filled with a stench of decay. She couldn't even guarantee her own safety, let alone have any intention of being a good person.

(End of this chapter)