The task of clearing bodies was finished. The corpses from beneath the two buildings had already been swept into the green belt. It was time to head back.
Lin Yuan checked the time. It was already 12:46 PM, and the morning had passed.
After informing Wang Zhihai, he signaled to the other two, indicating to retreat.
At this moment, Wu Tian's voice suddenly came through the earpiece: "Lin Yuan, there are still zombies in the 10 floors we cleared. Come up and clear them out first."
Lin Yuan, hearing Wu Tian's exasperated tone, smacked his own head. The night demon's attack and the excitement of rescuing people had disrupted their plan, and they had almost forgotten that these zombies among the supplies were also a hidden danger.
Because you never know how many people are in a house. Once a zombie kills more than one human and then devours them, its evolution speed will accelerate.
Who knew if there was another night demon about to be born.
Grabbing their weapons and equipment, Lin Yuan said to Wang Zhihai and the others, "Brother Wang, we might have to do some body clearing again, because there are still zombies in the rooms."
"But we don't have keys, nor tools. How do we get in?" Wang Zhihai asked, puzzled. They couldn't just smash the doors, could they? Wouldn't that be like announcing to all the zombies in the community, "Come on, it's party time!"?
"Oh, right. I forgot to tell you. Our comrade Wu Mengyao is quite talented in this area. Have you seen the crossbow she was carrying on her back? She made it herself. It can even pierce a night demon's skull."
If it goes through the skull, does it count as piercing if it gets stuck in the bone?
Wang Zhihai and Zhao Mengnan suddenly realized. So, that heavy crossbow was the real deal. They had always thought it was a shoddy imitation or even just a toy.
Tsk, that young girl is quite something!
Wang Zhihai praised her in his heart, but then Zhao Mengnan poked his head over and asked, "Captain Wang, is the crossbow that little girl is carrying that powerful?"
Wang Zhihai turned to look at him as if he were an idiot. "If that girl's crossbow is made of real spring steel with pulleys and a armor-piercing arrowhead, at close range, even a bulletproof vest would be useless against it." (The power of a real crossbow should be a bit less, but let's assume they are wearing Level 1 bulletproof vests, hahaha.)
Then, he chased after Lin Yuan and shouted softly, "Captain, wait for me. I want to join the fight."
Didn't you see Zhu Mingjun charging ahead? After being beaten down by zombies for so many days, he needed to vent some frustration.
With Lin Yuan and Wu Tian, who could even kill night demons, leading the way, they were full of confidence.
"Brother Wang, have you recovered your stamina? Can you keep up? We might need your strength later," Lin Yuan, waiting at the door for everyone to enter, asked after locking the main door on the first floor.
Wang Zhihai gave a strong gesture: "Don't worry, Captain. It's fine. We're special police. We still have strength."
They hadn't lacked food or drink in that small store for the past couple of days. Their stamina had been greatly depleted just now, but they had already recovered.
Zhao Mengnan on the side also made a similar gesture.
Looking at their biceps, which were as thick as an adult's thigh, Lin Yuan nodded. "Alright then. We'll discuss it later. Let's head to the 10th floor to meet up with them first."
Half an hour later...
Wang Zhihai was desperately pushing the anti-tank obstacle stuck in the doorway, while the zombies inside the room were desperately squeezing towards the door.
"Brother Wang, hold on! Only two more left."
"Oh, alright!" Although their faces looked like they were gritting their teeth so hard they might break, the anti-tank obstacle remained still.
Zhu Mingjun thrust his spear forward with force from the ground, piercing a zombie straight through like a candied haw. Zhao Mengnan raised his fire axe with both hands and brought it down sharply. The third zombie, which had just poked its head out, had its skull split open, with red and white matter splattering all over.
"Good marksmanship!" Lin Yuan, Wu Tian, and the others watching the spectacle applauded the three who had finished the fight. Mu Qing Tian, who could only watch from the rooftop with her sniper scope due to her injury, also smiled.
No shame, Captain.
