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

"Hoo! Inhale, inhale..."

Her face turned a deep liver color from lack of oxygen, but Yang Kexin still tried her best to cheer herself up. She held her breath, tried to tighten her chest, and struggled to move.

With Xu Shuai's focused cooperation, Yang Kexin managed to squeeze through the two-palm-wide gap in the car window using her own tenacious willpower.

She slumped into her seat, quickly turned around, and took a deep breath.

Just then, a series of pitiful screams rang out in everyone's ears, forming a stark contrast with the laughter mixed in.

"No, no..."

"Don't come any closer! Get out of my way! I've already called the police..."

Zhu Zhu huddled in the corner, her eyes red from crying, her voice choked with sobs, and she was in a state where she couldn't catch her breath and could faint at any moment.

She swung her hand wildly forward, hoping to slap away the lewd hands that reached out from all directions to grope her.

Holding the phone tightly in one hand, the familiar three-digit number kept ringing with a busy signal.

How desperate! How could the world have changed overnight?

"Little sister, keep calling out! Why have you stopped?"

"Have you been shouting for too long? Is your throat tired and you can't shout anymore? Oh dear, it breaks my heart. I told you before to take care of your voice..."

"If you don't call out, the older brothers will start calling out!!!"

After finishing a cigarette and watching a good show, Wang Qing smacked his lips, got up from his seat, and flicked the cigarette butt away with two fingers.

It's time for the brothers to vent their anger and maintain a good mental state before making their escape.

Time waits for no one. According to Wang Shao, at midnight, when the red moon descends, those zombies that have already died will be resurrected.

The resurrected zombies will receive a mysterious boost in combat power, making them even more troublesome than ordinary zombies.

These zombies, which had died once and then resurrected, were referred to by Wang Shao as one-star zombies.

Two-star and three-star zombies can still be dealt with using firearms, but four-star zombies, although difficult to form, have methods that are beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.

The zombie I encountered today was a one-star zombie, and a rather troublesome mutant at that. No wonder it looked like it was not to be trifled with.

In other words, taking a cold approach from the beginning and ignoring the ordinary zombies is actually another wise move.

Wang Qing rubbed his face, realizing that the authorities had made it clear from the beginning that they were overthinking things.

Being treated so bluntly all of a sudden is really a bit unusual.

"Okay, okay, stop scaring the little girl."

Loosening his belt, Wang Qing put his hands behind his back and called to a halt to his younger brother's increasingly playful mood.

As Wang Qing strolled over, he addressed the terrified Zhu Zhu, explaining, "Little sister, we're not bad people. We saved a life, so we don't expect much in return. We'll just collect a little interest and leave."

"Since your teacher didn't teach you how to be grateful, then uncles, please take on the role of teachers for once."

Reward? They shot a mother, committed an unforgivable crime, and yet they still have the nerve to ask for a reward? Do these people really think they're doing a good deed?

Zhu Zhu wanted to yell at this group of people, but the words caught in her throat. She could only nod weakly and tentatively ask:

"What kind of return do you want? My family is rich, very rich."

"Money?" Wang Qing scoffed. With the apocalypse upon us, what use is money? He waved his hand and shouted to his eager underlings, "Come on, tell her, do we need any money?"

"No!"

"Then, what kind of reward do you want? As long as I have it, I will give it to you..." Zhu Zhu hugged her arms tightly, trying to make a last-ditch effort.

"Of course, it's the reward you can give us!" Wang Qing chuckled, patting his smooth forehead, and said with a grin, "Someone, do you have any blindfolds? Bring one over."

"I have it, I have it..." A henchman was extremely nimble and quickly pulled out a red strip of cloth about two fingers thick, which he respectfully handed to Wang Qing.

Weighing the red blindfold in his hand, Wang Qing patted the shoulder of the underling who had handed him the blindfold with a smug grin, and said excitedly:

"Good, you have a good eye. You can line up behind me. The rest of you can go outside and line up on your own."

"Yes, boss!"

"clear!!!"

What's the purpose of this red cloth strip?

Looking at Wang Qing's lewd-smiling underlings behind him, and then at the other people in the crowd who were starting to retreat, Zhu Zhu felt a strange feeling in her heart, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

She looked bewildered and asked, "W-what do you want to do?"

"Of course, it's about doing things that make everyone happy..." Wang Qing licked his lips. After his subordinates left, he no longer concealed his desires.

He rushed forward, grabbed Zhu Zhu's wrist, and made a move to tie the blindfold over her eyes.

Just then, a cry of alarm came from outside the courtyard: "Brother, something terrible has happened! Someone's stealing a gun..."

Before Wang Qing could hear clearly, a burst of gunfire erupted on the road outside the courtyard, accompanied by cries of agony.

......

On the other side, Xu Shuai and his three companions, who had been happily passing the items around and stealing them, suddenly fell silent amidst the commotion.

Looking up, they saw a group of people standing in a row in the distance, dozens of pairs of eyes, all with the same expression, staring blankly at them.

After a brief eye contact, both sides fell silent.

Yang Kexin, who was hiding in the driver's cab of the truck with her back to everyone, was completely unaware of what was happening and was trying her best to pass the gun outwards.

Only a few dozen guns have been handed out; there's still a whole bunch left in the back seat.

Her arms were almost sore from holding them up, but none of the three people responsible for receiving her reacted.

What happened? The entire system crashed. Yang Kexin nudged Xu Shuai, who was stunned, with the muzzle of her gun.

Xu Shuai, who was the first to react, took the gun handed to him by Yang Kexin and threw it onto the deck.

He quickly took the long gun hanging around his neck, released the safety, and began firing in bursts while shouting, "Ye Zi, break the window! You go and get Yang Kexin! The rest of you, either provide cover or load more bullets..."

Following the firing techniques learned from FPS games, Xu Shuai knelt on one knee, half-squatting on the deck, facing the villa entrance, his index finger on the trigger, and began firing in bursts of water spray.

The butt of the rifle hurt his chest. He emptied a magazine of bullets, and Xu Shuai didn't know how many shots he had hit. Anyway, a chorus of groans rose from the crowd opposite him.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack..."

"Damn it, stop standing there like idiots, raise your guns and fight back! Holy crap, why isn't this gun firing..."

"I'll go report to the boss, you guys hold out for now..."

The series of gunshots triggered by Xu Shuai broke the deadlock.

Some people fled in all directions like headless flies after being shot at;

Some people, upon hearing gunshots, instinctively covered their heads and crouched down;

Some people stood there dumbfounded, their eyes filled with shock, until the bullet pierced through their eye sockets and exited through the back of their heads, splashing a large puddle of hot, wet liquid onto the courtyard wall, and their bodies collapsed limply. Only then did their gaze shift away from the flying house.