HPDBC Chapter 1460 - 847: Third Uncle Says, Flashy!
Chapter 1460 - 847: Third Uncle Says, Flashy!
Immediately restrained by subordinates, they pulled his head up, grinning fiendishly and said, "I knew you’d try something like this, haha, I’ve got too much experience with people like you."Li Ge’s face was full of rage, but he didn’t blame or curse these people.
Because he knew it was pointless.
Zheng Xiaolong nodded to his underlings and said, "Alright, get them on the truck."
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman opened her mouth and bit the ear of the person controlling him.
"Ah!" Carelessly, the ear was bitten off, blood dripping.
At the instant he bent down, the woman moved forward to seize his gun.
Bam!
A gunshot rang out from the side.
The woman’s forehead was hit directly, she slowly collapsed.
Yet, it seemed the shot fulfilled her desire.
With a smile on her lips, she slowly slumped to the ground.
She knew what would happen if captured by these people; rather than face that fate, she’d rather die.
"Xiao Ru." Li Ge roared, grief-stricken.
"Restrain him!" Zheng Xiaolong shouted angrily.
After he spoke, two subordinates pressed his head down and tied him tightly.
Shortly after, Zheng Xiaolong looked angrily at his surrounding lackeys.
"Who fired just now?" He was furious, barely encountering a woman.
And she ended up dead.
No one answered him.
Despite Zheng Xiaolong’s anger, he couldn’t push to find out who fired the gun.
After all, the shots aimed to save a companion.
Beyond seething frustration, it could only be vented on this man now.
A harsh kick targeted the man’s chest, Li Ge spewed blood from his mouth after being thrashed.
"Damn."
At this time, Zheng Xiaolong’s intercom suddenly buzzed to life.
"Brother Long, come over here quickly, I’ve found a big catch; hurry, they have a lot of people at the factory where we split up earlier."
Upon hearing the voice, Zheng Xiaolong shot a glare at his nearby subordinates, then said, "Load this woman’s corpse onto the truck too, let’s go!"
Subordinates crowded around; the man with the bitten ear kept wailing but no one could help him, offering only a cloth to wrap it.
Nowadays, anti-inflammatory drugs are lifesavers.
Those with medication stash it away, who would willingly let others use it?
As they boarded the vehicle, the rumbling engine sounds grew distant.
From two hundred meters away, amid ruins and debris, emerged a young boy, tears streaming.
He gazed toward the departing figures, his eyes full of hatred, mumbling, "Grandpa, Li Ge, Sister Ru."
For a long time.
Holding a glass jar of cockroaches, he ran headlong away from the city.
.....
Xiu County.
Middle School.
A helicopter hovered above.
Jackals eyed the empty school, speaking into his earpiece to Third Uncle:
"Captain, where to land?"
Third Uncle glanced through the telescope at the gate, which now lay missing, blown away by a typhoon somewhere.
Replying, he asked, "Did you choose this spot as the transfer station last time?"
On his return, Third Uncle piloted the helicopter while Li Yu and Jackals drove back.
Jackals responded, "Yes, last time we came, we cleared out zombies; it seems relatively unaffected here."
The entire school.
Walls, teaching buildings, even dormitories remained intact.
Yet, the ground cluttered with assorted tables, plastic bags, dead leaves, and branches.
Given that Xiu County resided in a hilly region with nearby mountains.
Blocking the typhoon’s force that wasn’t as fierce, unlike its landing spot.
If the school lay in the typhoon’s landing area, the buildings would likely be destroyed.
The typhoon exceeded known top-level typhoons.
World-ending; using this phrase fits perfectly.
Third Uncle eyed the dormitory rooftop, littered with fallen water tanks blown down.
Not spacious at all.
He suggested to Jackals, "Land on that teaching building. Let’s make it quick!"
Jackals heard it and promptly maneuvered the helicopter toward the building.
Minutes passed.
The helicopter sagely parked atop the teaching building.
The rooftop spacious, three buildings linked, the platform large.
The helicopter’s engine roared throughout the school.
"Ant, Old Qin, go get fuel. Zombies might be around." Third Uncle shouted towards them.
Said, he leapt from the helicopter.
Clutching his gun, he advanced the roof door.
Sensing something amiss.
He removed his noise-canceling headset.
Ears pricked attentively.
Thud-thud-thudding!
Intense footfalls resounded.
Standing at the rooftop, he gazed below.
Saw densely packed zombies spilling out from the comprehensive and dormitory buildings.
Right then, he felt the floor shudder slightly.
"Zombies!" Third Uncle wasn’t startled, just inconvenienced.
He took a hand grenade from his waist, aimed toward the rooftop staircase, and with force, threw it.
Too late to seal the door now, unsure if closed would fend off zombies.
The grenade arced beautifully, just as zombies appeared at the entrance.
Boom!
An explosion thundered.