Wang Lan nodded and pressed on, "How many times did it ring in total?"

Lu Ren thought for a moment and said, "Fourth tone."

Are you sure?

"Sure."

Wang Lan then looked at the infected corpses and carefully counted the bullet holes on their bodies. There were eleven bullet holes on the three corpses. Adding the four gunshots that Lu Ren mentioned, that meant that the other side had fired a total of fifteen shots.

Wang Lan remembered reading in a book that a typical handgun holds about 10 to 15 bullets. Of course, this number is not fixed, and some handguns can hold more bullets.

“I think I know,” Wang Lan said, looking at Lu Ren. “You asked me to come in with you so you could use me as a shield, right?”

Lu Ren hissed, "You've given me a wake-up call. I don't necessarily have to use you alive. You can be used as a shield, even if you're dead. I can kill you, then kill the people inside to get the gun, and then kill the other three in your group to consolidate the supplies. It's killing three birds with one stone. Why not?"

"Oh?" Wang Lan suddenly realized, "You've enlightened me. If I kill you now, I can kill the others outside. That's killing several birds with one stone."

He took two steps back and gripped the Vajra Umbrella tightly. "Besides... you're unarmed right now."

"Heh..." Lu Ren sneered, "Do you think I only have one chain?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out a rusty iron rod, about a foot long and nearly three fingers wide, from behind his back. The tip of the rod was sharpened to an unusually sharp point.

I wonder where he hid the iron rod behind his back?

Lu Ren rushed forward and swung the iron rod at Wang Lan's head.

Wang Lan gripped the umbrella with both hands and swung it at the iron bar.

The two were evenly matched in strength. With a loud "bang," they both felt a sharp pain in their hands as their weapons flew out of their grasp and fell to the ground.

Lu Ren gritted his teeth and lunged at Wang Lan, but suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen, followed by a sharp pain that spread throughout his body.

"You're actually not that shrewd," Wang Lan said softly.

Lu Ren looked down at the dagger that had sunk into his abdomen, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You have other equipment, but I don't?"

Wang Lan curled his lip, then pulled out the dagger, blood gushing out. He decisively slashed upwards, severing Lu Ren's neck.

It seems like it's been a long time since I've killed anyone.

Wang Lan flicked the blood off the dagger, hid it back at his waist, picked up the Vajra Umbrella, and looked into the depths of the cave.

Boost your spirits...

Then he shouted.

"Is anyone there? I'm from the Final Fortress!"

After saying that, he walked inside.