For Waldo’s shamelessness, Alanna and Helen were quite speechless. Next, they discussed in detail. In the end, after spending a lot of time, they formulated a relatively complete plan.

"I’ll be responsible for luring the zombies out of the West City area. You two will be prepared outside. When I lead the zombies to the designated location, you’ll open fire immediately," Waldo said.

Alanna was somewhat worried. "You need to be careful. With so many zombies, it can be very dangerous if you make a mistake."

"That’s right. And after we start firing, you also need to pay extra attention to your safety. The firepower coverage is quite extensive," Helen added.

While this method had the highest efficiency for hunting zombies, it also came with a high level of danger.

"Don’t worry, I have teleportation, so I can change position quickly. If I need to escape, the zombies won’t catch me. Besides, unless it’s a missile with an extremely large blast radius, the threat from bullets and shells is limited to me. After all, my teleportation allows me to easily dodge their attacks," Waldo said with a smile.

Feeling the concern from the two women, he felt warm in his heart. He then lifted them up and washed them both. Afterward, he tossed them onto the bed.

"Waldo, what are you trying to do? Don’t do this; we still have things to do tomorrow!" the two women exclaimed in unison.

"Don’t worry, I have plenty of energy. Relaxing like this will help me perform better on our mission," Waldo chuckled.

The two women were quite frightened. Then, Waldo pounced on them, and the scene gradually became indescribable.

The next day, the sun had risen, scorching the earth. The temperature on the cement ground had already exceeded fifty degrees Celsius. Under the scorching sun, a living person wouldn’t take long to turn into jerky.

At this moment, in the West City area, in a park close to the outskirts, a plaza was filled with roaming zombies. They were wearing colorful clothes. These zombies were once people who came to this plaza to dance and play. There were middle-aged women doing dances and young girls dancing street style. However, now they had all turned into zombies.

In the center of the plaza, a massive zombie, ragged and with two large dark nipples, was dancing slowly. Beside her was an old radio. Surprisingly, it was playing a familiar melody intermittently that everyone recognized.

A Level 3 zombie was actually dancing dance? And it seemed to be completely absorbed in it!

Waldo was pondering how to attract the zombies. Suddenly, he had an idea. A sniper rifle appeared in his hands.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out. The Level 3 zombie, who had been immersed in her dance, suddenly stopped when she noticed the music had ceased. She turned to look and saw her radio had been shot to pieces.

Roar!

The Level 3 zombie roared furiously, unable to contain its anger. It quickly located Waldo in the distance, its eyes filled with rage.

Roar!

It roared once more. Soon, all the zombies in the plaza stopped their movements. Their heads turned, all gazing in Waldo’s direction.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Countless gazes locked onto Waldo. With so many eyes fixated on him, it was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine. Anyone who came across this situation would feel an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"Heh heh, are you angry? Good! If you’re so capable, come over here and try to kill me!" Waldo yelled arrogantly and burst into laughter. Then, he turned and fled.

Simultaneously, he released a tank from his backpack. The powerful engine roared deafeningly, shaking the very ground. Soon, Waldo was far away.

Roar!

The dancing Level 3 zombie roared in extreme anger. This detestable human not only destroyed its radio but also taunted it.

Furious!

As it roared, hundreds of zombies became restless, pursuing Waldo in the direction he fled.

"Very good, they’re catching up," Waldo noted, slightly relieved as he saw the pursuing zombies. His biggest fear was that the zombies wouldn’t chase after him. If that happened, their plan would be in jeopardy.

However, these zombies weren’t enough. Among them, there was only one Level 3 zombie. They needed at least three Level 3 zombies for his plan to work.

"Just one isn’t sufficient," he thought, but he didn’t need to worry too much about it at the moment.

Because the tank’s engine was extremely loud, sounding like a powerful magnet, it could easily draw the attention of other zombies from afar. Indeed, within less than three minutes of Waldo driving the tank, the number of pursuing zombies grew from under a thousand to nearly two thousand.

Huh? Is that a Level 3 zombie?

At this moment, Waldo noticed that among the zombies chasing him from behind, another Level 3 zombie had joined the ranks. This zombie had originally been inside a large building, wearing tattered West attire, likely once a white-collar worker. Perhaps it was the noise from the tank, or maybe the massive commotion caused by the thousands of zombies running, that had attracted its attention. It leaped down from the building and joined the large group chasing Waldo.

"Good! Already two Level 3 zombies," Waldo chuckled. He needed to attract at least one more Level 3 zombie to achieve the desired effect.

With no other choice, Waldo drove the tank in circles around various streets. During this time, some zombies managed to catch up to him and attempted to block the tank’s path. The result was predictable – they were crushed under its immense weight.

Before long...

"Hmm? That should be a Level 3 zombie!" Suddenly, Waldo noticed a massive zombie at the driver’s seat of a bus on the road ahead. Judging by its size, it was almost certainly a Level 3 zombie.

However, this Level 3 zombie appeared different from the others. While the other zombies couldn’t resist chasing Waldo when they heard the noise, this one remained completely still, seemingly unfazed by the commotion.

"What’s going on? Is it not affected by the noise?" Waldo raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Well, if that’s the case, I’ll have to make you come after me in my own way!"

Waldo smiled faintly, then turned the tank’s cannon.

Boom!

A shell was fired directly at the bus, sending it flying into the air.

Roar!

The Level 3 zombie on the bus erupted into an unprecedented roar that was deafening. Then, brimming with killing intent, it charged towards Waldo.