"Boss Matt, we listened to you when cleaning the sewers, but not here, right?" The burly gambler chuckled, feeling confident after exchanging opinions with the others.
Six of the eleven brutes in the sewers shared his thoughts; some had hesitated initially, but he had persuaded them.
Now there were seven of them, all eager to make a fortune. The jewelry stores and gold shops in this city were all prime spots for riches.
As for leaving the Dream City, even if they couldn't leave, reaching a safe place would make them rich, right?
Judging from the zombies' clothes and the surrounding environment, the living conditions here were undoubtedly good.
With money, where couldn't they live comfortably? Besides, would the Dream City never end?
Looting the shops in this lawless city with weapons was far safer than following that 'Corpse Thorn' to find some vaccine. The latter only required avoiding zombies, while following Thorn meant actively facing more dangers.
They were after money.
Greedy fools! Matt cursed inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged. He wouldn't hire anyone who wasn't greedy to clean the sewers.
How could anyone fight those monsters without being greedy? Back when any brave adult could easily take down those monsters, greed was a valuable trait.
But in this place, greed wasn't suited to the previous circumstances.
Matt said expressionlessly, "Since you've made your choice, don't regret it. After we leave here, we'll have nothing to do with each other."
The gambler quickly nodded, "Of course, we were all accidentally dragged into this."
Matt, holding his weapon without ammunition, went to consult Thorn again. He hadn't seen this kind of firearm before; although the usage was similar, it was better to learn more from a more professional.
Thorn was in a good mood. Four of the eleven rescued test subjects were willing to stay and help, while the rest, after expressing their gratitude, chose to leave the next day with their weapons, heading to the rendezvous point on the map.
Regardless of their choice, his efforts hadn't been in vain; those who chose to leave at least expressed their thanks.
Bai Mu fiddled with the gun in his hands. As a Chinese person, it would be embarrassing to go abroad without some shooting talent. This wasn't even going abroad; he hadn't fired a gun much before transmigrating, so why not have some fun now?
*Click*—
"Good move."
Thorn was slightly taken aback when he saw Bai Mu pull the bolt back, then praised him and continued explaining the gun to Matt beside him.
Gunman Eller listened attentively as well. He was a typical 'gold digger,' always looking for opportunities to make money.
Besides the three of them, the last person left was named Buddy. After Matt made his decision, Buddy made the same choice very decisively. Bai Mu suspected that there was something shady between him and Matt...
well, like an inside man.
The eleven brutes of the sewers were now completely divided. Bai Mu understood; people die for money, birds die for food, everyone was after wealth.
"It's getting late, everyone should go to sleep. I'll provide the bullets tomorrow." Thorn glanced at the time, then lay down on the sofa. He never let his gun out of his sight when he slept.
The others also found places to rest. The safe house wasn't small, but with twelve more men, it felt cramped. It wasn't cold, though; even sleeping on the floor was manageable.
Thorn had at least provided enough bedding, so the night wasn't too difficult, except some were too excited to sleep.
The next day, the gambler washed his face, looked at himself in the mirror, and beamed with excitement. His chance to strike it rich had arrived!
He'd been the one too excited to sleep the night before, spending the entire night planning his next move—the route, the strategy.
First, he needed to get equipment similar to Matt's, especially a backpack. In this dangerous city, ordinary sacks weren't practical; Thorn's tactical backpack was the best container.
Matt had provided enough food. Bai Mu picked up a bag of snacks that looked like Snickers and examined it. He hadn't seen the brand before, but the taste seemed alright.
In a city teeming with zombies, having food was a blessing.
The upcoming activities would be demanding, so eating plenty of high-calorie foods was a good idea.
"Boss Thorn, it's getting late, look…"
Seeing the somewhat impatient gambler, Thorn didn't say anything, but lifted the sofa where he had slept the night before. It was filled with ammunition. Thanks to Thorn's explanation yesterday, the gambler and his companions weren't unfamiliar with the ammunition.
At least they wouldn't make the embarrassing mistake of using the wrong ammunition.
"Take as much ammunition as you can. Good luck."
"Thank you, Boss Thorn! We'll definitely leave alive!"
The gambler eagerly began loading ammunition into the empty magazines; he hadn't yet been blinded by the impending windfall.
Compared to the gambler's eagerness, Bai Mu was much more casual, slowly stuffing ammunition into the magazines.
The gambler was eager to go treasure hunting, while those who chose to stay weren't in a hurry to set off immediately.
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Gunman Eller, doing the same thing, glanced at Bai Mu. He was certain Bai Mu hadn't handled firearms much. Although Bai Mu seemed quite talented while learning from Torn last night, there was still a difference between someone who frequently used firearms and someone who didn't.
