Chapter 130 Should Blood Be Drained or Not?
Why are you two looking at me like that?
The fat man unconsciously took a step back and continued speaking.
"Stop messing around, are you going to make me attract zombies again? Is there no justice in this world? It's not my turn to be here."
Han Shuo walked over with a smile and patted the fat man on the shoulder.
"We both know you're very capable, so this little thing is no problem for you. Let's just leave it at that."
"Once it's done, you can choose any firearms or weapons you want."
After Han Shuo finished speaking, he turned around to get the map he had prepared.
“Yes, and you’re meatier, so you’re even more appealing to zombies!” Li Shurou added with a smile.
"You two can't do this. You can't keep focusing on one person and making a fuss."
The fat man grumbled angrily, then fell silent. He knew perfectly well that he couldn't escape being the one to attract the zombies.
If resistance were futile, what would be the point of having Han Shuo...?
Soon after, Han Shuo brought over the map and spread it out on the table. Fatty and Li Shurou also gathered around.
"Fatty, I've designed the route for you to lure the zombies. The part marked in red is it. Take a close look."
"Oh," the fat man replied listlessly, watching intently.
This route was meticulously designed by Han Shuo. He had already thoroughly familiarized himself with the terrain of the entire military base. If Fatty followed this route, it would not only be more efficient, but he would also return to the training ground much faster.
Most importantly, you won't be cornered by zombies. As long as you don't take the wrong path, there shouldn't be any major problems.
"Shurou, find a way to get some gasoline later. When Fatty is attracting the zombies, find an opportunity to sneak into the training ground and pour the gasoline in. Although the more gasoline the better, remember, your own safety is the most important thing."
“No problem, leave it to me.” Li Shurou readily agreed.
"You've already assigned us both a lot of tasks, don't you have any work to do yourself?" The fat man glanced at Han Shuo sideways.
"I'll climb to the top of the command center building. From there, I can see the entire military base. If anything goes wrong between you two, I can provide timely assistance."
Han Shuo casually remarked that his task sounded simple, but it required the utmost care.
One must be able to see in all directions and hear from all sides, and maintain absolute focus at all times.
This operation was inherently risky, and Han Shuo was the other two people's protector.
"Okay, okay, but you have to keep a close eye on me. There are probably ten thousand zombies here, all chasing after me. I'm really worried," the fat man said anxiously.
"Don't worry, we'll keep in touch via communicator at all times during the operation. I'll also keep an eye on the situation in the distance from the rooftop."
Han Shuo patted the two of them on the shoulders.
Both of them knew that this was the most suitable arrangement at present, and Li Shurou had no objections.
As for the fat man, he only complained a little at first, but he was not stupid at all. He understood everything perfectly.
And so, Han Shuo decided to start the operation tomorrow, giving the two of them some time to prepare.
Especially for the fat guy, he must memorize the route map perfectly.
...
The next morning, the three of them ate their fill and were full of energy, ready to start working.
After coming down from the dormitory building, the three of them hid in the shadows behind the building. It was a safe spot, with no zombies around.
Two large barrels of gasoline were placed at Li Shurou's feet. This was the maximum weight she could bear; if there were any more gasoline, she wouldn't be able to lift them.
This was taken from a nearby car yesterday when Han Shuo and she went downstairs together.
Two large barrels of gasoline should be enough.
The fat man standing to the side stopped fooling around and looked serious. He knew that if everything went smoothly today, after all the zombies were wiped out, they would have plenty of time to move the guns from the armory.
Han Shuo gave the two of them an encouraging look, and without wasting any more time, spoke softly.
"Fatty, go ahead. Remember, your own life is the most important thing. If the situation gets out of your control, evacuate immediately."
"good."
The fat man gave a simple reply, turned around and looked up at the sky. At that moment, he had a certain air about him, like a lone hero.
His gaze sharpened, and there he was!
The fat man pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it viciously into his left arm.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Han Shuo reacted quickly, grabbing the fat man's hand and stopping him from doing anything further.
"Huh? What's wrong? Is it to attract zombies by bleeding them out?" the fat man asked, puzzled.
"Are you an idiot? When did you lose your mind? Can't you use any other way to attract zombies besides this one trick?"
Han Shuo looked at the fat man as if he were an idiot. Even Li Shurou, who was standing next to him, was speechless and couldn't help but slap her forehead.
"Huh? Boss, what you said makes sense. Sorry, sorry, I'm just used to bleeding people out."
The fat man was a little embarrassed and quickly put the dagger away.
"Go, there's a car over there. I tested it yesterday, and the lights inside still work. The battery should have power, so starting it shouldn't be a problem."
As Han Shuo spoke, he pointed to the side, giving a hint.
"Alright, I guarantee I'll get the mission done!"
The fat man said happily, and hurriedly ran over, but he felt a little strange:
When? How did I become so natural at bloodletting? I didn't even hesitate just now...
"Boom, boom, boom."
He quickly ran to the car, and as soon as he turned on the ignition, the car started right away.
The fat man was surprised to find that the vehicles in the military base were quite different from those outside. The batteries were of excellent quality and could still be used normally even after being parked there for several months.
The roar of the car quickly attracted the zombies' attention. The fat man dared not linger any longer, stepped on the gas, and drove off.
"Okay, okay, okay, don't be nervous, don't be nervous, my name is Not Nervous, no, my name is Wu Chengbin."
"My father once said that those who achieve great things are skilled in both literature and martial arts."
The fat man felt a bit panicked, but he kept reassuring himself and slowly drove along the route in his mind.
In just a short while, countless zombies followed the car in groups. He couldn't drive too fast, or it would backfire. If the car got too far away from the zombies, they might turn around and leave.
"Or should I bleed a little on the way?"
Suddenly, the fat man thought of the question again, and quickly shook his head, banishing the wicked thought from his mind.
"I don't have that kind of hobby..."
"Bang! Bang!"
This time, he was smarter and fired two shots directly out the window.
The effect was too good; zombies swarmed in from all directions, scaring the fat man into speeding up the car and accidentally knocking away several zombies in front of him.
So far, the first step has gone very smoothly.
Just as the fat man was driving his car to attract the zombies, Han Shuo, who was behind the dormitory building, was also ready.
Nodding to Li Shurou, the two immediately set off to do their respective tasks.
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