Click.
Following that was another burst of gunfire.
Boom!
The hand grenade exploded, instantly tearing apart seven or eight zombies behind the door.
Green, thick liquid splattered all over the ground by the door, the door itself, and the walls, looking extremely disgusting.
The team coordinated well; while one reloaded their ammo, another would use a hand grenade for support.
Ten minutes later.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, mixed with a pungent odor like rotten eggs and sewers.
This smell emanated from the zombies in front of them.
"Bring the car over," Li Yu said to Dapao.
Then he picked up the magazine he had dropped on the ground earlier.
Dapao was soaked in sweat, despite the weather being less than 25 degrees Celsius, which made him sweat profusely.
He felt a lingering fear when he thought about the earlier situation—if he had gone in, if Li Yu hadn't reminded him, he might have been a goner.