As a gunman, he couldn't be so oblivious.
Seeing the barely suppressed smile on Bai Mu's face, Gunman Eller shook his head. This young man, was he really that excited after handling something he'd never encountered before?
Well, Eller was also excited about these firearms. He'd definitely collect a few after leaving the Dream City!
"Boss Torn, thank you for your help." The gambler, now ready, thanked him profusely and led his men away.
Once they were far from the safe house, the gambler and the others suppressed their excitement at their impending fortune and laughed. They hadn't lost their minds and forgotten Torn's warning.
Zombies have average eyesight during the day but excellent night vision, able to see things invisible to ordinary people. However, regardless of day or night, their hearing is excellent.
Therefore, when dealing with zombies, it's best not to make too much noise, and to wear protective gear on your arms and legs.
However, the infectious nature of zombies makes them very dangerous in close combat... relatively dangerous, but Thorn said that zombies aren't particularly fast, and as long as they're not surrounded, a normal person's chances of winning a one-on-one fight are not low.
"Should we take that car? I remember the car keys were still there when we got out yesterday," one of the team members suggested.
The gambler hesitated for a moment and asked the others, "Who among you can drive this car?"
"..." The others looked at each other. There are many wealthy people with cars in Rota City, but those cars are different from the cars here. They've seen cars running, but they've never driven one.
Besides, this would be considered stealing a car, and it wouldn't be good if Thorn found out.
"We can try to find another car,"
the gambler glanced back at the safe house and nodded, "Let's find another car."
Whether they can drive or not is another matter, a car is a very important means of transportation. Without a car, it will take them a long time to reach the rendezvous point, but with a car, it's a different story.
Although Thorn had imparted a lot of experience, the gambler's ideal plan was to complete the zero-dollar purchase and arrive at the rendezvous point on the same day.
Departing in the morning and arriving at the safe zone by night, they could completely escape this city filled with moving corpses. If White Curtain had accepted his invitation, this plan would have been easily realized.
But that guy was ungrateful, wanting to do something big with Thorn, like a hero searching for a vaccine. Didn't he realize when he entered the alternate dream that this guy was just a strong corpse from the sewers?
"Wait a minute!" The gambler's words startled the others in the group, who looked around warily.
When someone inadvertently pointed a gun at him, the gambler jolted and forcefully shoved the person: "What are you doing? Don't point that thing at me!!"
"This is my first time using this thing!" the person who was shoved retorted.
"Damn it! We'll wait until those corpses come out before using it for the first time. Don't forget what Thorn said about locking the safety!"
The gambler cursed as he pulled out a machete and pointed at a clothing store not far away. "Where do we go first? You guys aren't still thinking of wearing your clothes, are you?"
"Makes sense." The others looked at their 'hospital gowns.' Although they were equipped with protective gear, the clothes just didn't look right.
Arriving at the clothing store, they first cleaned the place to make sure there were no moving corpses before starting to look for clothes they liked.
The gambler rummaged through the shoes, a satisfied look on his face, but also a little puzzled. The shoes that guy named Bai Mu wore seemed somewhat similar to those here? And his clothes…
"Damn it, is that guy like Gunman too?" Thinking of this, the gambler felt a chill. Among the eleven brutes in the sewers, Gunman was looking for gold in the Dream of the Otherworld. If he hadn't encountered that strong corpse, he wouldn't have revealed himself.
Bai Mu was probably similar, wasn't he?
Damn it, no wonder Bai Mu stayed so readily. Thinking about this, the gambler felt a pang of regret. Should he have stayed with Thorn too?
"Why think so much? Let's get rich first! Whoever wants to stay in this lousy place can stay!" He tried on his new shoes, feeling quite pleased with them, and smiled. Then he started picking out other clothes.
By the time they emerged from the clothing store, they were practically 'modern people'.
They looked at the corpses wandering the streets, preparing to practice their skills so they wouldn't panic in case of an emergency. They'd already dealt with the sewer monsters; these moving corpses posed little threat.
They still carried their original equipment from Thorn's side, such as spears.
"How do these corpses survive?" someone in the group asked, puzzled.
The gambler pointed to some gnawed bones on the street: "Moving corpses are meat too."
"Now that you mention it, they have plenty of food."
The seven get-rich-quick buddies quietly killed a few zombies. They were all strong and robust, so dealing with a few zombies wasn't difficult. After dealing with these, they sped up.
These zombies were just insignificant stumbling blocks on their road to riches!
(End of this chapter)