Most of the zombie horde was tripped by the half-height barrier, with the remaining zombies stepping on their companions’ bodies to climb in, howling as they pursued into the site, clumsily climbing the scaffolding.
However, with stiff knee joints and no cooperative awareness, zombies often fell after climbing two steps, creating a lively scene.
Sinan climbed to the scaffolding more than ten meters high, flipping into the building’s interior, finally stopping on a concrete slab and gasping spasmodically.
Seven or eight bloody gashes on his left arm had already congealed and dried, the scars crisscrossing and looking ferocious. Sinan trembled as he rolled up his sleeve, immediately feeling a needle-like sharp pain when slightly exerting force.
Excessive blood loss made him slightly dizzy, his originally pale complexion now frighteningly white.
He didn’t need to cut himself so severely, and damaging tendons or the wrist artery would be troublesome.
But cutting his abdomen, thigh, or other areas would affect running speed, and being caught by zombies would be a terrible fate.
Sinan knelt half-crouched on the suspended concrete slab, thinking wildly for a moment, ultimately concluding that next time he’d have to cut his face.
He laughed self-mockingly, suddenly hearing something and looking up towards the street.
The engine sound grew closer, a motorcycle shooting out from the street corner, making a piercing drift sound as it turned, accelerating towards the construction site—with two riders front and back, Sinan recognized Zhou Rong from that distance.
Zhou Rong and Yan Hao!
Sinan stood up, waving forcefully, and the motorcycle leaped over the barrier, the machine gun firing in mid-air!
The zombie group staggered, finding a new target and roaring as they turned. Zhou Rong stopped the car with such force that the vehicle skidded sideways, instantly sending several zombies flying; Yan Hao cooperated seamlessly, the machine gun firing frantically, bullets pouring out like a rainstorm, immediately shooting the first wave of charging zombies into dismembered, twitching heaps.
Zhou Rong got off the bike, pulling out an assault rifle, firing while walking towards the zombie horde, his roar intermittent amid the gunfire: “Sinan you…
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The smile in Sinan’s eyes gradually disappeared, beginning to realize one thing—they knew.
