"Take them out." Lin Jiao watched the charging zombies, raised a standard rifle, and fired at one of them.
Seeing this, the others immediately raised their weapons and began firing frantically at the charging zombies.
With more than fifty people firing at once, the gunshots sounded like firecrackers—chaotic and loud. Chunks of rotten flesh flew off the bodies of the charging zombies.
Those with good aim could score headshots, turning the zombies into true corpses.
The sudden eruption of battle startled the people inside the building.
The scarred man clutched the wound on his back, instinctively getting to his feet. He said to one of his subordinates, "Quick, check if rescue has arrived."
He had brought his men here today to investigate why the surrounding zombies were inexplicably gathering in this area, only to be ambushed by them.
He knew the nearby zombies weren't like the usual kind, but he never imagined they were smart enough to lay an ambush.
