Chapter 65: True or False Rescue?

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A group of people rushed forward desperately. Those who were not strong enough were ruthlessly torn to pieces by the zombies behind them. Only those who ran fast could save their lives.

The leading team had already rushed into the alley with guns raised. They had thought there would be a lot of zombies inside, but they didn't expect that after entering, there were only a few zombies in groups of three or two.

After shooting the scattered zombies in the head one by one, the group of more than ten people finally rushed into the alley. The inside was indeed much wider than the outside, like a small square.

But the pile of headless corpses in the middle of the open space made the minions who saw the scene for the first time feel terrified.

"Fuck, what the hell!"

When they approached the pile of corpses cautiously with guns in hand, they saw that these were zombie corpses, not normal people, and they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

They thought they had run into some perverted murderer. Even though they were living on the edge of a knife, they didn't want to face a perverted murderer head-on.

However, after running around these few days, they have all discovered that the zombie corpses rot very quickly. These corpses should rot so quickly, but there are still so many of them. How many zombies have they killed?

And if you look closely, there is not a single zombie head in the pile of corpses. What did they do with it? Did they eat it?

"What are you doing standing there? Go help block the entrance to the alley!"

The ferocious middle-aged man slapped one of them on the back of the head and shouted angrily. Everyone scattered in an instant, and no one dared to explore any more doubts.

When the skinny sheep saw that the car had stopped steadily, he got out to check the environment.

Aside from feeling a bit nauseous about the stinking pile of corpses, they were otherwise quite satisfied. With ample firepower and the terrain providing cover, it would only take a short while to deal with the zombies outside.

Since I can't stay here for long, I can just make do with the environment.

"Boss, this place is great! Once the hole is sealed, it'll be safe inside! Once the zombies at the door are cleared, we can continue on our way!"

Zhang Dingkun tugged at his ill-fitting police uniform, glanced disdainfully at Skinny Sheep with his triangular eyes, and nodded in appreciation, "It's a nice place, but a bit smelly."

He glanced at the pile of corpses with disgust, and looked away without taking a closer look. He felt like vomiting if he looked at it any longer.

But compared to the stench he smells every day, the clothes he wears are really tight.

But there's no other way. If you escape from that place, you can only wear prison uniform or police uniform. You have no choice. You can't walk around in a prison uniform.

Later he discovered that this leather could actually bring him many benefits, so he simply decided not to take it off, even if it was tight.

The brothers who were recruited later saw their outfits and deliberately looked for similar uniforms to wear.

Within two days, if you looked at the clothes on their bodies without considering their temperament, it would be clear that this group of people were all paid by the government!

While Shouyang continued to flatter Zhang Dingkun with words about how domineering his clothes were, the survivors in the surrounding buildings all looked at the group of "national rescuers" downstairs.

Suddenly, all the survivors from all directions reacted.

"Wife, help is here!"

"Woohoo! We're finally saved!"

"Grandma, grandma, it's the police!"

"Pack your things and go down!"

Within five minutes, hundreds of survivors tried every possible way to rush out of their homes. They were not even afraid of the zombies banging on the door. The only thought in their minds was "I must get on the rescue vehicle."

Suddenly so many people rushed out that the people in the scene thought it was a zombie empty city plan and were shocked.

One of the bald men was so scared that he immediately shot the man in front. "Bang!"

"Ah! The police are shooting at civilians!"

"husband!!"

"Protect the boss!" Skinny Sheep shouted, then he saw the situation clearly.

They are not zombies, they are all living people!

It’s just that these people mistook their group of fake policemen and real thugs as government policemen who came to rescue them.

For a moment, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Many survivors swarmed out of the apartment and the tube-shaped building. These gangsters did not have the sense of justice of real police officers as public servants.

He used the butt of his gun to strike down the men who were charging forward violently. Several men who were in the front immediately fell down, holding their heads with blood gushing out of them.

"Oh my god, son, what's wrong with you? What kind of police are you? If you have the guts, go kill those man-eating creatures. How can you be considered a public servant if you kill ordinary people like us?"

A mournful wail, like thunder, shook the ears of the crowd and they immediately became agitated. They started to scold them for abandoning the people and betraying the country, saying that they spoke nicely on the radio but were actually being inhumane.

"That's right! If you have the guts, go shoot the zombies. Why are you targeting ordinary citizens like us? Since we're all going to die, today we'll die together!"

Zhang Dingkun, who was protected in the center, was stumbled by the impact of the crowd. His anger rushed to the top of his forehead, and he raised his hands to kill the few people who were howling loudly!

Skinny Sheep stretched out his hands and grabbed Zhang Dingkun's hand that was pulling the trigger in time. He blinked at him quickly and whispered in Zhang Dingkun's ear in a hurry.

"Boss, most of our team members have been killed on this journey. Why not take this opportunity to recruit some strong men into the team, and some young women for the brothers... Combine work and rest!"

Zhang Dingkun's hand holding the gun suddenly stopped, and he looked at Shouyang fiercely, which made Shouyang feel cold on the back of his neck.

He thought he had said something wrong and annoyed Zhang Dingkun, and hurriedly tried to change his words, but Zhang Dingkun suddenly grinned evilly and said, "You are such a good boy with so many ideas! I'll do as you say!"

The next moment, he put the black pistol into the holster, pushed the skinny man's back, and motioned him to speak.

"Ahem!" Skinny Sheep cleared his throat and took out the co-pilot's loudspeaker and put it to his lips.