Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 176 Heavy Snow Blocks the Road 3
The person who fell made a hole in the snow.

He was desperate to get up, but the more desperate he became, the more confused he got, and the more confused he got, the harder it was for him to get up. Just then, the person in front of him turned around to help him.
A white, humanoid object 'whooshed' over.

"No—ah—"

With a shrill scream, the zombie knocked the old scarf off his face and bit down.

Bright red blood spurted out, instantly turning the white snowflakes red.

Immediately afterwards, a second and a third zombie swarmed up and surrounded him.

"Hurry up!" someone shouted.

Watching the zombies devour their companions, everyone endured their grief and fear as they ran forward frantically.

Only the man at the very front turned around and kicked a zombie away, helping the people behind him.

"We see a building! It's the base! Quick!"

Before he could finish speaking, another scream rang out.

Xiao Ding was grabbed and tackled by a zombie. The man tried his best to pull him up, but in the end, he couldn't save him.

That was a mutated zombie; its arm had pierced through his body.

"Brother, you guys go, go!" Xiao Ding screamed hysterically, spitting blood from his mouth.

The remaining few gritted their teeth and ran forward with tears in their eyes.

The base gates are getting closer!

Looking up at the three-story watchtower, everyone was waving and shouting.

"Help, save us!"

On the tower, Zhao Huiyun frowned upon seeing this scene.

Han Hui hesitated, then said, "Sister Zhao, we want to."

"The zombies behind them are suspicious."

Zhao Huiyun turned her head and said, "A blizzard is coming. We can't risk accepting outsiders in this kind of weather. This is a notice from the base."

The issue now is not about opening the door and letting them in.
Instead, to let them in, one must first go out and eliminate the danger before opening the door to let them in.

In the duty room not far away, Qi Sixing also noticed the people outside.

Going out in this situation would definitely be very dangerous, and the base also told them to prioritize their own safety.

Song Jinhe picked up the gun, looked at the grenades in the weapon cabinet, and, remembering the base's repeated orders to conserve weapon resources, only carried one in his pocket.

"There are three mutated zombies there."

With that, he opened the door and walked out of the duty room.

She needed to expand her space; she had been searching the surrounding area for so long but hadn't found a place.

Moreover, since they intend to stay at the base, they also need to consider that the base will urgently need manpower.

These people must be useful to have come all this way in this heavy snow.

Regardless of whether I pass the evaluation or not, if I am able to stay, I will have the opportunity to try to stand on their side.

“Go out and help them,” Su Lan said from the watchtower. “That man should be a strength-giver.”

Tan Jiu smiled and said, "Zhao Huiyun hasn't figured this out yet. Talented individuals are the greatest resource in the apocalypse."

“That’s why I was able to get them both to join the team.” Su Lan narrowed her eyes. “They’ve come out too.”

"What do we do? They won't open the door! Didn't they hear us?!"

The survivor, whose hands were numb from pounding on the door, cried out.

"Open the door! We have a mechanical engineer here!"

The zombies behind them had caught up. They were covered in frost, with dilated pupils, chins covered in blood and bits of flesh, and black mouths that sent chills down one's spine.

Just as the zombies pounced, they saw the cold steel door open a crack, and first a black gun barrel emerged.
The impact of the large-caliber bullet blasted the zombie away, and three people came out of the door before it closed again.

Song Jinhe: "Wait here. We can't let you in until the crisis is over."

Qi Sixing had his gun set up there, and if these people did anything inappropriate, or if he saw Song Jinhe's gesture, he would shoot without hesitation.

Song Jinhe was at a disadvantage when fighting zombies without revealing her talent and while conserving bullets.

Mutated zombies can move swiftly through the snow, but she can't.

To avoid the attack, he rolled twice on the ground, the cold air seeping in through the gaps in his scarf, as cold as a knife.

No, that strongest mutated zombie is too powerful; I really can't beat it without using my innate attack abilities.

Song Jinhe sighed, intending to lure it into a blind spot before taking action.

Suddenly, several figures jumped down from the defensive wall and confronted the charging zombies.

The only one who would dare to fight dressed entirely in white is Su Lan.

Being skilled is an advantage; you don't even need to open the door.

"What's wrong? You've gotten so bloated in just a few days?" It was Yi Feng, the clueless guy, who spoke.

"You try facing this frost-mutated zombie."

Song Jinhe quickly dodged while holding her gun, and a zombie with an arm thicker than a person's thigh jumped out, but she couldn't kill it with her gun.

It dented the metal pole of the abandoned street lamp with a single slap.

The clueless guy exclaimed, "Holy crap!" and immediately ran back.

"The wind is getting stronger! A blizzard is coming!" Zhuang Ting shouted a warning.

The blizzard will be accompanied by strong winds, making it impossible to see anything or stand up, let alone deal with such powerful mutated zombies.

Song Jinhe glanced at the storm brewing in the dark clouds on the horizon, and the white, chilling air coming close to the ground was getting heavier and heavier.

We must deal with these zombies quickly.

She quickly analyzed the situation, slung the gun over her shoulder, and took out explosives, preparing to find an opportunity.

If Su Lan and the others don't come down, she won't be able to hold back her strength if she wants to deal with these things.

But now that they're here, things will be much easier.

"Lead it outside, away from the gate and the defenses." Song Jinhe then turned to the clueless Yi Feng.

"Use your talent and work with Zhuang Ting to suppress it for two seconds. If you can't take it down before the storm comes, it will go into the base to avoid the storm."

"What are you trying to do?! Don't do anything reckless!"

Yi Feng saw her rushing forward with the bomb in her hand, and he couldn't stop her no matter how much he shouted. He had no choice but to believe her.

The two gifted individuals worked together to suppress the mutated zombie, while the others dealt with the rest as quickly as possible.

Song Jinhe pulled out the ring, waited a while, and threw it up at the right time before quickly jumping away and lying down.

The deafening explosion was dispersed by the howling wind, and the goose-feather-like snowflakes were swept away by the wind and scattered everywhere.

Song Jinhe turned around and saw that the thing's body was blown to pieces, but it was still alive.

He used the snow to push himself up.

The wind was too strong; she was blown back down before she could even stand up. Even though the zombie was injured, it could still throw the talented member of the rescue team off.

If Zhuang Ting hadn't used his gravity to catch him, causing him to float into the air, he would have definitely died if he had crashed into the lamppost.

Such force is enough to break a person's spine.

The sky had darkened, and a biting cold was prevailing. Several gifted individuals braved the increasingly fierce winds, unleashing a barrage of their innate attacks.

The mutated zombie is not dead yet.

While everyone was blinded by the wind, Song Jinhe secretly used 50% of her mental attack the moment they attacked the mutated zombie.

The mutated zombie, already low on health, died on the spot.

Zombie head, take it.

Yi Feng looked at his hands in shock and surprise. "This actually works?"

Has he become stronger?