Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 56 Production Workshop
To be honest, Song Jinhe felt that she was not bad at being cunning.

They were able to quickly adjust their approach to her even after changing routes; without a doubt, there must be someone with a talent for smelling in that group.

"This person seems to know where we'll ambush her, and always leaves at key intersections."

Seeing his eldest brother's ashen face, Ge Hong spoke cautiously.

It's really not his fault. He just led the way wherever the target went. The encirclement was getting smaller, but he just couldn't catch the person.

Once might be luck, but if it happens twice or three times with the same pattern, something's clearly not right.

This person was also particularly cunning; the gunfire was all mixed in with that of their second team, and no one fired a shot on their own.

Could it be that the other person has the same talent as him? No, he vaguely felt that the other person's reaction speed was even faster. Could it be that they could still see them?
This isn't a gifted person, it's a female ghost!

Thinking of this, Ge Hong felt a chill run down his spine. "Rotting flesh, the smell of burning cloth... she used fire!"

"Fire attack? Or Molotov cocktails?" Wei Wenchen sneered, the thorn in his heart growing deeper and deeper.

With skills like that, it's quite reasonable that they could wipe out one of their squads.

"There are only two routes to the production workshop from here. Let's force her into our ambush point. Aren't they good at this kind of trick?"

It's another five minutes' walk to the first fire door.

For some reason, the closer Song Jinhe got to her destination, the more uneasy she felt.

That distorted surveillance camera is in front of the workshop.

Song Jinhe crawled out of the closet, suppressing her nausea, and put on the workshop work clothes covered in zombie blood and the fireproof and gas mask, wrapping herself up tightly, and successfully squeezed behind the zombie.

Looking at her now, anyone would think she's a zombie.

If you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your brain. What's wrong with that zombie guy in front of you? He's frozen in place.

Song Jinhe pulled out a dagger and stabbed it in the back. As the zombie fell, it was still looking at her blood-stained mask.

After successfully getting through, he took out a free smoke bomb and threw it forward.

The group of people who were hiding behind cover, trying to quietly get away from the zombies, were instantly stunned.

"Holy crap, what is this? Who did this?!"

They rushed out coughing, face to face with a dozen or so zombies. They were all quite skilled, but they really didn't expect the zombies to fire their guns.

The man with the tattoo on his neck saw the masked zombie emerge and wondered why it looked so sloppy.

The next second, they heard gunshots. Their two companions were caught off guard and fell to the ground. When they looked up, they saw that the zombie had a pistol hidden in its sleeve.

"You son of a bitch! Still pretending to be a zombie! You're such a dog!"

The tattooed man's veins bulged, his body was enhanced, and the first bullet missed, only hitting his arm, which didn't seem to be seriously injured.

He reacted to the second bullet and grabbed the zombie guy to use as a human shield.

Song Jinhe's lips curled slightly, she lit two Molotov cocktails with a bang, and then ran away.

She swaggered past the zombies in her zombie ghillie suit, while the guy behind her, playing PUBG, yelled at her, telling her not to run if she dared.

Song Jinhe clicked his tongue. Who would want to go head-to-head with someone who's already the sixth son?

After passing through the first fire door and then the disinfection room, we took off our cumbersome equipment and entered the workshop area.

The production line was still ahead, but the sight there still shocked her.

Corpses in varying degrees of decay lay on the ground, along with white, wriggling maggots and disgusting bodily fluids.

There are also zombie corpses on the upper layer, and conspicuous blood spots on the walls that trigger trypophobia.

Passing through here is no different than stepping through a morgue; the stench of corpses is accompanied by an indescribable odor, the raw materials are damp and moldy, and there is foul-smelling tissue fluid.
She couldn't go very fast, so just in case, she would stab even the recently deceased zombie corpses on the ground with her knife. The people behind her were still following closely.

Song Jinhe felt the urge to speed up, not caring about anything else. The other party was turning, and she had to get there quickly and find cover.

"There she is!"

A sudden roar came from behind, the voice both angry and urgent.

Song Jinhe's heart tightened, and she took a running start and jumped over the last two steps, with a hail of bullets following closely behind, hitting the corner wall.

She fell to the ground and rolled over, then saw that it was a zombie staring at her, not quite dead yet. She let out a "Mommy!" and fired a shot with her backhand.

Jiang Shi'an should have been in the production workshop, but she hadn't heard a sound since she came in.

Noticing that the other party was walking this way, Song Jinhe originally wanted to use the last smoke bomb to seal off the passage and deal with their leader using the old method.

I looked around the space for a long time but couldn't find any smoke grenades.

Song Jinhe's temples twitched. This was unbelievable! She couldn't possibly have just thrown something so important away. So where was it?

"Stop hiding. You're all alone. Do you think you can keep stalling here?"

Wei Wenchen's cold tone was accompanied by unhurried footsteps. Song Jinhe, who was crouching behind him, gripped her gun tightly.

The unfamiliar sense of oppression and fear buried deep in her memory surged into her heart at that moment.

This is the voice of the person who brought 'her' out of the hospital and then sent 'her' to lure the zombies.

In my memory, he shouldn't have usurped the leadership of this team so early.
The footsteps were less than three meters away from her, and there were eight other people on the other side, all of whom were armed.

It's unrealistic for four gifted individuals to kill him.

Something was wrong. Song Jinhe's eyes suddenly widened. The other party had split into three groups and were stealthily moving upwards.

Those three people are going to find Jiang Shi'an!
Suddenly, gunshots rang out, and the man in gray overalls in Wei Wenchen's team immediately activated his talent to create a metal shield.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, Song Jinhe sensed something large falling from above, followed by a chaotic series of impacts.

"what--"

Someone let out a scream, and a strange, putrid stench quickly spread throughout the space.

Song Jinhe moved to a better vantage point and saw a zombie at least two and a half meters tall stand up from the metal equipment, smashing several centimeters thick metal plates out of shape.

This is what's in the surveillance video.

Its body was covered with pustules, some of which had ruptured, and the pus flowing out was the source of the strange, putrid smell!

This was the first time she had ever seen a zombie that looked like this; it was far more disgusting and terrifying than the pus-filled zombies she had seen before.

Shooting it will only break the boil; whoever touches the spurting pus will die.

Two men on the opposing team were just corroded by pus; they weren't dead yet, but it was practically the same as being dead.

Even a gifted person cannot survive if hit by this move.

Song Jinhe saw Jiang Shi'an, who had just jumped down from above and seemed to have been locked in a standoff with the zombie for a while.

Several people opposite were dodging zombie attacks. Jiang Shi'an stood up, quickly walked to Song Jinhe's side, and asked with a frown, "How did you get in here?"

"We can't just leave you here and run away."

Upon hearing this, a hint of tenderness flashed across Jiang Shi'an's eyes.
“I was missing a bullet, but I don’t remember when I fired that shot. The problem lies with his talent.”

Zombie: You old bastard, the food hit someone!

This team was the initial boss~ It's a bit long now, the factory is almost finished~
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(End of this chapter)