Zhu Mingjun originally wanted to draw his gun and strike a pose, but when he tried to pull it out, it wouldn't budge. He felt a bit awkward.
He gave a dry laugh, stepped on a zombie's head, and pulled with all his might, but only the iron casing came out, leaving the rest stuck in the zombie's head.
This was nailed on. How did it disappear?
Zhu Mingjun looked at the spearhead with two nails attached, a bit of iron sheeting clinging to them, and twitched his mouth.
Cough, cough. Let's just pretend nothing happened.
By this time, Lin Yuan had already helped the somewhat exhausted Wang Zhihai to the side and said with a laugh, "Hahaha, Brother Wang, I told you guys you needed to put in some effort. Now you know, right?"
Wang Zhihai had a look on his face as if he had been thoroughly wronged. Damn it. The three of them were doing fine, with the motto "We're all in this together." At Lin Yuan's reminder, they had half-opened the door and used the wood from the anti-tank obstacle to wedge it between the door and the wall. At this point, as long as they held steady, one or two zombies couldn't get out, unless both of them turned into "fungal monsters," and then it might be possible.
Once zombies are confined to a limited area, especially when they have no brains and only focus on reaching for the meat,
For such zombies, Wang Zhihai and the others could kill them like slicing vegetables. But just as they were killing them with gusto, this family of five, celebrating a birthday together, gave them a lesson. If Wang Zhihai hadn't reacted quickly and used the last section of wood from the anti-tank obstacle to wedge the door, the zombies would have swarmed out directly.
He firmly held the anti-tank obstacle with his foot, making space for Zhao Mengnan and Zhu Mingjun, which averted the crisis.
"We didn't expect five people to suddenly rush us. We are truly ashamed. We got carried away killing and became a bit careless."
"Hahaha, it's okay, it's okay. We all make mistakes, and we've made more than you," Lin Yuan consoled, but he didn't mention what his own mistake was.
After all, it wasn't zombies he was killing.
Zhao Mengnan on the side weighed the fire axe in his hand, feeling for the first time that this thing was so useful. (In real life, fire axes are used to break doors and smash locks. Well-trained firefighters can break into a door and rescue people in three to four chops. Therefore, in the apocalypse, a fire axe is an excellent weapon.)
Lin Yuan patted Zhu Mingjun's shoulder again, sincerely praising, "Brother Zhu, your marksmanship is indeed excellent. You must teach us when you have time."
"Yes, yes! Little Brother Zhu's marksmanship is truly exceptional. You absolutely must teach us," Wu Tian said, her eyes shining. She had always wanted to learn swordplay, spear techniques, and the like. With her cousin's connections, she had found some masters of real martial arts, but they had said, "A lifetime of sabers and staffs, a lifetime of spears," which made her hesitate. Without true passion, it was hard to persevere. The young girls beside them also chimed in, saying they wanted to learn.
This made Zhu Mingjun a bit shy.
Zhu Mingjun had been practicing martial arts since childhood and had a very good family upbringing. He was kind and cheerful by nature, and hearing this, he blushed a little.
He shifted the wooden spear, whose iron tip was now gone, backward slightly. After a moment's thought, he cupped his hands and said, "My grandfather also wanted to take some disciples to pass on his spear techniques, but due to some reasons, it was unsuccessful. Now that chaos has arrived, we who practice martial arts should naturally bear our responsibilities. I will impart my knowledge without reservation."
His grandfather was a master of spear fighting. Naturally, there were those who wanted to become his disciples, but they either had mediocre talent with little progress, were pampered and couldn't endure hardship, or lacked mental fortitude. In his lifetime, his grandfather only had Zhu Mingjun and his two senior disciples, making a total of three inheritors.
"Emmm, although what Little Brother Zhu said is a bit chuunibyo, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement," Zhao Anjing said, hands on her hips, her eyes shining. She had already envisioned herself as a valiant warrior with a silver spear and white armor.
You're also quite chuunibyo, aren't you!!