Chapter 41: Fierce Battle

"Spit it out already!" At this point, Qian Yu was on the absolute edge of losing control.

"That old bastard got us all killed—what’s he gained from it????"

Upon hearing this, Qian Yu’s grip on the radio suddenly tightened, his brow furrowing—he’d initially assumed Tang Hai was trying to use the air raid siren to lure all survivors to their deaths so he could loot their supplies.

But now he realized: if everyone ran out and died outside, Tang Hai had no reason to lure them into his shelter—he could just wait quietly until they all perished, then come out and pick up the leftovers, since no one could escape the fog anyway.

Realizing this, Qian Yu’s frown deepened—he suddenly grasped an even more terrifying possibility.

Click!

Qian Yu trembled violently, his eyes glazed over, and he screamed into the radio: "Fuck his mother! This bastard wants to use all of us as bait to draw the monsters away so he can escape himself!!"

Hearing this, everyone in the convoy felt their blood turn cold.

Gathering all the survivors to use them as bait for the monsters in the fog, then seizing the chance to flee himself—what an utterly ruthless plan!

The stone blocks and barricades at the entrance were all just decoys—meant to make them run!

"Fuck!"

Qian Yu gritted his teeth in rage, finally understanding—he was furious and made an instant decision: "Let’s turn around! We’re going to ambush him! Even if I die, I won’t let that bastard walk away unscathed!"

Though his words were brutal, Qian Yu was actually very clever.

He knew that the farther they ran now, the more they’d be helping Tang Hai—and at night, in this thick fog, their chances of survival were nearly zero.

But if they turned back, they might catch Tang Hai off guard—the more chaos there was, the better their chance to break out!

At all costs, they couldn’t let those bastards use them to lure the monsters away.

Skrrrt!

At his command, every vehicle in the convoy sharply turned around at the intersection.

The other convoys following behind were thrown into panic—some frantically followed, others scattered wildly into the streets, as if each was trying to save themselves alone.

Meanwhile, as the horde was lured deeper into town, the lookout station had become a slaughterhouse soaked in blood.

Suddenly, a freight electric locomotive slowly emerged from the fog, pulling several passenger cars loaded with supplies; its doors opened, and over a dozen armed gunmen who had been lying in wait stepped out to systematically eliminate the remaining zombies in the station.

Tap! Tap-tap!

Several military jeeps approached from another direction—these people clearly had prepared in advance, and upon exiting their vehicles, immediately began clearing the battlefield.

Tang Hai and Feng Yuming emerged from a secret underground facility via a small elevator.

Gazing at the horrific scene in the courtyard, Tang Hai looked worried and quickly ordered: "You—grab whatever you can, and load those vehicles right away!"

"Hurry up!!"

The locomotive pulled several flatbed cars equipped with chains, specifically designed to transport automobiles.

In an instant, everyone scrambled into action; Tang Hai, as the former station chief of Beiwang Station, directed the loading of the supply vehicles onto the train with expert precision.

"Where are those two?" Feng Yuming asked several of his men.

"We couldn’t find them," replied the armed men who had swept through the bunker. "Boss Feng, we’ve taken care of the useless bastards inside."

To convince the other convoys, Tang Hai had deliberately left some of his own elderly, weak, and womenfolk inside the bunker to dispel any suspicion.

After all, he and Feng Yuming were hiding in another underground chamber, while his men split into two groups and lay in ambush—aiming to exploit the fog for a devastating strike and divert the blame elsewhere while they slipped away unnoticed!

Tang Hai turned to look at Feng Yuming.

"Couldn’t find them? Could they have followed us out?"

Feng Yuming glanced back at the open bunker door, his eyes flickering: "I’ll go check."

"Alright!"

But just as they were about to execute their grand escape, a distant roar of an engine suddenly made Tang Hai’s face turn pale.

"Shit, Yuming! Those bastards are coming back!" Tang Hai shouted, and everyone immediately swung their weapons around. Boom!

A massive truck’s orange headlights pierced through the fog, its windshield and bullbar caked with zombie limbs and debris as it roared back into the station!

Tap-tap-tap!

Feng Yuming’s men opened fire immediately, but the Black Cobra convoy didn’t hold back—they charged forward in fury, gun barrels protruding from windows, returning fire.

