Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 49 Werewolf Killing
There are zombies roaming everywhere. Going in empty-handed is less appealing than just shooting them all.

Brother Wang tilted his head at his men. He didn't want these men to live, but he needed them to clear out the zombies first.

The subordinate understood and took a bunch of things out of the car and threw them on the ground.

These are all things that Song Jinhe and his group used to have: a multi-functional screwdriver, hammer, crowbar, kitchen knife, and shovel.

The only decent one was a baseball bat enchanted with barbed wire, which was in Brother Wang's hands. "This thing is pretty well made."

He examined it for a while, then tossed it to Cai Zheng.

Song Jinhe picked up a screwdriver. She could use her right hand, but to maintain her persona, holding a knife was useless.

Jiang Shi'an was holding a kitchen knife, Zhuang Ting was holding a crowbar, and Qi Sixing looked left and right and decided that steel bars were the best option.

The other party even took the axe away.

The injured Cheng Yan and Dai Jie are hostages; they are outside and will not go in.

"If I'm not the first one to come out, kill them both," Brother Wang ordered his men.

"know."

The company campus is surrounded by a two-meter-high wire fence with cameras at intervals, and there are two modern minimalist apartment buildings next to it.

The automatic gate was half-open. From the entrance to the middle of the building, a distance of several hundred meters, white paper and garbage were stuck to the ground mixed with blood. There was a zombie every ten meters on average. They were all employees of this place.

You can tell a lot about someone's job by their clothing: pharmaceutical factory worker, laboratory researcher, manager.
Now they have all become mindless, unfeeling walking corpses.

Zhuang Ting walked ahead with a crowbar in hand and whispered to Song Jinhe, "So you're a gifted individual?"

These robbers are ruthless and meticulous; once they find the gifted individual, they may resort to any means necessary.

She herself came forward to admit the situation, without pointing him out, and Zhuang Ting felt that this girl was worth cooperating with.

"Do you think I am?" Song Jinhe glanced at Jiang Shi'an.

"Are you two playing Werewolf?" Qi Sixing immediately understood.

Their team really only has one talented player, and it would be better if she were the one. Her useless and weak image would make the other side feel more at ease.

"So, you'll have to work harder." Song Jinhe looked at the zombies rushing towards her; she knew she couldn't fight them at all.

"Lead them to the gate first," Jiang Shi'an said calmly.

With the sound of crowbars and iron gates being struck, a dozen zombies turned their heads, roared, and rushed out.

The door gaps are narrow, so when they squeeze outwards, they are easy to clean.

"What do we do then? If we can't find those medicines, they'll definitely kill us!" Qi Sixing asked while fighting zombies. "Or is there really that M-something medicine here?"

The shaking of the gate and the howling of the zombies completely drowned out their voices.

“There is probably a second type of medicine,” Jiang Shi’an replied casually.

Probably? Qi Sixing was completely distraught.

"Even if we actually bring out the stuff, they won't let us go." Song Jinhe still looked trembling, clutching a screwdriver, relying entirely on her companions for protection.

"What are you planning to do? Buy time inside?" Qi Sixing glanced at the gun barrels pointed at them from the corner of his eye.

How to do?
Song Jinhe didn't know either, "Let's go in first and talk about it later."

To deal with these people, you must kill them all before they can send messages on walkie-talkies, or make sure to take control of the leader immediately.

Otherwise, they would kill the hostage first.

Once you enter the building, it's a different story.

Song Jinhe knew that the other party was still skeptical. So when the zombie with its rotting face rushed over, she deliberately stepped back, dragging Jiang Shi'an's raised right hand holding the knife down with it, thus missing the opportunity to kill the zombie.

The knife pierced the zombie's body, and as it swung, the blade sliced ​​through the rotting flesh, releasing semi-liquefied fat. In that instant, the knife was flung away.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Jiang Shi'an said in a slightly deep voice, seemingly helpless. "Don't be afraid."

Song Jinhe nodded.

She dodged the zombies haphazardly, making things more difficult for her companions several times, though she managed to escape unscathed each time.

Those observing from behind could see it clearly; it didn't look fake.

In a crisis, the body reacts instinctively, and it's hard to hide it.

"I didn't realize they valued their own people so much," the crew-cut youth said sarcastically.

"It's easier to get things done when you have something to consider." Brother Wang smiled, his gun still pointed at him without any relaxation.

Not to mention they believed it, Qi Sixing almost believed it herself. Who could possibly connect her, a delicate girl, with that ruthless person who could blow a zombie's head off in one blow?

The zombies in front of the building have all been cleared away.

The stench was even stronger behind the glass door.

The card-swiping authentication gate had stopped working, and underneath it was a skeleton, with only a thigh bone remaining in the lower body, and a few pieces of scalp tissue with hair attached in the congealed blood.

Before my eyes, I could almost see a hazy scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows amidst the raging wind and rain, with rainwater overflowing the steps and blood mingling with the rainwater flowing in through the doorway.

The urgent, piercing alarm echoed through the building, documents and reagents were scattered all over the floor, and staff from various departments were running out in a panic.

Someone fell down the stairs and was tackled by zombies behind him. Then came a shrill scream, blood splattered everywhere, glasses fell to the ground and were crushed, and the young face gradually lost its life.

Before the person who ran to the turnstile could even get out, they were met with a pair of eyes with dilated pupils.

The increasingly chaotic shouts gradually merged with the silent and dark passage before them.

They passed through the gate and went up the stairs, the sound of their footsteps echoing around them for a long time.

The sky was bright, and behind the well-lit floor-to-ceiling windows lay a chilling scene: blood, rotting flesh, and swarming flies.

"We didn't encounter any zombies on the way," Cai Zheng said with a hint of regret, holding the baseball bat. "You guys were pretty lucky."

Song Jinhe turned her head and gave him a cold smile that was out of character. Cai Zheng was startled and was about to speak.

The young man walking beside him encountered a zombie around the corner.

The zombie's appearance was so grotesque, with rotting pustules and yellowish-green pus covering its face and body. Cai Zheng was startled and completely forgot Song Jinhe's expression just now.

The young man swung his weapon and struck, and pus, tainted with a putrid stench and an indescribable, strange odor, spurted out.

The next second, a scream came from his mouth, and a large, black hole was corroded in his skin by the pus.

Clang,

The weapon in the young man's hand fell to the ground.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Cai Zheng retreated in panic to Wang Ge's side, looking at his companion who was screaming in pain.

That old guy is really shrewd. When there's danger, he immediately hides with his older brother, letting his brother rush forward first.

Song Jinhe admitted that she had misjudged him when she said he wasn't doing so well.

The young man's painful screams attracted more zombies, several of whom were the kind of zombies that, while covered in pus, had lost eighty percent of their own strength but injured eight thousand of their enemies.

(End of this chapter)