69: Chapter 69 The gunshots weren't a deterrent, they were a wake-up call for the horde of zombies!

In the medical room, the instruments were beeping again.

Lu Yan didn't look at the screen; instead, he first pressed down on Lu Xixi's shoulder.

That hand, which had held a gun for years, pressed down very gently at this moment.

Lu Xixi shook her head.

"Dad."

"I want to help Uncle Lin."

Lu Yan's throat bobbed.

He had always treated his daughter as a patient who needed to be protected in his arms.

But now, that little girl who had been lying in the monitoring pod waiting for death had started to grow up.

Lin Yuan didn't engage in sentimentality.

"Lu Yan, take some men to the hidden port at Villa No. 13."

"Lock your sights on the junction of the plaza and the mountain road."

"Have Fat Dragon's people stand by."

Lin Yuan looked at Su Muxue again.

"You stay here."

"If her heart rate exceeds 160, make her stop."

Su Muxue nodded.

Lin Yuan turned and entered the secret passage, simultaneously pressing his walkie-talkie.

"Su Xiaonuan."

"Mr. Lin."

"Turn off the main entrance lighting."

Outside Tiangong No. 1, several floodlights went out one by one.

Tang Qiqi stood in the lobby, hugging a bag of potato chips.

"Why turn off the lights? Isn't turning off the lights in a horror movie a guaranteed death sentence?"

Qin Yumo stared at the monitor.

"Turning on floodlights at night is just hanging yourself up as a target."

Tang Qiqi silently put down the potato chips.

"Got it, like a restaurant sign."

Lin Yuan continued to issue orders.

"Open the backup drainage valves on both sides of the mountain road."

"Have Wang Ya accelerate the water flow, aiming at those zombies down the mountain that are already unsteady on their feet."

Wang Ya's body stiffened.

The edges of her gray-white pupils contracted slightly.

Su Xiaonuan immediately pulled up the drainage system.

"Backup valves opened."

"Water release on the mountain road slope has begun."

"Water pressure is stable, flow rate is controllable."

When Lin Yuan walked into the lobby, Wang Ya had already changed into her swimsuit and was standing by the pool.

After these two days of training, she could clearly feel that the more water there was, the stronger she became.

The main plaza of Cloud Top Palace.

Zhang Qidong's corpse was still hanging from the streetlamp.

A-Bao had just sent a video of himself killing zombies into the owners' group chat.

No one in the group dared to speak.

Several villa bodyguards had already stood behind him.

The old boss?

Whoever has a gun in their hand now is the boss.

A-Bao pointed his gun at the crowd.

"Men stand on the left."

"Women and the elderly stand on the right."

"All food, medicine, and knives, hand them all over."

Mrs. Liu was holding that bag of sprouted potatoes, trembling violently.

"Brother Bao, my family really doesn't have much..."

A-Bao raised his gun to point at her.

"I didn't ask how much you have."

"I said hand it over."

No one in the crowd dared to move.

A-Bao was very satisfied.

The gun butt pressed against his palm.

Those few zombies just now were nothing special.

Slow. Stupid. Die with a headshot.

He was preparing to take his men to Tiangong No. 1.

A low roar suddenly came from down the mountain.

At the corner of the mountain road, a group of figures was stumbling and crawling upward.

Walking at the very front was the property security guard, Old Zhou.

Half of his face was gone.

His clothes were covered in black blood.

But he was still walking.

One step. Another step.

His leather shoes dragged on the ground, making a sticky, friction sound.

An owner wet his pants on the spot.

"Old Zhou... didn't Old Zhou smoke with me yesterday afternoon..."

A-Bao's face darkened.

He fired a shot into the air.

Bang!

The gunshot exploded across the mountain road, startling the crowd into a shudder.

"What are you afraid of!"

"This thing dies with a headshot!"

But the next second.

The zombie horde seemed to have been rung for dinner.

Their previously stumbling movements suddenly quickened by a notch.

A dozen pairs of gray-white eyes lifted toward the plaza simultaneously.

Tiangong No. 1 lobby.

Lin Yuan watched the screen and chuckled.

"Idiot."

"Gunshots are just ringing the dinner bell for the zombie horde."

Su Xiaonuan immediately recorded it.

[Ordinary gunshots will stimulate the zombie horde to gather.]

[Survivors in the outer circle lack common knowledge of the apocalypse; they can be utilized, but not left to their own devices.]

Tang Qiqi whispered, "Isn't that just knocking on the door when the takeout arrives?"

Qin Yumo glared at her.

Tang Qiqi immediately hugged the bag of potato chips tight.

"I'm muting myself."

The roof of the third floor of Tiangong No. 1.

A large drone took off.

The sound of the propellers drowned out the chaos in the plaza.

The drone hovered above everyone's heads.

The loudspeaker turned on.

Lin Yuan's voice came through.

"Man in the white suit, move three meters away from the crowd."

"The fat woman next to him too."

The plaza went silent.

Everyone looked at the man in the white suit in the crowd.

They also looked at Mrs. Liu.

The man in the white suit clutched his arm, his face turning blue.

