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

Pan Zi looked back every few steps, reluctantly withdrawing his gaze. Jia Zheng waved his hand, signaling Tian Qi to go and fill in the gap at the front of the car.

Seeing that the latter did not understand his intentions, Jia Zheng's face turned black with anger, and he kicked Tian Qi in the buttocks in a bad mood.

Looking aggrieved, Tian Qi rubbed his bottom and stared blankly at Jia Zheng, wondering what he had done wrong.

Seeing that this person was so unreasonable, Jia Zheng had no choice but to point in front of the car.

Realizing what was happening too late, Tian Qi immediately smiled and bowed, took a few steps, and then suddenly turned around, startling Xu Shuai. Fortunately, he didn't take the opportunity to move the flying house.

Tian Qi took out another Hongtashan cigarette, picked one up, and handed it to Jia Zheng.

This time, however, Jia Zheng did not accept the cigarettes offered to him in a fawning manner. Instead, he took the whole pack of cigarettes with a serious expression.

Tian Qi smacked his lips, about to say something, when he heard a murmur behind him. The words he was about to say were swallowed back down.

When the gazes of the four remaining men fell once again on the source of the gunfire, Xu Shuai finally breathed a sigh of relief and seized the opportunity to slowly move forward.

That was close; I almost got tricked by my younger brother who was trying to be sensible.

When the gunfire stopped, Xu Shuai moved the flying house to a position parallel to the truck, close to the right side, near the passenger seat of the truck.

At a height of six meters, he needed to time his descent carefully to be able to see at a glance how many guns were still stored inside the vehicle.

However, with the gunfire ceasing ahead, it is not a time to take the risk.

Taking advantage of the reloading opportunity, Wang Qing gathered his strength and shouted "Stop!" As everyone's eyes turned to him, he spoke in a deep, magnetic voice:

"Alright, everyone hold your temper. You have three minutes to run back and replenish your ammunition. Then, follow me and break down the door."

The crowd responded in unison, and the morale of the group, having been baptized by the gunfire, was significantly boosted.

As Wang Qing watched the departing figures, his gaze unconsciously lingered on the truck.

He narrowed his eyes, feeling that the scene was somewhat unreal and the atmosphere was strange, as if he were being watched.

It must be due to lack of sleep, Wang Qing thought.

After escaping the villa area last night, my younger brother received a call to pick me up, and then we happened to run into a zombie outbreak in the city. I barely slept all night, so I only managed to doze off for a while in the car on the way here.

Wang Qing turned around, stepped forward, stood in front of the iron gate, and observed carefully.

After several minutes of intense firepower, these bizarre zombies were torn to pieces, with not a single fragment exceeding ten centimeters in length.

Even the hardest skull was riddled with holes after being bombarded by bullets for a full minute.

Even so, Wang Qing saw a zombie head with only half a face remaining, its red pupils occasionally turning.

Unconvinced, Wang Qing raised his gun and fired several more shots at the fragment, pressing the button repeatedly, but missed every time.

Wang Qing put away his gun, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he heard sparse footsteps behind him and straightened his chest as if to appear nonchalant.

"Have you replenished all your ammunition?"

Everyone remained silent, but nodded in unison.

"That's good," Wang Qing put away his gun, his face serious. He pointed to an area and said, "There should be a key in that area. Spread out and search around."

"Brother, we have guns, why don't we just shoot the lock cylinder?" someone said cleverly before turning around.

"Damn, that's a great idea!" Wang Qing exclaimed inwardly, but still retorted with a dark face and an annoyed tone:

"Just go when I tell you to. That's an order, you understand? There are no excuses, you think you're the smartest one."

Having just received the gun, and still not quite ready to adjust, this is a consequence of failing to obey the law.

Once everyone found the key, a young man happily held it up and ran over to unlock it.

The moment the chains were pulled out, two figures stepped out of the group in perfect unison.

Taking advantage of the crowd's lack of reaction, the two men stepped forward, pushed open the blood-stained iron gate, and respectfully said, "Boss, please!"

Wang Qing hummed in agreement, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. He straightened his clothes and waited for the photographer to find the right angle before stepping forward.

The view shifted, revealing an empty villa that could be seen at a glance.

"After you finish editing the video, remember to be flexible and learn to focus on the key points. You can ask Jia Zheng when you have time; he went to high school and will know more than you do."

"Then have him edit the file name and send it to me," Wang Qing said earnestly, patting the photographer's shoulder.

He seemed to think highly of you and hoped you would seize the opportunity.

"Send a few people to sweep those shards by the door into the pool next to it."

After saying that, Wang Qing was about to step forward to check the cardboard boxes piled up in the yard when he suddenly remembered something, quickly turned back, and hurriedly called out, "Wait!"

He then took out his phone and snapped several photos of the pile of minced meat from various angles, before waving his hand to indicate that he could start cleaning up.

Wang Qing opened the cardboard box and glanced at the contents.

It was all medicine, all packaged in boxes, but surprisingly, there were far fewer cardboard boxes.

Just last night, when I left, there were three huge piles of medicine boxes. The car couldn't get in or out, and there were such strange zombies in the yard.

Could it be that these medical boxes grew legs and flew away on their own?

Wang Qing felt something was very strange; the place was eerie, but with a gun in hand, he didn't care what kind of monsters or demons they were.

While waiting for the video to be edited, Wang Qing reported the situation to Wang Tianyi via voice.

He had intended to write a report in response, but the idea was beautiful, but reality was harsh.

This group of subordinates has a low level of education. During their school years, they only knew how to fight and chase girls. Some of them don't even know as many characters as he does.

Seeing that Wang Tianyi had not replied for a long time, he was not in a hurry and told everyone to rest where they were.

During this time, Wang Qing, having nothing to do, explored Yang Kexin's villa.

As he walked and stopped, he actually discovered a clue: it seemed that a fierce battle had taken place here.

Could this be the work of those two brats?

Wang Qing suddenly thought of Xu Shuai and Ye Ziming, but quickly shook off the unrealistic fantasy in his mind.

How could this be? He had personally witnessed how troublesome zombies were before he obtained a gun.

Zombies are not scary. Once you get used to their terrifying appearance, you can fight them if you have the courage.

These ugly things are much easier to beat than people. They're stupid, but they're incredibly resilient. They're not afraid of pain, and they don't know how to back down. Once they've set their sights on a target, they'll fight to the death.

However, none of the hundreds of battle-hardened underlings dared to claim that they could take on five or ten zombies at once, or fight against a number of zombies several times their size.

Having barely survived the initial outbreak of the zombie outbreak, they suffered heavy losses on their way to open the armory.

Fortunately, a steady stream of survivors joined, allowing them to safely open the armory and remove a large amount of supplies.

After searching for and taking their weapons, they stormed out of the city. Of the gang of several hundred men, only a few dozen remained who were still able to move.

Looking at the mysterious item handed to him by his younger brother, Wang Qing's eyes narrowed, and a bad feeling crept into his mind.

This is an arrow with a metal tip.