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

"Back off!!!" Ye Ziming, holding a long spear, raised it under the cover of Xu Shuai's gunfire and slammed the butt of the spear against the car window.

A white spot appeared on the car window, followed by cracks that spread in all directions, forming a spider web. With another impact, the laminated glass shattered.

A large number of glass shards flew into the car, but thanks to Ye Ziming's prior warning, Yang Kexin, who was hiding in the back seat, was able to escape the disaster perfectly.

Ye Ziming reached out and pulled Yang Kexin onto the flying house deck. With the situation exposed, he no longer needed to hide anything and shouted directly:

"Kexin, go help load the bullets. Lao Xu, what should we do with those guns in the car that we couldn't move in time? We can't just leave them there for nothing..."

After emptying three magazines and firing ninety rounds, Xu Shuai heard Ye Ziming's call and changed to the fourth and last spare magazine.

He first fired a barrage of shots at the counter-attacking crowd in the distance to suppress them with firepower, then after a moment's thought, he controlled the flying house to descend another half meter.

The retaliatory bullets clanged and clattered, with most of them landing on the truck.

Both sides were evenly matched in marksmanship, meaning that when they first met, Xu Shuai successfully wounded and killed several people.

【warn!warn!warn! 】

[The Breath of Earth has been impacted by an unknown external force, causing damage to its deck. Please handle and repair it as soon as possible!]

Xu Shuai turned off the annoying notifications that kept ringing incessantly; now was not the time for him to leave whenever he wanted.

What's going on? They were stealing something perfectly fine, and then suddenly a whole group of people came out of nowhere.

They only stole a few dozen guns. Since they didn't have the chance to take them all, they couldn't leave them for Wang Qing to continue possessing.

Thinking this, Xu Shuai raised his gun to retaliate, while simultaneously maneuvering the two metal collectors that the flying house had lowered down, directly slamming them against the metal sheet of the truck.

He wanted to dismantle the truck completely, including the guns he couldn't take and the ammunition boxes that couldn't fit, leaving nothing behind.

He emptied a magazine in three seconds, firing until the barrel was practically glowing red.

Despite the deafening gunshots echoing in his ears, Ye Ziming's face showed no fear; his eyes were wide open, filled with an overwhelming madness.

He quickly emptied four spare magazines until the gun failed to fire when he pulled the trigger. Frustrated, he slapped the handguard, mistakenly thinking the barrel was jammed. He finally managed to pull the bolt back and pull the trigger again.

Click! The sound of the cavity firing rang out.

Damn it, we're out of bullets again! Ye Ziming, realizing what was happening, grimaced and muttered to himself, "They shoot so fast, they're not durable at all."

Then, he turned to Su Mo and Yin Rui, who were lying prone on the deck, their bodies trembling at the sound of bullets exploding beside them, and as they suppressed their fear and cautiously pressed the trigger, he shouted:

"Faster, faster, faster! Magazine, magazine! Can you two load bullets any faster? I can't keep up at all..."

With your fighting style, who can keep up with you? Ye Ziming, having gotten his gun, completely entered a different mode... Xu Shuai, after preparing both hands, also set up his gun for cover.

His firing method is relatively normal, so Yang Kexin, who has rejoined the team, can meet his needs by controlling the bullets alone.

"Ye Zi, don't play too aggressively. Focus on suppressing the enemy with firepower from the front. I'll go deal with a few disobedient little tails."

"OK, OK, you go ahead, leave the rest to me." Ye Ziming, who was in high spirits, said dismissively.

Out of the corner of his eye, he took the magazine Su Mo handed him. Without caring whether the magazine he was currently using still had bullets, he stepped back, threw the magazine to the two women, pulled the bolt again, and then unleashed another burst of frantic fire.

Under his fierce fighting style, the dozens of people he faced were forced to retreat and cower inside the courtyard, not daring to come out easily.

The dense gunfire dispersed the evil energy that had gathered in Wang Qing's abdomen.

His hard-won fighting spirit was forcibly interrupted by this external force.

Fortunately, it wasn't interrupted during a real, intense battle.

Otherwise, a bad feeling flashed through Wang Qing's mind.

As far as he knows, many seemingly glamorous and powerful "big brothers" have lost their prowess when they are abruptly interrupted by external factors in such unprepared situations.

Wang Qing, who was furious, heard his subordinate report and his expression became flustered. He could barely stand and mumbled incoherently, making it impossible to understand what the subordinate was trying to say.

He slapped the latter cleanly and decisively across the face with both his backhand and forehand.

The younger brother, whose cheeks bore five clear finger marks, quickly regained his senses and swallowed hard. "Big brother, something terrible has happened..."

After quickly explaining what had happened outside the courtyard, Wang Qing, enraged, raised his hand and slapped the other person hard across the face.

Stunned by the gunshots, huh? A flying house? And a group of mysterious people stealing guns under the cover of night? Why not mention a sentient zombie lurking in the shadows, waiting for its chance?

Wang Qing grabbed his underling by the collar and said sternly, "Don't exaggerate, just tell me the truth."

I'm telling the truth. There really is a flying house outside. Zheng Shu, feeling wronged and suppressing his fear, changed his story and restated the situation outside.

*Slap!* Another crisp, loud slap.

Wang Qing's hands trembled with anger. He said irritably, "Are you stupid or am I stupid? Just because you put it another way, you think I won't understand? It's still the same meaning!"

"B-Big Brother, something terrible has happened! There's a group of supernatural beings outside, blocking our way..."

Panting heavily, Jia Zheng approached Wang Qing and recounted everything he had seen.

It was terrifying. He watched Tian Qi get shot in the head at such close range. The visually shocking scene was enough to make anyone lose control of their bladder.

Jia Zheng even felt that Tian Qi's brain fluid had splashed into his mouth; otherwise, why would there be a bloody taste in his mouth?

Flying houses? Wang Qing's eyes showed deep suspicion.

If only one person claims to have seen it, it might be a mistake, but when a group of people all claim to have seen a strange phenomenon, it becomes quite intriguing.

"Did you really see that clearly?"

"Brother, I saw it clearly, it was a flying house, it suddenly appeared right in front of me like a ghost, without making a sound the whole time, by the way..."

Jia Zheng swallowed hard, gathered his thoughts again, and solemnly added:

"I also saw two very young faces, both in their early twenties. When they saw that the situation had been exposed, they didn't say a word and just started shooting. Their fighting style was extremely fierce."

In the driver's cab of the truck, there was a girl whose figure alone was enough to make one drool, but right now, Jia Zheng knew what he should and shouldn't say, so he simply kept the information to himself.

Hearing the gunshots outside, the henchmen, snapping out of their daze, also fired back wildly in a form of religious volleyball. Wang Qing lit a cigarette and snatched his phone back from the bewildered Zhu Zhu.