“You won’t even survive tonight. Being eaten alive by a pile of zombies might be the most merciful death.”
“Take him away! Full retreat!” As if to mask his instinctive reaction, Tang Hao suddenly stood up and walked out.
Just then, he saw the soldiers’ expressions change simultaneously. Before he could react, he felt a strong force at his ankle, and in the next second, he was pulled down—
“Damn!” Tang Hao nearly got a concussion and finally let out the curse he had been holding back.
But then, from the corner of his eye, he saw the young man pick up the gun and lean close to his ear, a raspy voice almost directly touching his ear:
“I like dying old.”
The young man pulled out the magazine from Tang Hao’s pants pocket, quickly stood up, pointing the gun back and forth at the soldiers in the encirclement, and simultaneously retreated towards the window.
Tang Hao seemed to suddenly realize something and roared back: “No—”
But it was already too late.
Under everyone’s gaze, the young man suddenly smashed the glass window and leaped out in a shower of glass shards.
—This was the third floor!
Tang Hao rushed to the window like an arrow, with soldiers swarming behind him. Time seemed to stretch and freeze. The young man’s slender body twisted and arched in mid-air, like a bow drawn to its limit, his black hair flying back.
Bang!
The young man landed in a crouch, rolling smoothly, as precise and perfect as a tactical textbook, rising to kneel with his gun raised!
Finally, an unmistakable look of confusion appeared in Tang Hao’s eyes. He heard his subordinate ask, “Colonel, should we chase?”
Tang Hao stretched out his hand to stop them—it was too late.
Following his gaze, they saw dozens of zombies in the parking lot below turn around, dropping the bloody remains in their hands, and shambling towards the young man.
The young man seemed surprised by this situation, momentarily stunned when facing the undead.
At the same moment, Tang Hao snatched a soldier’s gun and fired without looking, shooting a zombie in the forehead just a few steps from the young man.
Bang—
The zombie fell, its body covered in necrotic spots, dark purple sticky blood slowly flowing on the dirty ground.
