Chapter 187 Who can escape the wrath of Heaven?

Leaving the fat man to hold them off for a moment, Han Shuo quickly ran to the armored vehicle and grabbed the flamethrower.

Although spraying fire inside the factory could easily cause a large-scale fire, he couldn't care less about that at the moment.

There were just too many zombies inside the small door. He had glanced at the finished product warehouse earlier and didn't find anything handy to use to block the door.

The most convenient and effective method Han Shuo could think of at the moment was to create a sea of ​​fire as a barrier.

If no one holds them off at the entrance, the horde of zombies will instantly flood into the finished goods warehouse.

Although the door is small, the zombies are packed together, and dozens could easily squeeze out in just a few seconds. (Think of it like a crowded subway.)

Even if everyone gets on the vehicle, there's a high chance they'll be surrounded by the horde of zombies.

When there are few zombies, you can simply run them over with a car. But when there are hundreds of zombies, it becomes much more difficult to run them over and drive them away.

With a large number of zombies, it is easy for them to get caught in the wheels of the truck, thus jamming the truck in place.

Most importantly, Han Shuo needed to buy everyone some more time to fill the truck bed as much as possible.

After all, such opportunities are rare.

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Soon, Han Shuo returned with the flamethrower.

"Fatty, get out of the way, let me handle this!"

"If you had come any later, I would have been killed by zombies!"

After the fat man finished speaking, he quickly put away his large shield and stepped aside to make room.

Without saying a word, Han Shuo turned on the flamethrower, and flames shot out.

The zombie that had just squeezed out of the door was instantly engulfed in flames, which then set the zombies behind it ablaze.

And so, Han Shuo held a flamethrower and sprayed fire, while the fat man used an axe to chop at the zombies that ran out of the fire door.

After a while, the two calmed down, and no more zombies poured out of the fire door, because the flames had spread into the factory.

The zombies were burned to death before they even got there.

"Whew, that felt great!"

Han Shuo muttered to himself with satisfaction. Unbeknownst to him, he had fulfilled the dream that Li Shurou had never been able to achieve...

The matter was finally over, and Han Shuo put down the flamethrower and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

I glanced at the pocket watch in my pocket. Eighteen minutes had passed since the door was blown up.

"Quick, don't just stand there! We're running out of time. Let's load the truck together. We'll leave in two more minutes!"

"good!"

Without wasting any more time, the two quickly ran over to help.

When Han Shuo arrived, he found that Xiao Zhao's truck was already full and he was helping Wai Di load it.

With the addition of the two, the overall progress doubled.

Two minutes later, Han Shuo glanced around.

By this time, the boxes in the finished goods warehouse had been mostly packed up by everyone.

The remaining boxes were quite far from the truck, and running over to get them would take too much time.

"That's about it. Two of the three trucks are already full, and there's not much space left in the last one."

Han Shuo waved his hand and gave the order to retreat.

"Alright, that's enough packing. Pack your things and get out of here!"

"Shurou, you take Wai Di to drive the armored vehicle outside, and the three of us will each drive a truck."

"clear!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the five of them sprang into action.

Han Shuo randomly selected a truck and climbed onto it.

Release the handbrake, shift gears, and step on the gas! The actions are completed in one smooth motion.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Three trucks started moving at the same time, lined up, and drove out of the finished goods warehouse, closely following the armored vehicle in front.

Just then, the long-haired man and his men finally arrived.

He turned and glanced at the finished goods warehouse, where there were very few supplies left.

His expression turned cold, and he once again focused his gaze on the last truck in the distance.

The long-haired man's lips moved slightly, and he uttered two words.

"Fifth brother!"

"clear!"

A man of well-proportioned build stepped out from the crowd, and then he raised the rifle in his hand.

...

The truck at the very back of the convoy was driven by the fat man.

At that moment, he naturally saw the people behind him through the rearview mirror.

Feeling smug, he knew that without a car, the other party had no chance of catching up with him.

After all, they've already separated by more than 100 meters. How can two legs outrun a truck with several wheels?

"Hahaha, Han Shuo, I saw them! They couldn't catch up, they must be furious!"

The fat man turned on his communicator and shouted arrogantly.

Han Shuo, driving his truck, also smiled.

"We timed it perfectly, but they reacted really fast. If we had been half a minute later, we would have been trapped inside."

"Cool!"

The fat man's ego swelled even more.

He rolled down the car window, leaned out, and shouted a sarcastic remark at the person behind him.

"Hey guys, sorry about that, I'll take the goods from the finished goods warehouse first. The rest, Fatty doesn't need them, you can keep them!"

Then he added a sentence.

"By the way, I'm the one who punctured your tires. Fatty, my name is Wu Chengbin. Come at me if you dare! Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, the long-haired man's face darkened.

He felt that the person in front of him was really arrogant.

Then, a second later, Lao Wu pulled the trigger.

"Bang, bang!"

Two bullets were fired instantly and accurately, blasting out the two rear tires of the truck.

Upon hearing the gunshot, Han Shuo's heart jumped, and he anxiously asked.

"They opened fire. Was anyone injured?"

"Wai Di and I are fine." Li Shurou was at the front of the convoy and was perfectly safe.

"Brother Han, I'm fine too," Xiao Zhao added.

"Uh... I'm fine."

Han Shuo noticed something odd about the fat man's tone and asked again.

"What's going on? You weren't shot, were you?"

"Well, this is a bit embarrassing, it seems like both of my rear tires were punctured, and my speed dropped drastically..."

Fortune's wheel turns, and no one escapes the wrath of Heaven.

One second he was still yelling, the next second his tire got blown out.

The long-haired man retaliated in kind, quickly avenging the fat man's abortion.

"It's over, Han Shuo, Xiao Zhao, Shu Rou, Wai Di, my darlings, I'm doomed, they're catching up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the long-haired man and his men forced the fat man's truck to stop.

Then, the long-haired man opened the car door and pulled the fat man out.

Then he glared fiercely at the fat man.

"Was it you who punctured my tire just now?"

Seeing that all 12 men had guns, the fat man didn't dare to resist and obediently allowed himself to be surrounded.

The long-haired man's men were shoving and jostling the fat man among themselves.

"You fatso, weren't you being pretty arrogant just now?"

"Go ahead and yell again, go ahead and yell again!"

"Boss, let's beat him up first!"

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