Chapter 514: Mutated zombie emitting black gas

"Just leading them back is too simple. Leave it to me!"

Qi Xiaoshuai didn't even hesitate before replying. To put it bluntly, Big Guys were just zombies. As long as it was about luring zombies, he had confidence.

*Rustle. *

Qi Xiaoshuai ran out and bumped into someone. The person was holding a large pile of clothes that scattered all over the ground.

"Sorry, sorry..."

As a former delivery guy, he immediately recalled some unpleasantness regarding the clothes scattered on the ground and apologized repeatedly, squatting down to help pick them up.

Pan Ru rubbed her arm and said hurriedly: "It's okay, it's okay. Handsome, you go ahead and get busy. I'll handle this."

"This is... Xiaoshuai, you go ahead. Let us handle this."

Zhang Su took one look and understood what was going on. He let Qi Xiaoshuai go about his business, and several companions nearby stepped forward to help Pan Ru pick up the clothes.

"Brother Zhang... I saw that everyone's clothes were torn, so I brought some over. There are all kinds of sizes."

Pan Ru held her arms, carrying at least twenty or thirty pieces of various winter clothing.

"Ha, I actually need some. Beauty, where did these come from?"

Lu Yubo walked up happily. He was wearing a bulletproof vest, and others didn't know what that thing was; it looked very strange.

Hearing that there were new clothes, many people gathered around. The combatants at the Le Gou mall were basically in rags, and only the people from the King of Hell Legion were slightly better off...

"These supplies are very abundant, but they were all locked up by Liao Youzhi before. That... let everyone choose for themselves."

Pan Ru realized that picking up the clothes was purely redundant; it was better to put them on the ground and let everyone choose.

As a mall, it would be outrageous if Le Gou didn't have clothing brands, but these resources had been controlled by Liao Youzhi before, and ordinary members couldn't touch them at all; only combatants had the qualification to enjoy them.

"You're thoughtful." Zhang Su nodded at Pan Ru.

Pan Ru smiled embarrassedly and said: "Everyone is fighting bravely; this is what I can do."

"Come on, everyone except the brothers of the King of Hell Legion, come up and pick clothes. You guys come with me!"

Zhang Su waved his hand. The situation was urgent, and there was no time to delay.

Lu Yubo had already taken a down jacket. Hearing Zhang Su's call, he threw it over himself and made a face at Wu Lue, who was a beat slow and hadn't managed to get clothes yet, looking very smug.

"How much ammunition do you have left?"

Zhang Su pointed to everyone's guns and asked. Flame-throwing zombies could deal with Big Guys, but the power of flame-throwing zombies was too strong and would cause irreversible damage to the environment. If they could kill the Big Guys with firearms, that would be best.

Chen Hanzhou shook his hands to show they were empty.

"Brother Su, I have about twenty bullets left."

Wang Xin was still holding a bottle of disinfectant; he had been bandaging wounds with Zhang Ya earlier.

"I only have... at most ten."

Zhao Dezhu unloaded the magazine, weighed it, and said with a withered expression.

"Mr. Zhang, my gun hasn't been fired, the bullets are full, and there are three full magazines here."

Yu Wen walked over from the clothing selection area. Very rarely, he didn't respond to the call immediately, but insisted on finding a piece of clothing to drape over himself—not because he was cold, but because his image was too pathetic.

Other combatants having torn jackets gave people the feeling of being brave in battle, and being in a sorry state was a different kind of "medal of honor," but as the former temporary commander, his image didn't allow for such a state.

"Brother Su, my bullets are also full."

Lu Yubo patted the tactical belt at his waist.

"And me!"

"Me too..."

Jia Shiqin, Zhang Ya, and several others also indicated they had bullets.

"It seems only Old Tan used up all his bullets here... Fine, you guys share the bullets and come downstairs with me. We'll kill the Big Guys together in a moment!"

"Big Guys, what are those? Come, Sister Tan, I'll give you two magazines."

