Su Huan was positioned outside the second-floor wall.
Peering along the iron railing into the hallway, there was an elderly zombie maintaining its habits from when it was alive, wandering about. As if it heard something, it moved closer to the railing, its red-black eyes glancing outside.
The acid rain masked Su Huan's scent, and the suction cups on his exoskeleton allowed him to walk silently.
The elderly zombie looked for a long time without noticing Su Huan on the load-bearing pillar's wall beside it.
Even though these ordinary zombies were very weak, having those eyes fixed on you was uncomfortable.
Su Huan flicked his finger, launching a high-temperature bullet, sending the elder away.
He continued to walk upwards, unhurried.
Qu Hang had already noticed him, but did not attack proactively.
Based on his understanding of his old superior, that shot not only seriously injured him but also severely affected his combat ability, making it difficult to deliver a fatal blow.
