Da-da-da, da-da-da.
Poof... ding ding!
The chaotic scene couldn't suppress the gunfire...
Seeing the situation almost uncontrollable, Brother Dog promptly raised his rifle and pulled the trigger, firing a burst at the ceiling of the hall. Bullets hit the roof and steel structure, scattering dust and sparks, and the scene quieted down.
"Do you think I'm joking with you? If the zombie horde issue isn't resolved, no one will be spared. Not going, huh? No problem! When the zombies come, every one of you will be cannon fodder!"
Man is the knife, and I am the fish; there are no easy ways out... everyone was dejected once again.
At this moment, their beliefs almost crumbled; they couldn't distinguish whether the enemy was the zombies or humans themselves. To say the enemy wasn't the zombies, the people of Bajiazi Village took them hostage to resist the zombies. But to say the enemy was the zombies, the power of life and death was now in the hands of their own kind!