Lu Yubo asked curiously while handing two magazines to Tan Huajun, being very eager toward his prospective mother-in-law, though the day to change his address hadn't arrived yet.

"My gun also has bullets, Brother Zhang. I want to go too!"

Although Zhang Xin was picking clothes, his ears had been glued to Zhang Su's side. Hearing their arrangement, he immediately volunteered. He had survived such difficult battles; how could he miss the opportunity to fight side-by-side with the King of Hell?

"Me too, my gun has bullets!"

Wu Daqiang and several other combatants under Li Zongkai heard Zhang Xin shouting and, combined with the previous news, knew clearly what Zhang Su was taking people to do, so they raised their hands one after another.

"We're going to kill that Big Guy zombie, right? I still have a gun upstairs; I'll go get it right now!"

Wu Baokang put on a down jacket, zipped it up, and ran off, afraid that if he was slow, there wouldn't be a spot for him.

Before, when facing zombies, everyone had more or less fear in their hearts, but at this moment, facing the King of Hell organizing a group, everyone was very enthusiastic. It was a very strange psychology, as if as long as they followed this man in front of them, there was no battle they couldn't win.

"I want to go too, share some bullets with me!"

Zheng Xinyu stood up after bandaging a wounded person. If there was a fight, she didn't want to stay in the second line.

Tachibana Mai-Sakura stood silently in the ranks. She didn't use a gun, but she definitely wouldn't be absent.

Zhang Su took a look around. The people who had been in a sorry state earlier had greatly improved their mental outlook after changing clothes. He nodded and said: "Fine, with so many people together, there will definitely be no problem. Let's go, let's solve the final trouble! That, Zhuzi, you don't go..."

"Holy crap, why... what's wrong?"

Zhao Dezhu was very depressed, but seeing Zhang Su winking at him, he hurriedly stopped his voice and followed him to the side.

"You need to stay here to hold the fort. I just took a rough look, there are at least seven brothers who were bitten. Once they turn, you need to be decisive, you know?"

Zhang Su whispered to Zhao Dezhu.

Zhao Dezhu realized, but he was still a bit unhappy, quietly pouting at Tachibana Mai-Sakura: "That woman is ruthless; it's better if you let her stay... wait, she seems to have heard."

He discovered that Tachibana Mai-Sakura was looking at him with a strange gaze; her expression clearly showed she knew he was badmouthing her.

"I think you're more reliable, okay? It's you. Don't dawdle, hurry up and finish things here, and strive to go to the barracks early!"

"Of course I'm reliable. What? I was still thinking I could go back in a moment, and I even forgot about Old Li's side. Really..."

Zhao Dezhu was quite happy to hear Zhang Su praise him, but the next sentence made him dumbfounded on the spot. He really wanted to go back to Tianmayu quickly to see his wife.

Soon, more than twenty people carrying guns walked downstairs. Some people whose bullets had clearly run out, and who hadn't been replenished because the models were special, also mixed into the team. Looking from afar, it was still better than staying upstairs.

"A lot of people died in the previous battle..." "Yeah, at least a dozen brothers were left here forever."

The tragic scene on the first floor came into view again, causing many people to sigh repeatedly. The experience of half an hour ago felt as long as half a century; it was truly hard to bear.

Zhang Su slowed his pace, his gaze sweeping over the corpses. Which were zombies and which were combatants was clear at a glance. He didn't know whose movements were so fast, but they had already finished off the heads of the dead combatants. It was definitely the King of Hell Legion; that wound location was their old tradition.

"After we solve the Big Guy, we'll find the remains of our heroic brothers and arrange a decent collective funeral for them later!"

Zhang Su pointed to the ground and said.

"Mr. Zhang, we can find a treasure land near Tianmayu to specifically bury the warriors who died heroically, to comfort their spirits."

Yu Wen suggested; he was best at these things.

"Teacher Yu's suggestion is very good, let's do it that way. But for now, let's go solve the trouble!"

Zhang Su immediately made the decision to agree.

