Chapter 186 The two sides are about to meet
One cut, another cut, and yet another...
Zombies fell one after another at Han Shuo's feet.
With each zombie he dealt with, he would move a little closer to the gate.
Half a minute later, Han Shuo killed more than a dozen zombies again.
Finally, he reached the gate and peeked inside.
Good heavens, there are indeed a lot of zombies on the assembly line, a dark, endless mass, their numbers are terrifying...
Han Shuo quickly pulled his head back and closed the half-closed door.
He then turned the lock cylinder; the lock was not broken, and the door was completely locked.
"Phew—the security issue is resolved now."
With a sigh of relief, Han Shuo turned around and prepared to help the three of them load the car.
At that moment, Li Shurou's voice came from the other side of the truck.
"Han Shuo, come quick! There are zombies here too!"
"Holy crap? There's more?"
Han Shuo was also somewhat surprised, but without the slightest hesitation, he picked up his Tang sword and rushed over.
Sure enough, Li Shurou was being chased by two zombies at that moment.
Because she had to move goods, she put her weapons aside. Unarmed, she was no match for the zombies.
Swish, swish!
Han Shuo swiftly swung his knife, and with two quick strikes, he eliminated the two zombies for her.
Li Shurou didn't even glance at it. After the crisis was over, she turned around, picked up the boxes on the ground, and continued moving them.
Where did these two zombies come from?
Han Shuo had some doubts in his mind, so he quickly continued to screen the surrounding area.
He hadn't yet explored some blind spots because he was closing the main door.
Soon, he found another small door in a corner of the finished goods warehouse.
This door should be a side door; it's not very big, but it still leads into the factory.
Han Shuo quickly stepped forward to block the door, because two more zombies crawled in from the other side of the door.
To his surprise, the small door had no door panel, making it impossible to completely seal the gap immediately.
"This is going to be a bit tricky."
Han Shuo thought to himself, "I can only guard this place and kill every zombie that comes in."
"Xiao Zhao, you guys need to speed up the loading. The zombies in the factory keep pouring into this gap."
With another slash, Han Shuo finished off another zombie and shouted as he turned around.
He was now trapped in the doorway, hacking and slashing at the zombies.
"Brother Han, I understand. However, the back of the truck is not half full yet, so it will take some more time."
Hearing Xiao Zhao's shout, Han Shuo knew that he had to buy everyone some more time.
The saying goes that fortune favors the bold, and in today's world, finding so many supplies is already quite remarkable.
No one will give up until the truck is completely full.
And so, the three continued to load the truck with all their might, while the fat man had already successfully connected the power to the second truck and started it.
Han Shuo, like a warrior, blocked the doorway, desperately slashing with his Tang sword.
From a distance, it appears as if one man can hold off ten thousand.
...
At this moment, the long-haired man and his men had already run out of the factory.
His flowing long hair fluttered in the wind, and he froze on the spot the moment he rushed out the door.
"Boss, all our tires have been punctured," one of his men said.
The long-haired man had already seen it without him saying anything.
Only then did he fully realize what was happening.
It wasn't that the two groups never met; rather, the other side had already noticed that they had entered the factory.
Not long ago, when the long-haired man ordered his men to search the rooms, because their primary objective was to find someone, his men did not notice anything special about the innermost room on the second floor.
After a cursory glance, finding the room empty, they moved on to the next room.
After the fat man and his two companions left, the half-open window they left behind was overlooked by his men.
The long-haired man had no idea how the other person had slipped away right under his nose.
However, it was clear that he had been tricked before he even saw the other person.
This feeling is extremely unpleasant.
"Oh no! My wheel!"
The long-haired man let out a long howl, lamenting the loss of his three beloved cars.
Surprisingly, he wasn't very angry. Instead, he smiled wryly and muttered to himself.
"Those who are destined to meet me, I look forward to meeting you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the long-haired man waved to his men and gave them instructions.
"Forget about the car, there's no time for you to fix the tire. Hurry up, grab your weapons and come with me to the direction of the explosion!"
"yes!"
The 12 men, each carrying a gun, quickly rushed towards Han Shuo and the others' location.
...
Time passed slowly, and Han Shuo remained blocking the small gate not far away.
In order to prevent zombies from flooding into the finished product warehouse, he had no choice but to take the initiative and fight his way forward.
If he can't be blocked, he can retreat a few steps. If he stays stuck in the doorway, he can't retreat.
Because the doorway is the last line of defense; the moment he retreats to the doorway, everyone will have to evacuate quickly.
Looking at the zombies in front of him, Han Shuo felt a chill run down his spine.
There were just too many, and before he knew it, he felt he couldn't keep up.
"Fatty, Fatty! Are you done with all three cars yet?"
He shouted towards the finished goods warehouse, trying to get help.
The fat man quickly responded.
"It's all taken care of already. I'm helping Xiao Zhao and the others move supplies right now."
"Come over here first, and remember to bring the big shield. Hurry up, I can't hold out any longer."
"Okay, I'm coming right away!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a few seconds later, the fat man ran over, turned through the small door, and was taken aback.
"Damn, how many zombies have you killed? There's no place left to stand."
At this moment, Han Shuo was crouching at the feet of a pile of zombie corpses, with dirty blood flowing all over the ground and a stench filling the air.
"I don't know, who would still be counting at a time like this!"
Han Shuo responded without turning his head, then kicked the zombie in front of him away.
He created some distance between them, then turned and ran towards the finished goods warehouse.
As he passed the fat man, he left behind a message.
"Let's switch people and hold the line. You have a big shield, so you can hold out at the door for a while. I'll go get the flamethrower from the vehicle."
Then, Han Shuo disappeared in a flash.
The fat man was speechless and dared not utter a word of complaint, because the zombies had already pounced on him.
His combat strength was no match for Han Shuo's, so he dared not rush over to fight and instead turned around and retreated to the doorway.
The fat man raised his large shield and wedged it into the walls on either side of the doorway.
And so, one man and one shield, they temporarily built a defensive line.
Nevertheless, the zombie still managed to reach out and grab at the fat man through the gaps in the large shield.
In no time, his arms were covered with scratches.
"It's okay, it's okay, it can't infect me anyway."
The fat man endured the pain, trying to comfort himself.
His attack power is relatively low, but his defense is very high...
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