Chapter 1001 - 986: Trip to the Police Station (Part 4)

Chapter 1001: Chapter 986: Trip to the Police Station (Part 4)

Who in the team holds the biggest grudge against zombies? Wei Dazhuang!

Who in the team most wants to kill zombies? Wei Dazhuang!

Who in the team is the least afraid of death? Still Wei Dazhuang!

After getting confirmation from Old Xu, Wei Dazhuang was the first to leap out of the cover and charged forward with his dual blades.

With his hefty body and large strides, Wei Dazhuang was like a high-powered truck in full throttle. As soon as a zombie turned to check the situation, its head was severed by the wild swing of Wei Dazhuang’s blade.

With one strike done, Wei Dazhuang quickly followed up, his left-hand scything accurately cleaving the creature’s skull. With these two strikes, the remaining zombies finally realized an uninvited guest had arrived.

Thus, the Pacers welcomed him in their unique way, raising their arms high and charged at Wei Dazhuang filled with excitement.

However, their plan to fight one against many was abruptly thwarted by the sudden appearance of four people from behind Wei Dazhuang.

Faced with so many juicy offerings, the zombies showed unprecedented excitement—finally, they could satiate their hunger of recent days.

The zombies advanced; the squad members advanced as well. The only difference was that each of them wielded a sharp weapon.

Wang Qiang swung his blade at a creature in front with no expression, spatters of blood flying as the hand rose and fell.

At the same time, Old Xu grabbed the collar of a beast, brutally stabbing his sharp Tiger Fang Dagger into its skull.

Among the five, Hu Xiaodong was the most composed; he didn’t rush forward but stayed at the back of the group on alert.

Firstly, the creatures ahead didn’t need his extra action.

Secondly, in such a brawl, someone needed to cover outside in case of unexpected events.

Ten zombies, five humans; the battle ended in the blink of an eye.

Predictably, all zombies were slain on the ground, and the survivors won a great victory.

With a signal to split, Old Xu indicated for everyone to search each side.

Old Xu and Wei Dazhuang checked the right side rooms.

Wang Qiang, Hu Xiaodong, and Derek checked the left side.

The two teams moved forward point by point along the planned route, managing 2 or 3 zombies in several rooms.

By then, all creatures in the entire building had been eradicated, allowing the survivors to finally catch their breath.

"Old Xu! Look here!"

Hu Xiaodong, who reached the end of the corridor, pointed to the open cell in front, a temporary holding place for detainees. However, the body inside was that of a police officer.

The corpse had been rendered unrecognizable by zombie gnawing. Old Xu frowned, glanced at it, then bent down to pick up an empty casing from the ground.

Caliber 5.2MM, casing of a 92! Old Xu murmured instinctively, then straightened his face, "Since there are bullets, it means there are guns here. Everyone, search separately, let’s try to leave early."

Meanwhile, outside the building, Wang Zhongyu started examining the SWAT vehicle.

By examining, it actually meant popping the hood to check if any internal components were damaged, then going under the car to see if the suspension, axle, brakes, and fuel tank had any issues.

Old Xu went to the chief’s office by himself, thinking if there were guns, this place had the highest probability.

After all, as the highest leader in the place, it made sense to have weapons for self-defense.

Unfortunately, upon arrival, the reality was disappointing for Old Xu. He not only found no weapons but didn’t even see the casings he had just seen.

However, although he didn’t find the desired weapons, a small notebook on the office desk caught Old Xu’s attention.

Flipping through a few pages casually, Old Xu’s eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter. Initially just curious, he grew increasingly serious as he read the contents.

"Old Xu, what are you looking at?"

A deep voice sounded in his ear.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Hu Xiaodong was momentarily stunned and instinctively glanced at the small notebook on the table, replying with a face full of suspicion, "I asked what are you looking at?"

"Oh, me? This...nothing. By the way, did you find the ’gadget’?"

Shaking his head, Hu Xiaodong obviously understood what Old Xu meant by "gadget," but unfortunately, he had searched nearly half the room and found nothing at all.

"I see..." pulling out a slightly disappointed tone, Old Xu sighed helplessly, "Forget it! Good things take time, guns are hard to obtain, let’s get ready to leave!"

"Wait a minute!" just when Old Xu issued the retreat order, Wei Dazhuang’s voice suddenly came from outside, "Who said there’s no gun, look! What’s this!"

"Damn! Type 95 automatic rifle! Well done, Dazhuang, where did you find this? I just turned the gun room upside down and found nothing."

"Hey, looking for guns in the gun room? It’s the apocalypse, of course people would have taken the guns out long ago." He said in a teaching tone, patting Hu Xiaodong on the shoulder.

As Hu Xiaodong awkwardly smiled, he immediately drew back the hand holding the gun to his body.

Seeing Hu Xiaodong’s disgusted face, Wei Dazhuang pursed his lips, "What are you thinking? I found this gun on a dead body in the bathroom. The person died on the window sill, I flipped him over and found this underneath."

"Anything else found?" Old Xu didn’t care where the Q (gun) came from, as long as there was one, that was great.

Unfortunately, Wei Dazhuang’s answer was disappointing, "No, just this one. I flipped through the dead person’s clothes, there was nothing else."

Silently picking up the gun from the table, Old Xu skillfully removed the magazine, took a glance, and immediately assessed the bullet count without needing to count in detail, then pulled the slide to eject the chambered round. In the end, concluded there were still 16 rounds remaining in the gun.

To be honest, for someone like Old Xu who had shot many Q (guns), these bullets weren’t even enough to fill a tooth gap. However, in these times, having something was better than nothing.

Moreover, this item was their greatest gain today, and if not for Wei Dazhuang’s sharp mind, they would have returned disappointed.

"Alright, since we have the item, we should leave." Old Xu motioned for Hu Xiaodong and Wei Dazhuang to go out, slinging the gun over his shoulder.

As the three reached the door, they ran into Wang Qiang and Derek returning.

Upon meeting, as usual, the taciturn Wang Qiang directly handed a Type 92 pistol to Xu Renjie without saying a word.

"This was found up front, this is all we found." Seeing Wang Qiang had no intention to speak, Derek had to explain.

Old Xu nodded after glancing at it, very fortunately, the magazine of the Type 92 was full. He then patted Wang and Derek on the shoulders, "Thank you for your hard work, let’s hurry and leave here."

"Uh, aren’t we going to check downstairs? Since we found guns in both rooms, maybe other rooms..."

"No! We are leaving immediately!" Old Xu resolutely denied before Derek could finish his sentence. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)