From the expressions on the faces of the people around, it could be seen that everyone felt comforted by this proposal.

In their existing knowledge, they didn't understand the afterlife, but the move to respect the heroes could inspire the living. Of course, it was best to be remembered by future generations; who would want to die in obscurity?

The group came to the broken curtain wall of the mall and asked the brother on watch; there was no movement for the time being.

Zhang Su assigned and deployed personnel to various positions, building a very reasonable firepower net. More than twenty guns were aimed at the alley entrances on both sides of the office building opposite.

And those few thugs without bullets didn't dare to hide it at the last moment and hurriedly told the truth that they had no bullets. Zhang Su felt very speechless. Damn, once there are too many people, there are all kinds of players. Fortunately, with the addition of three gun experts—Tan Huajun, Yu Wen, and Wu Baokang—the task of shooting the six Big Guys was considered guaranteed! *Boom, boom. *

The box truck, with its front dented and cargo container damaged, started and backed out, and broken construction debris fell all over the ground.

Zhang Su tried to turn the cargo container, but for some reason, it was already malfunctioning. He had to adjust the direction of the vehicle body, letting the opening face the office building. This was the final insurance. If, in the one-in-a-million chance that the firearms failed to kill the Big Guy, there was still the flame-throwing zombie to step in.

Everything was ready. He took out the walkie-talkie and didn't speak directly, but pressed the talk button first and waited quietly. He wasn't sure if Qi Xiaoshuai was in danger. If it was quiet enough, a little bit of noise would be enough to attract Qi Xiaoshuai's attention.

Sure enough, a moment later, Qi Xiaoshuai replied in a low voice: "Brother Su, how are things on your end? These Big Guys really intend to go to the kindergarten. I've already interfered with them once, and they're circling around in front!"

"We're ready here. Bring them over. Be careful, don't do any unnecessary movements, don't get entangled in battle, don't be greedy. If you kill a few Big Guys, I'll count it as your first merit!"

Zhang Su gave a few extra instructions, not fearing the trouble. He knew that fellow Qi Xiaoshuai loved to show off; he didn't want him to see the dozens of people here standing in battle formation and insist on putting on a performance for everyone. If he pulled it off, there would be nothing to say, but if he made a fool of himself, it would be a disaster.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I know!"

Qi Xiaoshuai said, stuffed the walkie-talkie back into his bag, and gently pulled the zipper. At this moment, he was hiding in a withered green belt, with a thin layer of white snow beside him.

"A few stupid guys, come with Grandpa."

He stood up, habitually patted the dust off his body, and just as his front foot stepped out of the green belt, his mouth curled, revealing an expression as if he had pulled a muscle.

The Big Guys were in the middle of a street, and he was beside the intersection, with a distance of about two hundred meters between them. This distance was very safe. He only needed to get close to about a hundred meters, make some noise, and then turn and run, and he would definitely be able to complete the mission smoothly.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Just as Qi Xiaoshuai was about to execute the mission, a leg suddenly poked out from the floor-to-ceiling glass window of a restaurant next to the Big Guys, followed by one after another. More than a dozen ordinary zombies appeared on the street, swaying their heads aimlessly left and right, then followed the Big Guys' pace and began to wander in place...

The situation in the city was much more complex than in the suburbs. You never knew where zombies might be locked up inside dense buildings. Even if you cleaned them repeatedly, there was a possibility of fish slipping through the net.

"Holy crap, this is really a pit..."

Qi Xiaoshuai really almost pulled a muscle. He hurriedly lay down again, his gaze looking toward the distance through the gaps in the fence, his expression very depressed.

Ordinary zombies were far worse than Big Guys in terms of attack power, but their speed was relatively fast. During the previous battle, Qi Xiaoshuai had silently compared them in his heart. He felt that if he ran at full speed, he should still be able to shake off ordinary zombies, but the advantage was no longer great.

The key was that he couldn't compare to zombies in terms of endurance. If something went wrong, he might be done for! "No... must ensure my own safety, and still complete the mission."