"Who the hell are you talking about?"

"I was just scratched by glass!"

Mrs. Liu also cried out.

"I wasn't bitten!"

"I fell and got scraped!"

A-Bao sneered.

"Lin Yuan, stop playing god."

"If you want to scare people, come up with a new trick."

From the drone, Lin Yuan offered no explanation.

Three seconds later.

The man in the white suit's body convulsed.

His neck tilted to one side.

Black blood sprayed from his mouth.

He lunged violently at the fat owner next to him.

"Ah!"

A scream exploded.

The crowd instantly dissolved into chaos.

A-Bao reacted quickly.

He pointed his shotgun at him.

Boom!

The man in the white suit fell.

At the same time, Mrs. Liu's eyes turned gray, and she opened her mouth to bite the woman next to her.

One owner, having listened to Lin Yuan's words, had been prepared and swung a baseball bat down.

Bang!

Mrs. Liu lay on the ground, her hands and feet still twitching.

The plaza was deathly silent.

The people who had just cursed Lin Yuan all shut their mouths.

A-Bao didn't speak either.

For the first time, he realized that the person inside Tiangong No. 1 wasn't just trying to scare people.

He really knew in advance who would turn into a zombie.

The drone transmitted sound again.

"If you want to live, do as I say."

"Men, take kitchen knives, golf clubs, and fire axes, and go outside the plaza to block the zombies."

"Women, go to each house to search for food, medicine, bandages, and alcohol."

"The elderly and children go into the clubhouse lobby."

"Whoever doesn't listen to orders will go feed the zombies."

Someone immediately shouted, "Why do you get to command us?"

Bang!

A rifle bullet fired from the hidden port of Villa No. 13.

The stone tile by that person's feet exploded.

Gravel sprayed onto his pant leg.

He sat down on the ground on the spot.

From the drone, Lin Yuan's voice was calm.

"Because I can let you live."

"And I can also let you die right now."

A-Bao's face changed.

He could tell.

This was a rifle.

Not a handgun, and not a shotgun.

Tiangong No. 1 didn't just have supplies.

It also had firearms.

Did he not kill Zhang Qidong directly before because he didn't want to?

No.

The other party was just toying with him.

Lin Yuan continued to speak.

"Hitting the body of an ordinary zombie is useless."

"Even if you break its legs, it will crawl."

"Headshots, decapitation, destroy the cervical spine."

"The green-skinned elite zombies have tough skin; handguns aren't stable enough. Use shotguns, heavy crossbows, and suppress them with firepower from high ground."

A-Bao gripped his gun tightly, his palms full of sweat.

Lin Yuan's understanding of these monsters was too detailed.

So detailed that it didn't seem like he was seeing them for the first time.

The crowd had just lined up in a crooked formation.

The zombie horde had already rushed to the edge of the plaza.

The stench of rot rushed into the crowd a step ahead.

The first row of owners held fire axes and golf clubs, their legs shaking.

Someone just wanted to retreat.

The drone immediately called them out.

"Villa No. 7, Zhao Pengcheng."

"Take one step back, and you will be shot immediately."

Zhao Pengcheng almost cried out.

"I... I'll go! I'll go!"

He gritted his teeth and swung the axe.

The axe blade jammed into a zombie's neck.

Black blood sprayed all over his face.

He screamed in terror and added a kick.

The zombie fell.

His stomach churned, and he almost vomited.

When the others saw it was effective, they finally followed suit and started fighting.

"Decapitate them!"

"Smash their heads!"

"Don't let them get close!"

The drainage valves on both sides of the mountain road were fully opened.

The water flowed down the slope, and the previously dry stone steps quickly became slippery.

Wang Ya stood by the pool, slowly raising her hands.

The more water vapor there was, the more stable her control became.

Accelerate!

Several zombies stepped into the water flow, slipped, and rolled into a pile.

The owners in the plaza immediately lunged forward and smashed their heads with clubs.

Black blood splattered everywhere.

Million-dollar watches soaked in black blood.

Italian handmade leather shoes stepped into rotting flesh.

Bosses who usually talked about billions in financing were now swinging fire axes until their hands shook from nausea.

The dignity of the old world was just like that, washed into the sewer by a pool of black blood.

Lin Yuan was wearing a black bathrobe, sitting on a lounge chair with a can of cola in his hand.

He wrapped one arm around Wang Ya's waist.

Wang Ya's body stiffened, but the water flow remained steady.

Lin Yuan whispered, "Do you see?"

"You are not a monster."

"You are a weapon."

Wang Ya watched the zombie horde stumbling in the water on the screen, her breathing slowly steadying.

She used to be afraid of losing control.

Afraid of becoming something that ate people.

But now, those monsters were falling, rolling, and having their heads smashed in her water.

She was not someone dragged away by instinct.

She was the knife held in Lin Yuan's hand.

"Mr. Lin, I can control even more."

"Then continue."

Lin Yuan pinched her waist.

"If you perform well, I'll give you a reward tonight."

The tips of Wang Ya's ears turned red.

But her gaze was steadier.

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