Suddenly, from the top floor of the clinic building right in front, a zombie fell.
Bang!
It gave everyone a fright.
The tongues of flame formed by bullets were still erupting.
The towering Yang Tianlong, holding a machine gun, was shooting bullets. The recoil of the machine gun made his skin ripple like waves.
His massive biceps bulged, and under the sun, sweat dripped onto his bronze skin, accentuating his manly aura.
The gunfire from over thirty people formed a net that kept the zombies from getting anywhere near Li Yu and his group.
Five minutes later.
The gunfire stopped.
The ground was littered with zombie corpses.
Li Yu said to Old Lü, "Old Lü, take five people and clean up the hospital building. I see that the defenses of that building are relatively solid. We will probably rest there tonight."
Old Lü nodded and said, "Okay, Old Xie, let's go."
There were definitely still zombies in this hospital, but a significant number had already been eliminated just now.
