Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 1215 - 750: Hands Up [Third Update]

"Or maybe, tell them where Gan Xiong is. If they don't keep their word, we can use this method anyway, there's no conflict."

The brawny man's words caught the attention of Old Che and the others.

"You know where the boss is now?" Old Che looked at them with some surprise.

The brawny man gave a nearly imperceptible nod and said to Old Che, "Before we came over last night, we met with Gan Xiong."

"But we're not sure if he's still there. He could have been bitten to death by zombies for all we know."

Old Che's face showed a contemplative expression, and he slowly said, "Where might the boss be now?"

The brawny man hesitated, conflicted about whether to tell Old Che, but looking at the people behind him...

They had all seen Gan Xiong last night, so if he didn't speak, others might.

He then spoke up: "Last night, we saw Gan Xiong at the door of that abandoned warehouse, holding a key and about to open it. If he didn't die, he's likely over there."

"What was he doing there? It's not safe at all..." Old Che said, puzzled.

"Who knows," the brawny man shrugged and said.

"So, Brother Zhuang, do you want to try what I just suggested?" the brawny man asked.

Old Zhuang's face darkened, seeing these people had no intention of confronting those others head-on.

Angrily, he shouted, "My plan is to kill them! Why are we afraid when we have so many people? Why can't we fight back?"

Silence.

To be honest, yesterday's explosion and this morning's gunfire had scared them.

Moreover, Old Zhuang had tried earlier, but the bullets couldn't do anything to their car. The most critical thing is... Damn Old Zhuang had a good relationship with the boss and got more bullets, but how many do we have left?

After evading zombies and running away last night, in the emergency, to protect themselves, they used up all their ammo. Now, how are they supposed to fight those people with what's left?

The brawny man rolled his eyes.

Seeing no one taking his advice, Old Zhuang picked up his gun and continued to fire at Li Yu's car.

He tried his best to aim at the windshield, which should be the weakest point.

Bang!

He aimed for a long time and finally shot over.

The bullet penetrated the iron framework covering the bulletproof glass, hitting the bulletproof glass.

Thud!

A white spiderweb pattern with a three-centimeter diameter appeared on the glass.

The bullet didn't go through but left a small dent outside.

"Blast him!" Li Yu was furious upon seeing this.

Though they had encountered some resistance when they arrived at the Western Alliance, it was just a single bullet hitting the bulletproof glass on the right side.

The rest hit the car body or were blocked by the steel frame outside the bulletproof glass.

Damn, they hadn't even attacked yet and had already been shot at.

Li Gang stood up, went to the back, and pushed up the heavy machine gun.

Yang Tianlong even climbed up the portable steps, holding the rocket launcher, ready to blast that window several times.

Yang Tianlong climbed the steps and aimed at the window.

Pressed the trigger.

Boom—

It was less than fifty meters away, and it hit the window precisely.

Boom!

Old Zhuang, who was closest to the window, was directly blown apart by the bomb, his body like a watermelon falling from a high place, shattered into fist-sized chunks.

The two people next to Old Zhuang were also affected, dying on the spot.

The robust man, who was relatively close, was also caught by the shrapnel; a piece lodged into his scapula, another into his chest.

On the other side, Old Che was somewhat lucky, as he was further away from Old Zhuang, only losing a finger to the shrapnel.

"My finger! Damn you, Old Zhuang, it's all because you fired," Old Che wailed as he stumbled away from the window and hurried downstairs.

Yang Tianlong's one bomb had killed four people outright, injuring several others.

The brawny man's face twisted with rage, looking at the ground where only Old Zhuang's head remained, he spat.

Clutching his bleeding chest, he followed Old Che downstairs.

Faced with such equipment from the people in that car across the street, how could they resist, how could they fight back?

Before they even reached the next floor, Li Gang was already manning the heavy machine gun, rat-tat-tat.

Shooting toward their window, empty shells dropping into a recycling bag beside him. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

In the doomsday scenario, bullet heads were easy to make, but the shell casings were troublesome.

So they generally tried to collect the shell casings for reuse whenever possible.

The gun barrel was like a jet of fire, continuously spewing bullets, flying towards the window on the third floor.

Some hit the concrete, creating various-sized bullet holes.

Others poured onto that window.

Boom!

Li Gang felt a rush of air above his head.

After Yang Tianlong loaded the bomb, he fired another shot at that window.

Boom!

The bomb killed the remaining few who reacted slowly and were running late.

Reaching the second and third floor staircases, Old Che and the now severely injured robust man exchanged fearful glances.

Under such firepower, how long could they hold out inside?

Though the granary looked like a bunker, made of concrete and relatively solid...

It only looked like one; it wasn't a real bunker. With so many windows, it couldn't hold out at all.

Should they try it?

Old Che suddenly had this thought.

He shouted to the brawny man next to him, "Though I'm not sure if the boss's location you mentioned is accurate, let's try treating a dead horse like a living one—tell them. If they keep firing, we'll scatter and escape; each person that gets out is one less. How about it?"