In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

"Retreat!" Xu Shuai's gaze lingered a few moments in the area where the mysterious zombie had disappeared, then, as if remembering something, he quickly left the room: "Ye Zi, go and tell them to go back to the flying house. I'll be right back."

Ye Ziming nodded, then instructed Su Mo, who was standing to the side, "Go and call her, take your things and come back quickly. Don't wait for us."

He then picked up the riot fork and hurriedly caught up with Xu Shuai.

Rushing up to the second floor in one breath, Xu Shuai arrived at the house where the boy zombie had been imprisoned and took a closer look.

Sure enough, the chain used to reinforce the door was pulled open by brute force, the opening of the chain was straightened, and the chain was hanging on the door. It was not easy to notice at first glance.

Xu Shuai opened the door, and a stench mixed with the smell of feces and urine hit him.

The boy zombie, who had been leaning against the windowsill and restraining himself, now had his limbs drooping, his head and spine forcibly pulled out, along with a series of internal organs.

After taking the zombie's head, the broken spine and the torn organs were crushed and discarded aside.

This work, without a doubt, is the masterpiece of that mysterious zombie.

The skulls of ordinary zombies seem to contain some kind of mysterious substance that exerts a strong attraction on them.

"Hiss!" Ye Ziming, who had caught up, stood in front of the door and glanced at it, his brows furrowed.

The boy's earlier self-narration had given him a lot of goodwill, and even after becoming a zombie, he still held him in high regard.

Now, with my spine pulled out, like a stray dog ​​being tortured and killed at will, a faint anger wells up in my heart.

He likes collecting zombie heads? Xu Shuai's pupils contracted slightly. He thought that when he became stronger, he might be able to use this method to fish out these zombies, just like fishing.

"Old Xu, aren't you also angry about this? I wholeheartedly support you in seeking revenge!"

Xu Shuai rolled his eyes. What are you thinking? The mysterious zombie didn't understand its own strength and fled in panic. And you, you're just messing around too, even trying to chase after it.

While it's possible to search for traces of the mysterious zombies using the flying house, it's time-consuming and laborious, so there's no need for it.

After closing the door, the four returned to the flying house. The hovering height increased to six meters, and the four stood on the deck of the flying house, watching silently.

Below, seven or eight cars were heading towards the mountainside in a long procession.

Leading the way was a large truck, four wheels in the front and eight in the back, emitting a heavy roar.

The hood was covered with dried bloodstains and scattered pieces of meat, the various colors mixed together to form a thick, dark brown film.

The exposed safety bar showed severe metal scratches, indicating that it had just rushed out of a noisy horde of zombies.

The man in the passenger seat had a clear X-shaped scar on his face. When Xu Shuai and the other two looked up and saw the man's face clearly, their pupils contracted.

The person who arrived was none other than Wang Qing, the gang leader who had suddenly disappeared last night. His actions before leaving almost trapped Xu Shuai and his two companions to death.

When enemies meet, they are only seen as having intense hatred for each other.

But looking at the object in Wang Qing's hand, which he was carefully wiping like a beloved toy, I could see...

Xu Shuai and his two companions could only bury their anger in their hearts and dared not act rashly.

It was a small, exquisite handgun, its body gleaming with a dark gray metallic sheen; it was the standard issue firearm for police officers in the Public Security Bureau.

Guns are a man's favorite, and Xu Shuai automatically marked the characteristics of the gun in Wang Qing's hand in his mind as if he knew them by heart.

It has a 5.56 mm caliber, a standard ammunition load of twenty rounds, and an effective range of fifty meters.

However, the shock brought by Wang Qing's return was far greater than that.

Xu Shuai looked to the sides and realized that the dark objects piled up on both sides of the seats were actually brand-new spears.

With its highly recognizable appearance, it is a Chinese-made military weapon, the Type 13 assault rifle.

It has a 6.2 mm caliber, a five-threaded rifled barrel, a standard ammunition load of thirty rounds, and an effective range of four hundred meters.

The Type 13 assault rifle, with its improved structure, boasts excellent stability while exhibiting extremely low recoil, making it virtually impossible to miss within 400 meters.

Before the initial shock had subsided, the sight of the scene inside the truck bed sent another shiver down everyone's spine.

Inside the rear of the truck was a truckload of military-green ammunition boxes, with several people assigned to guard them.

A man leaned against the car with a cigarette in his mouth, his face beaming with joy.

Someone took out their phone. Ge You, lying on the ammunition box, was typing rapidly, his expression serious.

Yin Rui is lying. Didn't she say that only she had a way to get the guns ahead of time? What's going on here?

After the convoy left, Xu Shuai and Ye Ziming blocked Yin Rui's path, one in front and one behind.

"Tell me, wasn't it said that only you could get access to the guns in the armory beforehand? The guns those people were holding just now didn't look like they'd been used."

The gun was covered in an oily film, almost enough to be used as a mirror.

That's a special reaction that occurs because the spear has been carefully wrapped in parchment since it was produced.

"That's impossible. The conditions for opening the armory ahead of time are extremely stringent, precisely to prevent malicious individuals from obtaining it in advance," Yin Rui stated definitively.

Seeing the suspicion on their faces, Yin Rui thought for a moment and offered his personal analysis: "They must have obtained the guns by accident through other channels."

"As you just saw, those are all common guns, not much different in terms of new or old. But the guns in the armory are far more than that. You know about man-portable rocket launchers, right? They're on the first floor after the armory is opened."

After saying that, Yin Rui seemed to have convinced herself, since Xu Shuai didn't know the real scene after the armory was opened anyway.

If they manage to get away with it and escape this ordeal, it will be at least several days before Commander Xu goes to the armory.

She would then reveal the conditions for opening the armory, followed by other secrets. As long as she still had value to herself, she didn't believe she would be rashly kicked off the flying house during this period.

"They've already got the gun, how can I believe what you're saying?" Ye Ziming said irritably.

Armory, armory. It would have been fine if I hadn't seen the guns; it was just an obsession. Now that I've seen the guns with my own eyes, they're in someone else's hands, and an enemy at that.

He could naturally tell that Wang Qing, with his guns and men, had a very clear destination: revenge.

"Yes, you keep saying that only you know about opening the armory. At least let me know what preparations I need to make to open the armory in advance."

Xu Shuai chimed in, and after speaking, he smiled with narrowed eyes, seemingly harmless, but in reality, he was secretly observing Yin Rui's changing expression.

"Hmm!" Yin Rui frowned, sighed, and slowly said, word by word, "Informing us of the conditions for opening the armory in advance was not part of our previous agreement."

"Of course, informing me in advance is not out of the question..." Yin Rui crossed her arms and looked at Xu Shuai with a grin.

Having convinced herself, she was full of confidence. After glancing at Yang Kexin beside her, she made her intentions quite obvious.

At least raise your own treatment to the same level as Yang Kexin's, otherwise she won't be so foolish as to tell you.