The weather was very cold, and the nervous Qi Xiaoshuai had a burst of warmth on his back, breaking out in a layer of fine sweat.

"I'm about 1,000 to 1,500 meters away from the Le Gou mall now. I'll start luring them from there in a moment. The zombies will start chasing at a speed slightly slower than mine, but my full-speed distance can only be maintained..."

Elementary school chasing math problems surfaced in his mind. Qi Xiaoshuai buried his head in the snow and wrote down simple calculations. Fortunately, when he was a delivery guy, he often calculated the delivery time of orders, so he was very good at this kind of problem and quickly reached a conclusion: No problem! "Come on, a bunch of stupid things! Oh, right..."

From a few stupid things to a bunch of stupid things, he felt he should greet the Le Gou mall side first.

"Hey, hey, Brother Su, the situation on my end has changed slightly. More than twenty ordinary zombies popped out of a restaurant. I'll take them together... No, wait a minute!"

Qi Xiaoshuai was reporting the situation when another leg stepped out of the restaurant where the ordinary zombies had just run out. It looked no different from an ordinary zombie, even slightly thinner, but a strange scene appeared.

Faint black mist was drifting around this zombie! The drifting range of the black mist wasn't wide; centered on the zombie, it lingered around it for about one meter. From a distance, it looked like a dome-shaped black cover more than two meters high and over three meters in diameter, with black gas churning and curling at the edges, like waves.

Qi Xiaoshuai wasn't Zhang Su and couldn't see so many details, but he also knew this zombie had a big problem!

"Hey, Xiaoshuai, what's wrong on your end?"

Zhang Su asked with a grave tone.

"I..." Qi Xiaoshuai adjusted his prone posture and then said: "I see a mutated zombie!"

"Aren't Big Guys mutated zombies? What's... wait, you mean a real mutated zombie?"

Zhang Su instantly understood what Qi Xiaoshuai meant. To put it bluntly, Big Guys were just slightly stronger than ordinary zombies. Compared to petrified skin, venom, and flame-throwing zombies, there was still a difference.

"Right, right, this zombie is emitting black gas all over, as if it hasn't bathed in a hundred years..."

Subsequently, Qi Xiaoshuai roughly described the situation of the black gas zombie. In the process, he stared at the group of zombies in front and discovered a strange phenomenon: the previous ordinary zombies and Big Guys were all gathered around the black gas zombie, but they just wouldn't enter the black gas range.

It really looked like what he said: the other zombies were so smoked by the black mist that they didn't want to get close...

"A mutated zombie that came out of a restaurant, emitting black gas, what the hell is this?"

"According to previous theories, mutated zombies change according to their surrounding environment. Xiao Qi said the zombie came out of a restaurant. If no one scavenged the restaurant after the disaster, the ingredients stored inside would probably all be corroded. This is a moldy zombie!"

"Uncle Zhuzi, it has to be you. No one can beat this imagination..."

"What's in a restaurant that can emit black gas? Coal?"

Zhang Su's group gathered together, their faces filled with doubt, guessing the possibility of the mutated zombie's special abilities.

Every mutated zombie was worth treating seriously. Regardless of its utility value, figuring out the danger was also very critical, otherwise, you wouldn't even know how you died!

"Xiaoshuai, are there any other special situations? Can you roughly figure out the black gas zombie's ability?"

Zhang Su decided to ask again.

"No way, Brother Su. It's too dark. If I go any further, I'll lure them. How about I lead them back, and we study them after we kill them..."

The sky was dim, and Qi Xiaoshuai didn't have Zhang Su's super vision, so he was really in a bit of a bind.

Zhang Su also knew his request was a bit difficult, so he said: "Fine, execute the mission. Leave the rest to us. Run fast, pay attention to safety!"

After speaking, Zhang Su made a gesture to the people around: "Be ready, open fire immediately after Qi Xiaoshuai returns. Aim for the head, don't waste bullets!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 515 =====