"Leave not a single one alive—kill them all!"

Qian Yu roared into his radio.

"Yuming, watch out!" Tang Hai, sensing danger, ordered his men to open fire as well.

Meanwhile, the scattered convoys that had followed also surged into the station; Lou Ye and Lou Shasha drove a pickup truck into the hillside from one side.

"Brother, they’ve got a train!"

Shasha pointed ahead, shouting; Lou Ye stomped the accelerator, preparing to charge onto the tracks—but Tang Hai’s dozen gunmen opened fire, raining bullets down, forcing him to swerve violently and circle back into the courtyard.

Ugh!

Zombies and zombie dogs lunged ferociously; Lou Shasha yanked a modified switch beneath her seat, causing several sharp spikes to erupt from the pickup’s sides, instantly clearing the zombies clinging to the vehicle.

"Brother, drive carefully—I’m going to find Sister Kiki!"

Instantly, both sides unleashed a torrent of gunfire, while countless zombies and zombie dogs poured endlessly from the surrounding black fog—the scene erupted into utter chaos!

Outnumbering Tang Hai’s group, the Black Cobra convoy caught them off guard with sheer firepower, and the tide quickly turned decisively in their favor—Feng Yuming was shot down in the crossfire.

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"You dare play games with me? I knew you were suspicious from the start!"

Qian Yu stepped forward, stomping his boot onto Feng Yuming’s chest, his eyes icy as he raised his pistol and fired a brutal shot straight through his head!

Boom!

He then looked up and saw Tang Hai had already loaded many vehicles onto the train—he instantly understood the man’s plan.

"Think you can run? Not a chance! Lao Ying, take him out!"

To stop Tang Hai, Qian Yu immediately prepared to jump into his vehicle. But as he saw the convoy slowly being swallowed by the zombie horde, he began to calculate—if he could seize Tang Hai’s train and escape, he might still have a slim chance of survival; all other supplies meant nothing compared to his life!

Splat!

Just as Qian Yu was about to climb in, a dull, wet thud echoed behind him—he spun around in shock to see Lao Ying facing him, a black claw piercing straight through his chest, blood frothing from his mouth, his eyes wide with terror, unable to utter a sound!

"Who were you saying you wanted to kill?"

A hoarse voice came from behind Lao Ying; the black claw slowly withdrew, revealing a grotesquely grinning face before Qian Yu.

Feng Yuming!

Feng Yuming now had one arm transformed into a black insectile claw, half his face sunken, two sharp spines protruding from his scalp—he no longer looked human at all!

"You!!!"

Qian Yu’s mind went blank—he’d just shot this man in the head!

Only now did he realize: this guy was an ability user!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Qian Yu reflexively drew his pistol and emptied the entire magazine—but Feng Yuming raised his black, chitinous claw to shield his face and chest; the bullets struck like they were hitting steel, sparks flying, leaving not a single wound.

"Quick! Kill him!"

Panicking, Qian Yu shouted for his surrounding gunmen to open fire on Feng Yuming.

Tap-tap-tap!

A barrage of gunfire—but not a single bullet hit Feng Yuming.

Qian Yu stared in horror as a cold sensation spread across his chest—he turned around to see the fat leader of the other convoy, who had been standing behind him, now aiming a dark gun barrel directly at him, his gaze sinister.

Boom!

A bullet struck Qian Yu between the eyes; his vision went black, his eyes filled with unyielding rage as he collapsed.

Meanwhile, dozens of Qian Yu’s men still fighting zombies were suddenly ambushed by another wave of gunfire; with their leader dead, they were quickly overwhelmed.

Feng Yuming looked at the fat man and sneered, his twisted face contorted: "As planned—take half, and drive off with the rest."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fat man shot down a few zombies, his face pale, eyes wide with fear as he trembled and ordered his men:

"Get in the vehicles—we’re leaving!"

They had secretly formed an alliance: if they eliminated the Black Cobra convoy, the fat man would claim half their weapons and supplies.

Facing the endless horde, the fat man had no idea if he’d survive the night—but seeing Feng Yuming transform into a monster and kill Lao Ying, he had no choice but to gamble.

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(End of Chapter)