Chapter 252 – Zombies Have It Tough Too

“Bang! Bang!”

Two gunshots rang out, and the zombie immediately fell to the ground.

As for Liu Qiang’s body, the survivors merely glanced at it with furrowed brows.

“Totally useless, rushing to the front for no reason! Just causing trouble,” one survivor muttered.

“Don’t say that. He was just unlucky. We all need to be more careful. These zombies are like flies, everywhere!” another survivor said, shaking his head.

Only Yang Ying stared wide-eyed, covering her mouth as she looked at Liu Qiang’s fallen body. “How could this happen… why did it happen so suddenly…”

She glanced towards Ling Mo, her mind a blur.

Liu Qiang was indeed killed by a zombie, and he was taken down so easily…

But why did she suddenly feel a deep chill when she looked at Ling Mo?

“That woman is watching you,” Li Yalin tugged at Ling Mo’s sleeve and said.

“Ignore her. With no evidence, and without her backer, what can she do?” Ling Mo replied.

Li Yalin shook her head. “Huh? But I was wondering, in this situation, should I be jealous? Should I go over and beat her up?”

“Ugh!”

Ling Mo rubbed his forehead in frustration and asked, “Senior Sister, take your time integrating your memories. Don’t worry about something as complicated as jealousy.”

“Why? It’s fun,” Li Yalin retorted.

Xia Na snorted and interjected, “Of course, we should do fun things. We have it tough too, you know? We have to be kissed by you, have our bodies studied, work hard every night to improve our combat skills, integrate our memories, and even argue with ourselves…”

“Uh…”

Where was the scene he imagined, where they open their arms and softly say, “I still want more”?

Instead, they were frowning and saying, “We have it tough”…

“It’s like they’re calling me a pervert…” Ling Mo mumbled.

Ye Lian and the three girls immediately turned to look at Ling Mo.

“Hey, I’m really not a pervert! I’m doing this to help you evolve better, in every way…”

As he spoke, Ling Mo kept his eyes on the battle ahead.

The continuous emergence of zombies was putting some pressure on Tom and Sun Zeya’s team.

But for now, they seemed to be holding their ground.

“Still too few people, not enough firepower,” Ling Mo thought.

After more than twenty minutes, the battle was finally nearing its end.

With Sun Zeya circling behind a zombie and stabbing it in the neck, the last zombie was finally declared dead.

Two team members spontaneously found a curtain to wrap Liu Qiang’s body, while others either wiped their bayonets or changed magazines.

Liu Qiang’s death didn’t cause any ripples; no one even gave Yang Ying a second glance.

The end of the battle was only temporary; everyone was busy.

When Ling Mo walked over, the team members stopped what they were doing and looked up at him.

Their gazes had become much friendlier. The scene of Ling Mo saving people had altered their attitude from simple curiosity to something more positive.

“Two more streets and we’ll reach the warehouse. But there are likely to be many zombies around,” Tom said, patting Ling Mo’s arm.

Ling Mo glanced at Sun Zeya. “We found a phone. Once it’s charged, we can play music in a suitable location to draw the zombies away, giving us a chance to slip inside.”

“Sounds good. But the volume of the music is limited. The soundproofing in large buildings is usually pretty good, so the zombies inside won’t be drawn out. If we make a louder noise, we might attract zombies from other places, which would be more trouble,” Tom said, frowning in thought.

“Drawing away the nearby zombies will be enough,” Ling Mo said casually.

With Ling Mo’s abilities, once inside the building, he could control the zombies to search, and Ye Lian and the three girls could move around freely as if they were just wandering.

“Alright, we’ll deal with as many zombies around the perimeter as we can, to avoid you getting surrounded. If you need more help, just say the word,” Tom said, giving Ling Mo a significant look.

Tom was clearly a skeptic. Despite having just seen Ling Mo in action, he still doubted whether Ling Mo could complete the exploration task alone.

“No need, just help me keep watch outside,” Ling Mo said casually.

Tom scratched his hindbrain, looking at Ling Mo with some surprise.

Does this guy really have that much skill, or does he just not understand how difficult this task is…

After a few minutes of organizing, the team bypassed the street and entered another area.

Using the same method to deal with a concentrated group of zombies, the group finally saw several buildings in the distance.

Sun Zeya pointed to one of them and said to Ling Mo, “That’s the one. The pharmaceutical sales company’s transit warehouse is on one of the floors. If we’re lucky, it might be on the first floor. If not, it could be on the top floor.”

She then gave Ling Mo a slight smile. “Good luck.”

Ling Mo looked up at the building, feeling confident inside. “Let’s begin.”

Sun Zeya nodded and took out the fully charged phone.

“There are only a few songs… but this one should be loud.”

Sun Zeya selected a track, set it to repeat, turned the volume to the maximum, and personally entered a building.

Everyone watched the building curiously, wondering what Sun Zeya was planning.

Soon, Sun Zeya appeared at a second-floor window.

She jumped onto the windowsill and then leaned out in a dangerously precarious manner, gripping the top of the window with one hand and placing the phone on the corner of a third-floor air conditioning unit.

This way, even zombies wouldn’t be able to easily grab the phone, and they couldn’t jump high enough from the ground. As long as the battery lasted, the music would keep playing.

To avoid attracting too many zombies, Sun Zeya set the phone upright; at the right time, they could simply shoot the phone to destroy it.

Once done, Sun Zeya signaled back.

Two soldiers immediately came over with gasoline cans and began to pour gasoline around the building.

Looks like setting things on fire really is their specialty…

To Ling Mo’s surprise, they had even set up a row of improvised Molotov cocktails on the windowsill of the second floor.

“Isn’t that easy to knock over? Hitting them at the right moment won’t be easy,” Ling Mo said curiously.

The soldier named Wang Heng, who was cleaning his rifle, looked up and smiled, “I’ll be the one to shoot them, and the phone too.”

“Wang Heng’s nickname is Sharpshooter. He may not hit every shot, but his accuracy is astonishingly high,” Tom explained.

“Impressive indeed,” Ling Mo said sincerely.

The nearest building was about a hundred meters away, and it was clear that Tom’s group intended to use it as cover. Two team members were already leading survivors towards it.

A hundred-meter distance, shooting at small beer bottles, and a phone that’s completely invisible to the naked eye, all while zombies are swarming…

Ling Mo couldn’t do it because his shooting skills were terrible.

“Shooting truly requires talent,” Ling Mo sighed helplessly.

“You should find a place to hide, preferably closer to the building. Once the zombies are all drawn over, you can slip inside,” Tom said, turning to Ling Mo.

Ling Mo nodded and glanced at Sun Zeya. “She’s responsible for playing the music, right?”

“Yes,” Tom confirmed heavily.

Everyone knew this was the most dangerous task. Once the play button was pressed, hundreds of zombies would appear within seconds.

However, Sun Zeya looked remarkably relaxed, which gave Ling Mo confidence in her.

She even grabbed the window with one hand and turned around to whistle at him.

Still teasing at a time like this鈥”how could such a tough woman die?

“I’ll tease you back someday!”

Ling Mo glared at her, which only made Sun Zeya laugh silently and even make a grimace.

“Hope everything goes well for you.”

Ling Mo hefted his backpack and waved to Ye Lian and the three girls, planning to find a place to hide.

“Wait,” Tom suddenly reached out and grabbed Ling Mo, speaking sincerely, “Remember, your life is more important. The mission can wait.”

“Thanks, Big Guy.”

Ling Mo punched Tom lightly in the chest and said.