Chapter 82 p1: Revenge
“F***, it’s zombies again. They made me come here to fish out bodies in the middle of the night. Why don’t they go down?”
The frogman emerged from under the water, dragged the body to the shore with a grappling hook, but the power in the engine room was not restored.
A patrol member tried to operate it for a while.
“Let’s get someone from the engineering department to take a look tomorrow.”
“Then what about tonight?”
“What do you mean, what about tonight? Everyone is asleep, what else can we do! Anyway, those peasants don’t need electricity!”
The speaker was Captain Liang’s confidant, and he had also inherited his style of doing as little as possible.
“The Prophet must be asleep at this hour. Let’s go, let’s go back first. We can fix it tomorrow morning.”
The group of four packed up their things, got in the car, and were about to go back when the frogman fell behind again.
“Aiyo, wait for me. My stomach suddenly hurts a little.”
As he spoke, he ran into the pitch-black grass on the side of the road.
“F***ing lazy cows and lazy horses have a lot of shit and piss.”
The few soldiers cursed and sat in the car, smoking boredly and waiting for him. It was still the same man who had said he wanted to go back. Seeing that a cigarette was about to burn out, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground and shouted at the grass.
“Are you done yet?! If you can’t shit it out, you can just wait to feed the zombies when they come!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the tall and thin frogman in a hood came out of the woods and sat straight in the back seat.
“Drive.”
The man impatiently patted the dashboard.
The group sped towards the camp again.
The soldier on guard at the other end of the drawbridge saw the car lights on the mountain road from a distance and picked up his binoculars to take a look.
“It’s our people coming back. Let them through.”
A few patrol soldiers moved the roadblocks and opened the main gate for them. The Lynx terrain vehicle drove straight into the camp.
The man yawned. Most of the people in the camp were asleep, and it was quiet all around. Because of the power outage, the street was pitch black. Even the Red Cross, which was usually lit, was dark, like a dead city.
“It’s finally over. I can finally get a good sleep. Let’s go straight to the armory and put things away and go back to the barracks.”
The man cursed and jumped out of the car.
“F***ing open the door for me.”
As a place where weapons were stored, there were of course guards. Two soldiers were leaning against the door, drowsy. Hearing someone come, they quickly stood up straight. Seeing that it was Captain Liang’s confidant, they quickly smiled and opened the armory door for him.
“Yes, yes, you’ve worked hard, going out so late at night. If the Prophet knew, she would definitely praise you.”
There was a rule in the camp that all soldiers were not allowed to carry weapons when they were resting, so every time they finished a mission, they had to go back to the armory and hand in their guns for safekeeping.
In the guard’s extravagant praise, the man walked in with his head held high. Who didn’t know that Lorian had fallen? As the saying goes, a new ruler brings new courtiers. Now, the patrol team was all under Captain Liang’s control.
After they went in, they first tidied up their equipment. The man took off the assault rifle from his chest and also pulled out the handgun from his waist, took out the bullets, and placed them on the table one by one.
He turned his head. The other two team members were almost done. Only the frogman was still moving slowly, and was even slowly wiping the handgun in his hand and putting a silencer on it.
He vaguely remembered that he had been Lorian’s subordinate and had not been on good terms with them. Looking at his movements, he felt a little strange. He walked over and said irritably.
“What are you doing?! Your movements are so… slow…”
He was halfway through his sentence when a cold light flashed before his eyes. He suddenly felt a chill in his throat and could no longer speak. He covered his neck, and a large amount of blood flowed out from between his fingers.
The man’s eyes were open, and he fell backward with a look of unwillingness.
The other two soldiers behind him also heard the noise. Before they could take out their weapons, the frogman had already aimed his gun at them and pulled the trigger with a blank expression.
A single bullet passed through the two of them. Who let them stand in a straight line?
In the splash of blood, the frogman took off his mask. It was Wen Zhao.
She had noticed that every time the vehicles that went out of the camp came back, they would drive here when she was working in the engineering department.
Once, she had pretended to be passing by and stood at the door. She happened to see a soldier go in and come out without his gun. She must have put her weapon here.
She had wanted to take a few more glances but was quickly driven away by the guards. With such heavy security, it must be the armory.
Successfully infiltrating the armory was the first step of her plan tonight.
And her revenge would also begin here.
Wen Zhao’s gaze swept over the well-equipped weapons in the armory. Not only were there common handguns, rifles, and submachine guns, but there were also sniper rifles, and even the latest model of machine guns and grenades that had just been issued to the troops before the apocalypse.
She increasingly felt that Qingshan’s story about the survivor base falling might have another side to it.
Wen Zhao only hesitated for a second before she put down the heavy weapon with its cold metal sheen. It was too noisy to use and not suitable for special operations.
It was just that she couldn’t take such a good thing with her, and she couldn’t leave it for this group of people in the camp. Wen Zhao looked around. Fortunately, this was an armory, and there was everything.
She took a few grenades from the table, held the handle tightly, and pulled the pin. She inserted a pin into the hole of the pin to hold it, then picked up a military dagger and sawed off the handle of the grenade. She then found some fishing line from under the table, tied one end of the fishing line to the gun mount, and the other end to the grenade, and fixed it to a table leg that was not easy to notice.
Wen Zhao also made several more bombs in the same way and placed them in various corners of the armory. This way, if her tracks were accidentally discovered, once someone wanted to rush into the armory to get equipment, it would inevitably trigger the bombs and cause an explosion. In addition, the armory stored a large number of weapons and ammunition, and the chain reaction it caused would be enough to blow this whole area to the sky.
She took the sniper rifle from the table, loaded it, and also put on a silencer. She also put a handgun in the holster at her waist. Finally, she picked up a shotgun, grabbed a large handful of bullets and stuffed them into her pocket, and then took a few more grenades and hung them on her body. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a familiar scabbard on the innermost wall out of the corner of her eye. Wen Zhao walked over and took down the Mountain Stream Snow.
The peace knot that Little Zao had personally made for her was still tied on it, and the strap that Grandma had sewn for her was also there, but the bloodstains on it had already turned dark red. Wen Zhao held the scabbard tightly.
It was time to take back everything that belonged to her.
Perhaps they had been in there for too long. The two guards at the door finally noticed that something was wrong. They opened the door with their guns and saw the man lying in a pool of blood at a glance.
Before he could cry out, his neck was grabbed. Wen Zhao used a little force with her right hand and twisted his cervical spine. The man fell limply.
At the same time, the Mountain Stream Snow in her left hand had also accurately pierced the other soldier’s body.
He opened his eyes as if he had seen the most terrifying thing and fell down with a look of unwillingness.
Wen Zhao pulled out the knife, and fresh blood also splashed on her face. She looked up from the darkness, but this was not enough, far from enough.
Wen Zhao turned around and gently closed the door.
There were still soldiers on guard in the courtyard outside. Seeing her come out of the armory alone, they instantly drew their guns from their waists.
“What… person?”
Before he could finish, Wen Zhao had already raised her gun and pulled the trigger at his head. Before the other few soldiers could react, Wen Zhao quickly turned around, drew her handgun, and a mist of blood flew.
A soldier who had fallen to the ground was still struggling to reach for the signal flare in his pocket. A dark muzzle was already pressed against his head.
“Tell me, where does your Prophet live?”
The soldier’s lips moved, his eyes resolute.
“You… you are not worthy to see…”
Wen Zhao pulled the trigger with a blank expression and stood up.
A silent slaughter had just begun.
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