The number of zombies isn't much, only less than a hundred remain. It won't be long before those zombies are wiped out.
Old Qin saw the situation and said to Third Uncle: "Captain, shall we give them another round of bombing?"
Third Uncle nodded and said: "Not a bad idea, but judging by the situation, we might not need mortar bombing anymore. A few more bombing rounds should suffice."
"Fly at low altitude then, the threat isn't significant anymore."
Upon hearing this, the Jackals' faces lit up with excitement.
Finally, they could lower the helicopter.
Whiz!
The helicopter flew to an altitude of five hundred meters, and the machine gun at the plane's nose kept firing downward.
At the same time, Old Qin pulled the trigger for firing rockets, aiming at those scammers who had just dealt with the zombies.
"Watch out, the helicopter is coming again!" shouted one of the scammers.
But in the next second, machine gun bullets kept spraying out.
Bang bang bang!
