Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 50 The Path She Led
"Shut the fuck up! You're even letting the zombies have their way."

Before the person next to him could finish speaking, Brother Wang went over and stabbed the young man, killing him instantly.

"You guys go deal with the zombies." Brother Wang picked up his gun, the sound of a bullet being chambered was exceptionally clear.

Zhuang Ting's face turned ashen, and he almost couldn't resist striking with the crowbar in his hand, but he held back in the end, looking at the cold muzzle of the gun.

Everyone just saw how terrifying these zombies are; even a little bit of their pus will leave you with half a layer of skin, if you don't die!

How can they survive hand-to-hand combat with zombies?

But when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head; it's not like they can refuse just because they don't want to go.

Zhuang Ting gritted his teeth, held the crowbar horizontally to block, and used the ordinary zombies as shields to block forward. The ordinary zombies were all corroded and had a layer of skin corroded off.

As Song Jinhe fled in panic, she glanced at the research and development lab ahead and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

almost.

The zombies over there will soon come out and greet the group.

They handcuffed her to Jiang Shi'an, but she could, of course, use her sensory abilities to transmit routes with her fingers from where they couldn't see.

This is the path she led; it would be a miracle if there weren't any zombies.

"Five, four, three"

Song Jinhe silently counted down in her mind, while exchanging a glance with Jiang Shi'an and quietly retreating towards him.

boom--

The metal door was opened, and the zombies lunged forward as soon as they saw people.

"Damn! Bro, there are zombies over here too!" The henchman looked terrified when he saw the zombie with two pustules on its body.

Brother Wang's eyes, which were mostly white, swept towards Song Jinhe and the others.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

He kept an eye on the group the whole way, and they had no chance to cause any trouble.

Judging from how they were holding their breath and struggling to survive under the zombies, it doesn't seem like they deliberately walked this way.

How could they possibly know where the zombies would come from?

With so many zombies, we have no choice but to take action.

Brother Wang and his henchmen raised their guns and faced the oncoming zombies.

Bang, bang, bang,

The spent cartridge cases fell to the ground, splattering with rotting flesh and blood.

That's fair.

With a flick of her finger, Song Jinhe retracted the handcuffs into her spatial storage.

Wang and his men were so engrossed in the zombies that they didn't even notice that their handcuffs had been removed.

"Find a place to hide."

After Jiang Shi'an finished speaking, he strode forward, twirled the knife in his hand, and before the afterimage of the cold light had disappeared, the man's carotid artery had already been slashed.

It wasn't until warm, rusty-smelling blood splattered onto them that Brother Wang and the others realized what was happening.

At this moment, Jiang Shi'an stood there with a bloodstained knife, calmly watching the zombies engulf the man whose throat had been slit.

"Damn it, it was you guys who were behind this!"

Enraged, Brother Wang raised his gun and opened fire at the same time that Jiang Shi'an threw a kitchen knife that slashed across the arm of the man holding the walkie-talkie, then quickly hid behind the equipment.

"what!!!"

The walkie-talkie in the man's hand fell to the ground before he could even turn it on. He clutched his arm and tried to pick it up, but the oncoming zombies forced him to turn and run for his life.

Brother Wang, gun in hand, stared coldly at the glass jars and test tubes on the table, shattered by bullets. Did they think they only had a walkie-talkie?

Since you dared to make a move, be prepared to bear the consequences. After those two hostages outside die and turn into zombies, let them watch as they are torn apart by their own comrades.

After missing several shots, Brother Wang's temper flares up easily.

Just as the other man in charge of communication hid to the side and took out a walkie-talkie.

A zombie that had lost its balance suddenly fell over. The man's eyes widened, and he quickly raised his pistol, firing several shots before finally letting out a sigh of relief as the zombie collapsed.

Just as he was about to take out the walkie-talkie again, he felt a sharp pain in his side and abdomen. He looked down in a daze and saw a fair and well-proportioned finger gripping the handle of a knife, with blood dripping down the hem of his clothes.

The owner of this hand had a cold smile on his lips, showing none of his previous timidity.

"You...you..." Before the man could react, Song Jinhe forcefully pulled out the knife and stabbed at his vitals again.

After the man died, she licked up his bag and took the car keys, bullets, and pistol with her.

Before the zombies behind her could even get close, she took them all out with a single shot.

Sensing the location of Brother Wang and the other two rifles, Song Jinhe bent down and quickly weaved through the obstacles.

Halfway there, she saw someone raising a gun to kill Qi Sixing. There were too many zombies in the middle to get through, and Brother Wang was also a martial arts expert. He deliberately swept a wave of zombies in this direction to lure them over to deal with her.

If she goes out, she'll get shot; if she stays crouched and doesn't go out, the zombies will surround her.

The bullets I just looted were gone in no time, and clearing out zombies consumed a lot of them.

Song Jinhe grabbed a few alcohol lamps and matches from where he was, lit them, and threw them out.

This thing is less powerful than a Molotov cocktail, but it's not suitable for her to use a Molotov cocktail here.

She threw things at Wang Ge's underlings, and her hair almost caught fire.

Just as Song Jinhe was about to throw a second one, she was preparing to dodge when she suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

Jiang Shi'an mixed several colored liquids, and the smoke generated when the mixture was thrown on the ground directly took the man away.

Taking advantage of the moment when Brother Wang was so busy he was about to split open that he couldn't pay attention to anything else, Song Jinhe grabbed a terrifying-looking syringe, inhaled the venom of a poisonous snake, and used her talent to find a path and sneak through.

Qi Sixing's arm was grazed by a bullet, and he took several more punches. With nowhere left to retreat and his consciousness becoming hazy, he seemed to see a figure descending from the sky like an angel.

He took a large syringe and plunged it deep into the bastard's body.

Song Jinhe was thrown aside and crashed into the frame. The other person's gun also fell to the ground. Anyone who could carry a rifle was quite skilled. This person didn't seem to care about being pricked with a needle and even had a contemptuous smile on his face.

"I was just about to come looking for you guys, you're quite the actor."

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Qi Sixing struggled to get up.

The burly man reached out to grab Song Jinhe's neck, his gestures appearing very professional. However, when his hand was still a few centimeters away from Song Jinhe, his expression suddenly changed.

What's wrong? Something's not right with his body.

The burly man looked at the syringe on the ground; it was the one from earlier.
"What did you just hit me with, you bitch!" The fat on the big man's face twitched, and he reached out to slap Song Jinhe.

Before he could even lower his hand, he felt a wave of weakness wash over him.

Without hesitation, Song Jinhe picked up a bottle of liquid that she didn't know what it was and threw it at them.

The big man covered his eyes and screamed in agony.

Taking advantage of his illness, Song Jinhe picked up a weapon from the ground and started hacking at him, not caring whether it was a vital spot or not.

This person is physically stronger than the average person, and is also a gifted individual. The veins in his arms suddenly bulge, and even with an injured eye, he can knock over a shelf with a single blow.

His companions were almost there. Song Jinhe focused his mind to sense their weak points, seized the opportunity to slash at them with his knife, and the blood would be enough to attract the zombies' attention.

But the zombies that kill the gifted will also become stronger.

(End of this chapter)