"See that hacksaw in the toolbox over there?"

"How about you get it for me? It will definitely benefit you." As Moore said this, he nodded in the direction of the toolbox, his eyes full of anticipation, and he had his own little calculations in his mind.

"Hurry up, man, help me take off these handcuffs." Moore shook his handcuffed hands and urged anxiously.

T-boy looked at Moore with disdain, curled his lips, his eyes full of contempt, and snorted coldly: "Then continue to beat me?"

"Or just call me 'nigger' more often?" T-boy crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back, and his face was full of disdain.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Moore's face, his eyes dodged for a moment, and he hurriedly explained: "What are you talking about? I'm not targeting you."

"It's just that we have some disagreements. It's no big deal." Moore smiled and tried to ease the atmosphere.

"It's not like we can't work together."

"Let's talk it over, maybe we can both win." Moore spoke more sincerely, hoping that Tzi would fall into his trap.

T-boy raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and said sarcastically with a pout: "I'm afraid you still want me to help you get that gun, so that when that policeman comes up, you can shoot him dead."

Having said that, T stopped paying attention to More, turned his head, and started talking into the walkie-talkie again with full concentration, his eyes full of annoyance towards More.

The bottom floor of the department store.

Rick and his group followed Glenn carefully, walking lightly and observing their surroundings vigilantly. Under Glenn's leadership, they passed through dark alleys and finally arrived at the street.

Soon they arrived next to the tank.

Most of the zombies on the street had left, leaving only three zombies still lying on the ground gnawing on horse meat scraps. The three zombies were eating with gusto and were completely unaware of the movements around them.

Rick's eyes flashed, and he quickly observed the situation around him. Then he looked at the others, raised two fingers, and made a simple and powerful gesture. His eyes showed calmness and decisiveness, indicating that everyone should act according to the plan.

The others immediately understood what he meant, crouched down, and tiptoed behind a few zombies that were gnawing on the horse meat residue. Each of them held a stick tightly, with a look of tension and determination that they must get rid of them. Then they suddenly raised the stick and smashed it hard on the zombies' heads.

Soon, the three zombies were smashed to pieces by the men, their brains splattered everywhere. The men looked at the scene in front of them, breathing heavily, but feeling relieved in their hearts.

At the same time, Rick also took a step forward and quickly picked up the gun bag from the ground, with a hint of joy in his eyes. After all, with a gun, they would have an extra protection.

"Go back to the rooftop first." Rick looked at the others with a firm gaze and gave orders in a steady tone. His voice was not loud but very powerful.

Hearing Rick's words, the others nodded, and without any hesitation, they walked quickly towards the department store in an orderly manner, their eyes full of concentration on the next action.

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Xu Mo's side.

Xu Mo had a focused expression and sharp eyes. He still held the general-purpose rifle steadily, his eyes fixed on the zombies on the rooftop opposite. His finger was on the trigger, and he kept shooting at the zombies. The gun body kept shaking, making a "da da da" sound, which was particularly harsh in this silent and dangerous environment.

This is the third general-purpose rifle he has exchanged.

He stumbled upon a very convenient feature: after he stored the universal rifle in the system space, the system would automatically load the magazine with bullets for him! Thinking of this, he secretly felt fortunate, thinking that this was a really useful and good feature.

"By the way, are there fewer zombies?!" Xu Mo frowned slightly as he continued shooting, a hint of doubt in his eyes. He keenly felt that the density of zombies on the rooftop had become a little sparse, and wondered in his heart whether he had killed too many and had almost wiped them all out.

"System, check my character panel." Xu Mo gave the system an order in a decisive tone, his eyes full of anticipation, wanting to see how he was doing now.

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[Name: Xu Mo]

[Power: None]

[Strength: 14 (normal adult males are 10)]

[Strength: 14 (normal adult males are 10)]

Speed: 13 (normal adult male average is 10)

[Constitution: 15 (normal adult males are 10)]

[Spirit: 23 (normal adult male average is 10)]

[Skills: Zombie Antibodies, Top Fighting]

【Points: 1257】

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"More than 1,200 points, I have killed more than 1,200 zombies!?" When Xu Mo saw the number on the character panel, his eyes widened instantly, his face was full of surprise, his mouth slightly opened, and his heart seemed to be in turmoil. Although he knew that he had killed quite a few zombies, he really didn't expect there were so many. It was a little unbelievable for a moment.

He knew he had killed a lot of zombies, but he didn't expect so many.

Xu Mo's mind moved, and he took the time to take a look at the system space.

There are only four and a half boxes of general rifle bullets left.

There are still two boxes of general-purpose pistol bullets left.

"Are these the only bullets left?!" Xu Mo was slightly stunned when he saw the number of remaining bullets displayed in the system space. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his brows frowned unconsciously. He wondered in his mind how long the remaining bullets could last.

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