Chapter 109: Chapter 76: Guns in Hand, Follow Me—Sweep B-7! If we can avoid a direct confrontation with this Fusion Body, all the better.
But he had a vague feeling that the monster had already set its sights on him and wouldn’t give up easily.
"Now it’s a race against time to see if it evolves faster, or if we organize our defense line first!"
A sense of urgency surged like a tide, and Cheng Ye immediately shouted orders, accelerating the three hundred-strong formation in an instant.
Whenever they encountered Infected Bodies along the way, there was no need for him to give commands; Long and Er Long on the flanks could lead the charge and take them down.
At the rear, Huang Sheng and Wu Zhihong also had some command capability and could lead the militia in evolving into eight-man tactical formations.
At first, everyone was still a bit scared, firing their guns.
After crossing a street and taking down dozens of Infected Bodies, only the sound of short knives plunging into flesh was left.
Cheng Ye’s steps were elusive, occasionally sliding past the fallen Infected Bodies.
A pleasant alert sounded in his ear.
[Detecting dispersion...]
[Successfully supplemented information rate: 0.07, 0.12, 0.15, 0.01...]
Even though three drones were circling above to assist with monitoring, alerting the team to avoid the infection waves, preventing ambushes, and calculating contribution distribution,
he was not at all worried that these actions would reveal anything unusual to others.
[Intern Collector ’Cheng Ye’ has reached 30% information acquisition progress!]
[Keep up the good work!]
"30%?"
Cheng Ye nodded slightly, the speed indeed much faster than before.
Absorbing consciousness might be quick in solo combat if the Infected Body dies.
But the issue lies in having to cut open the head of the Infected Body after its death to retrieve the source of infection.
No matter how skillful Zhu Xiang was, it couldn’t match the speed of thirty people working simultaneously.
"Almost there!"
Zone B-7 consisted of a total of seven streets, and no place was far away in a straight line.
The team charged forward, crashing through, and from afar they saw more than ten shady figures squatting in front of a shop, trying to pry open the door.
Seeing the approaching main force, those people turned to flee. Cheng Ye’s sharp eyes and quick hands pulled out a gun and shot.
Bam.
The bullet accurately hit the ground in front of the leader, and the scattering stones froze them in place out of fright.
"Capture them!"
Long immediately led people forward to restrain them, asking about their identity, "They’re from the pedestrian street and heard that there were equipments moved in here before, wanted to take them to protect themselves."
"Protect themselves?"
Cheng Ye smirked, never believing such nonsense again.
"Later, use them to lure the Fusion Body. If they survive, let them go; if not, they deserve death."
"Understood." Long raised both hands in agreement with Cheng Ye’s decision.
In wartime, wartime rules should apply.
If they were released and bore a grudge, at a critical moment against the Fusion Body, a couple of sneaky shots might ruin everything.
[Searching for nearby emergency ammo supply points...]
[Search successful, opening now!]
[Inspector Cheng Ye, your current remaining opening quota: ’3’]
The Defense Communication flashed a prompt.
The depot’s door, having been pried at for a long time, finally slowly lifted, releasing a strong smell of gun oil.
Cheng Ye glanced at the door panel, astonished to find it was solid anti-explosion steel, at least finger-width thick, no wonder those people couldn’t pry it open despite their efforts.
The people controlled by Long saw the door open and had a ghostly look on their faces.
"How... can he open it?"
"Shut up, or I’ll chop you up right here." Long stretched out a hand and slapped the speaker on the head without even looking, but his eyes were still fixed on the store inside.
With a rumbling sound, as the steel door fully lifted, the internal lights automatically illuminated.
Gasps echoed one after another, even Cheng Ye was stunned on the spot.
This was no ordinary emergency supply point; it was a compact, well-stocked armory!
Although Happiness City was a powerful industrial Shelter City, with weapons and ammo mass-produced to the point they were as cheap as cabbage, the sight here was still extraordinary for everyone.
At the entrance, five crates of defensive pistols were neatly arranged like tofu blocks, with each crate’s capacity of 45 pieces marked clearly on the side.
The frontmost wooden crate had been unsealed, and the pistols laying horizontally on top gleamed with a frosty blue light under the lamp, with their production serial numbers on the slide still shining with fresh grease, evidently new products just off the production line before the infection wave struck.