You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chen Xiaoyong, who had left the warehouse on the second floor before anyone else, was now outside the front door.

Outside the door was a wide road.

The car they had driven effectively cut across the entire road, creating a semicircular steel wall that blocked all those trying to rush out the door and pushed them back.

The large amount of bullets they had obtained through trade was finally put to use.

The moment someone dared to show up, gunfire would crackle like frying beans, forcing Peng Yue's people to clumsily flee back behind the cover made of miscellaneous items and cargo boxes.

But such cover was limited to a few spots and couldn't protect everyone.

Therefore, arguing was unavoidable.

Seeing his subordinates start to quarrel, Peng Si didn't say a word and instead grabbed a gunstock, savagely beating the loudest one until the person cried out in pain, admitting their mistake before he finally stopped.

Seeing this, the others could only huddle up tighter to make space for their comrades who had not yet come inside.

But by then, the horde of zombies had arrived.

Panic began anew.

"Peng Yue!"

"Tell them not to shoot!"

Zhang Ye, seeing this, immediately had Peng Yue stop the people trying to shoot the zombies because those who had charged out of the warehouse with the four of them had already been registered on his "employee list".

As he spoke, he had already commanded the zombies in front of him, and the disorganized mass showed an astonishing level of team coordination.

This was the innate talent of the zombies who had gone through deep evolution.

The tall ones with long legs were in the middle.

Those small in stature with incredible speed were spread out on both sides.

The remaining zombies, some missing arms or legs or otherwise unremarkable, all became the main force in the middle, serving as a wall of flesh to absorb bullets.

Humans fear pain, but the zombies controlled by Zhang Ye did not.

Before the crowd had time to ponder whether their team leader had gone mad by not letting them shoot despite so many zombies, the horde had already rushed towards the front gate amid sharp howls, vying to be the first.

Chen Xiaoyong, who had been prepared to watch the show from the car, suddenly changed his expression.

This isn't right!

Why are the zombies coming straight for us?

Those people are hiding right next to you, behind those boxes and walls, aren't the zombies all blind?

Before he could figure out what was happening, one of his subordinates could not control their panic and started shooting at the zombie horde.

Bang!

The bullet hit right under a zombie's foot.

Instead of stopping, it ran even more frantically forward.

Then more and more bullets hit it, tearing its ragged clothes and skin, turning them into numerous pieces of flesh that scattered in the air.

More than half of the people Chen Xiaoyong brought were equipped with the company's standard revolvers.

The rest had either shotguns or nail guns.

All were weapons that had been phased out before.

He had not had the heart to discard them.

And those survivors from other settlements who had come with them had an even more diverse array of weapons in their hands, including crossbows and slingshots, and even homemade guns made of wooden boards and steel bars.

The ammunition fired was naturally varied: bullets, shotgun pellets, steel balls.

Some were even stones.

The power of these weapons should not be underestimated.

After all, they had indeed relied on these equipments to survive the disaster.

But they all shared one common defect: extremely slow firing speeds, completely unsuitable for facing large hordes of zombies.

After the initial volley that lasted less than two minutes, their sound rapidly fell away.
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Those blocking the door immediately became flustered as they started to reload.

The only sound that remained was that of the revolvers.

After all, they were five-shot cylinders.

But those ten-odd revolvers only held out for less than ten seconds against hundreds of zombies before they were left with only the heart-thumping noise of hollow clicks.

In the heat of the moment, it was Chen Xiaoyong who reacted first.

"Close the door!"

"Bring a vehicle over!"

This was a warehouse company.

Around it was nothing but barbed-wire fences and walls meters high.

As long as they could block the exit gate, those zombies could only be trapped inside this giant cage along with Peng Yue's people. Was there any need to imagine what would happen next?

Chen Xiaoyong sneered at the silhouettes hiding behind the crowd of corpses.

A pickup truck had already made its way to the side and stopped at the entrance.

The body of the truck just reached the gate.

However, the two men responsible for closing the gate were so nervous that they didn't shut it completely, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight child-sized zombies squeezed through the crack.

"Ahhhh!"

"Run, the zombies are coming out!"

The pickup truck blocking the door became the first target for those zombies that had squeezed through.

The driver inside didn't have time to react before two zombies climbed through the window, and the blood spraying from his neck quickly stained the windshield red.

The men standing in the back of the truck immediately started shouting to jump down.

But suddenly, gunshots rang out beside their ears.

Bang, bang, bang!

The scattered buckshot directly blew away the two zombies crouching on top of the pickup's cab.

The remaining zombies also fell to the ground amidst the gunfire.

Chen Xiaoyong's heart finally settled down.

Damn.

That had given him quite the scare.

It was all because those two newbies were so unreliable, getting so scared by a few zombies they dared not even close the door properly. He would have to replace them immediately when they got back.

But for now, the situation was finally under control.

The zombies that had come out were all dealt with.

Next, they just needed the people below to seal up that crack in the door. The horde of zombies inside would certainly not be able to come out, after all, with the strength of hundreds of zombies, it's impossible to push open the pickup truck blocking the entrance.

All he had to do was quietly hold this position and watch as Peng Yue and his people were torn apart and devoured by the zombies.

"Heh heh."

"Peng Yue, oh Peng Yue."

"In the end, I still have the upper hand."

Chen Xiaoyong looked at his subordinates hacking at the zombies' arms in front of the gate, feeling a wave of satisfaction surge in his heart again, and his gaze slowly drifted to the back of the zombie crowd inside the fence.

But after searching around for a while, a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Hey, where are those guys?

Dead?

As he pondered this, a deafening crash suddenly thundered beside his ears, and he saw the pickup that had been blocking the gate flip over like a matchbox!

The two massive door panels were completely deformed, crushing several of his men who were slashing at zombies at the gate in an instant!

Amid a low roar reminiscent of a rhinoceros, the Type-T Variant raised its bald head.

Chen Xiaoyong's heart skipped a beat instantly.

This was not good.

He had actually forgotten about this creature!

This was a powerful mutant capable of ripping cars apart with its bare hands, so bursting through a gate blocked by a pickup truck would be easy and enjoyable for it, right?

Along with the two flying door panels came hundreds of zombies with blood-red eyes.

Their defensive line had been breached.