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

Leaving four people to guard the convoy, Wang Qing led the rest of the group, a large and imposing convoy, and jogged quickly toward Yang Kexin's villa.

Before they even reached the iron gate, about thirty meters away, Wang Qing raised his hand and called for a stop. Hearing the roars coming from the side, he signaled everyone to slow their pace.

Looking at the iron chains that were firmly binding the gate, exactly as they had been before he left, Wang Qing smiled contemptuously.

After assigning tasks, the henchman in charge of recording quickly broke away from the group, took out his phone, and aimed the camera at the group of people who were ready for battle.

Xu Shuai and Ye Ziming left an indelible mark on his mind last night.

Now that they have guns in hand, Xu Shuai and his group, who are bound inside the iron gate, might be lucky enough to hide in the villa and eke out a living, but if they're unlucky, they'll probably all turn into zombies.

Unfortunately, even if Xu Shuai turned into a zombie, he would still disregard the prohibition and viciously whip the corpse.

If I can't swallow this humiliation, the nightmare in my heart will never end.

At first, Wang Qing only thought that Marshal Xu was somewhat important to the young master.

Unexpectedly, his value was only revealed after the apocalypse occurred.

"I want to see him alive or dead," was the death order Wang Tianyi had given him.

What could possibly motivate the young master to expend so much effort, even at the cost of revealing his own family background, just to obtain information about Marshal Xu?

Could it be that Xu Shuai has some kind of special secret?

If that's the case, a ruthless glint flashed in Wang Qing's eyes.

However, now is not the time to continue thinking deeply. After taking out the zombies in the courtyard one by one from a distance, he had some time to investigate.

With the apocalypse upon him and a gun in hand, Wang Qing was extremely confident. No one understood better than him just how carefree life could be without the constraints of order.

Wang Qing maintained his gun-holding posture and walked at the front. Before danger arrived, he had to show off his boss-like demeanor.

The cameraman beside him was also very clever, keeping half a body length ahead so as not to block the road and to capture Wang Qing's bravery better.

Wang Qing's steps were steady, and with each step, a wonderful close-up shot of the battle could be captured.

The camera slowly pans to the iron gate, where Wang Qing, with a tense expression, raises his gun and aims, about to strike a cool firing pose.

When he saw the scenery in the courtyard, his expression froze, and he stood there stunned.

Ahead, several strangely shaped, tall and strong zombies were wandering aimlessly in the courtyard.

By examining the corners of their clothes, Wang Qing was able to confirm that these were all the underlings he had brought with him yesterday.

However, none of his underlings were that tall or strong, and their numbers didn't match up either.

There were only seven zombies. Where did the others go?

As Wang Qing shifted his gaze left and right, an even more astonishing scene unfolded: the once magnificent villa was now nothing but a bare ruin.

No, such a big villa, where did it go overnight?

The photographer was about to remind Wang Qing to pay attention to his facial expressions.

After all, this was to be edited into a video of the mission and sent to that powerful young master.

Suddenly, he heard a rumbling sound in his ear. When he looked up, his legs went weak and he almost knelt down.

The two men's flustered behavior, coupled with the rumbling noise of their approaching courtyard, and driven by curiosity, the underlings, who had been maintaining their formation and approaching slowly, quickly jogged forward to avoid stealing the limelight.

When they saw what was happening before them, everyone gasped in shock.

They were people who had experienced big scenes and witnessed the bloodshed and troublesome nature of zombies, but the zombies that appeared in the courtyard were of a much higher level.

Some people looked astonished and stood there dumbfounded, while others, in a panic, subconsciously pulled the trigger.

With a bang, caught off guard, the unaimed bullet grazed the mutated zombie's cheek and flew past quickly.

The gunshots jolted everyone awake, and a faint smell of gunpowder lingered in the air.

I have a gun in my hand, what am I afraid of? I shouldn't even be afraid.

Wang Qing, who was the first to recover from his panic, turned around and shouted at his underlings, "What the hell are you all panicking for? Look at you all, you're all such cowards. We have guns, so be confident!"

"Now, listen to my command, everyone split into two groups and take turns firing. Aim at the vital points and fire freely. There will be plenty of bullets. I have only one requirement: the guns must not stop firing even when the men stop firing."

After a brief moment of panic, the crowd, who had instinctively gripped their guns tightly, suddenly realized that they now had guns in their hands, so why were they still worried and afraid as before?

Then, the group tacitly split into two groups, forming a semi-circle, and, as Wang Qing instructed, began to unleash a barrage of bullets at the mutated zombies inside the iron gate.

The main feature is speed; aiming is impossible. Just fire a whole magazine and hold down the trigger, not caring whether you hit or not, since bullets are free anyway.

Only after repeatedly pulling the trigger without firing a single bullet did he reluctantly stop, step back, and give up his shooting position.

The vacated space was quickly filled by the next group of personnel, who then continued to unleash a barrage of bullets.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Xu Shuai took advantage of the opportunity when Wang Qing led the main force away to kill the mutated zombies in the courtyard, and quietly approached in his flying house.

He successfully seized every moment when the remaining team members relaxed, constantly closing the distance between them. He remained fully focused at all times. A layer of fine sweat appeared on Xu Shuai's forehead. As the intervals shortened, his own vitality also dropped rapidly.

Before long, the flying house arrived behind the truck.

We have now reached the most critical moment. Every time the flying house is moved, there will be a flicker of light and shadow for a fraction of a second. It is not absolute invisibility. We must be extremely careful and cannot afford the slightest mistake.

With a three-meter interval and a six-meter height, people standing on the flying house deck can even hear the clear conversations of people below.

"Brother Jia, do you think the boss is overthinking things? Everyone knows that all the rich people in the villa area have run away. Why do we still have to stay and guard them? I've never fired a gun like this before in my life."

Tian Qi took out a pack of cigarettes from his chest, Hongtashan brand, took one out, and respectfully handed it to Brother Hu.

Holding a lighter, seeing Tiger put a cigarette in his mouth and nod slightly, Tian Qi bowed forward and tactfully extended his hand to shield himself from the wind.

With a click, the cigarette was lit. Jia Zheng took a long drag, exhaled a smoke ring with satisfaction, casually patted Tian Qi on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Xiao Qi, I'm not trying to be mean, but do you really think that just anyone can stay here?"

"Be more open-minded. The environment is different now. The power dynamic has been completely reshuffled. With guns in hand, the more valued you are by Boss Wang, the more limitless your future prospects will be."

Tian Qi, who dropped out of junior high school, looked at Jia Zheng with a half-understanding expression. Jia Zheng saw his eager look and saw him leaning over to look at the direction where the gunshots were coming from, and snorted softly.

After taking two puffs of his cigarette, Jia Zheng cleared his throat and called out to the two men standing in front of the car, "Hey, Panzi, come down here for a second. I have something to tell you."