Sinan flashed quickly, and Chuncao ran past, closely pressed against his side. The two embraced and spun. Zhou Rong effortlessly lifted the girl who barely reached his shoulder.
“No more bullets,” Chuncao said, her eyes filled with eager, hot tears. “Last night, I went out with Dading and Xiangzi to clear the hallway, and we used up all our bullets. The shot from the rooftop just now emptied our last rocket launcher. Fortunately, we have plenty of food. I had the property staff seal all the warehouse doors and windows, afraid zombies might break in again. We can’t exactly fight them hand-to-hand…”
Zhou Rong patted her head affectionately, saying: “Call me Dad.”
Chuncao immediately responded: “Dad.”
Zhou Rong removed two bullets from the gun barrel, opened his adopted daughter’s palm, and placed the two bullets in it. After a moment’s thought, he took one back.
“The last two in the entire team,” Zhou Rong smiled, “Keep them for self-destruction.”
Chuncao immediately disowned him, walking away with a cold face.
Initially, two to three thousand people had escaped to this shelter, but infected individuals were mixed among them. Once in the enclosed space, they turned into zombies, quickly infecting most of the survivors.
Fortunately, several of Zhou Rong’s team members contacted the local government and escorted the medical team here in time. After several rounds of cleansing, only about a thousand people remained, all of whom had undergone preliminary screening to confirm no potential infections.
Chuncao and her teammates then dragged and burned the killed zombies, clearing the zombies wandering inside the mall and in the safe hallways.
With food not yet exhausted but ammunition depleted, they could only anxiously await Zhou Rong’s rescue.
Zhou Rong stepped on a milk crate, almost hitting the ceiling light and quickly protected his head.
The ground was filled with a dense crowd looking bewildered, with occasional sobs from women and children quickly subsiding.
“Are you here to save us?” someone asked courageously.
“I’m the captain of the 6th Squadron, 118th Confidential Battalion, B Military Region,” Zhou Rong took out the slightly crumpled official document, solemnly displaying it to the crowd. The bright red official seal was particularly eye-catching under the warehouse lights.
As if gaining confidence from the red seal, the crowd became slightly excited.
