'This time? The leader is going to take action?'
Everyone was expectant, but dared not speak, because the leader hadn't said 'meeting over'.
"Brother Zhang, are you leading the team?" Old Gao handed the ledger back to Old Liang, "Should I go to the storeroom and fetch you a gun?"
Two local police stations' armories, along with the ammunition depots (separately managed), had recently been successfully opened.
But there were only five guns.
Being a detective, Zhang Feng knew well that a normal armory would typically have about ten handguns, and several of other types like assault rifles.
The shortage now was likely due to the fact that, in the early outbreak, the armory managers had taken some guns.
In the initial phase, as the transformed zombies increased, once gunshots rang out, they were basically surrounded.
"Any questions?"
Zhang Feng looked around at the people, "If there are no questions, then go get ready.
We'll set out in half an hour."
…
Ten minutes later.
