To the left was an experimental site, with no specifics mentioned; to the right was a confidential biochemical data room, classified as red S-level.
Zhou Rong momentarily couldn’t decide which direction to take when Chuncao’s ears suddenly twitched: “I hear something.”
In the darkness, Zhang Yingjie’s heavy breathing momentarily stopped.
Sounds gradually came from upstairs, like a group of people approaching, intermittently punctuated by the familiar suppressed gunfire of special forces.
The three looked up. Within seconds, the noise had rolled right above their heads, causing countless small dust particles to shake on the ceiling.
“…” Zhou Rong suddenly realized something, his expression changing dramatically: “Damn! Don’t—!
But his angry shout was futile.
Gunfire erupted overhead, almost like a ground-level missile explosion. The concrete ceiling collapsed with a thunderous sound. Zhou Rong, Chuncao, and Zhang Yingjie scattered in all directions, and three special forces soldiers descended with debris!
Yan Hao rolled to his feet, screaming hoarsely, “Don’t let them come down! Open fire! Open fire!! Captain?!”
Zhou Rong fired while shouting, “What are you doing here?!”
Guo Weixiang: “Supporting you!”
Zhou Rong: “Get lost!”
Ding Shi: “…Being chased by zombies!”
Yan Hao, carrying a heavy assault rifle, threw a half-human-high ammunition bag, shouting during a break in the firefight: “No other way! We had to break through the floor!”
Zhou Rong hugged the ammunition bag, grabbed a grenade in the chaos, and threw it onto the ceiling, roaring, “Everyone get down—!”
A thunderous explosion collapsed half the corridor overhead.
The six who had just reunited were pushed in different directions by the blast wave before they could even catch up, followed by a rain of steel bars and bricks that completely blocked the intersection.
After several dozen seconds, the shaking stopped, and dust spread in the darkness.
“Cough cough cough…
Zhou Rong pushed away the debris crushing him and rose awkwardly: “Is anyone alive?”
After a long while, a groan came from nearby, Chuncao’s daughter: “Alive…”
Zhou Rong raised his voice: “Yingjie! Yan Hao! Xiang! Ding! Are you alive?!”
“Ugh…” Guo Weixiang from the right front: “My arm is dislocated…”
Ding Shi: “…Hiss hiss hiss…”
Zhou Rong: “Fix the dislocated arm yourself!” He then casually shot down several half-dead zombies and turned on his flashlight.
