Ambush

When Zhou Meng heard the gunshots, the survivors in the cafeteria immediately had a glimmer of hope in their eyes. In China, the only people who have guns other than the police are the military, so rescue might have really arrived.

Seeing the people getting restless, Zhou Meng swept his fierce gaze over them: "All of you better behave! I'm in charge now. Anyone who dares make any moves will be fed to the dogs immediately!"

Everyone trembled and kept their mouths shut. Zhou Meng was clearly somewhat deranged. He had already killed several people, so the law no longer had much restraint over him. If anyone provoked him now, they could very likely suffer a terrible fate.

Zhou Meng listened carefully with his ears to the side. The gunshots were coming from the direction of the inpatient building. The sounds were not loud. If it was not so quiet late at night, he might not have even heard them.

"That's not right, Master. There shouldn't be any living people in the inpatient building. How could there be gunshots there? Could it really be that the police have come?" Zhao Xin spoke up anxiously by the side.

In the last two days, the things he and Zhou Meng had done would definitely lead to a dead end if they were caught by the police. Zhao Xin was somewhat afraid now.

Zhou Meng glared at him: "Nonsense! The police absolutely could not come here. Even if police did come, they wouldn't go directly into the inpatient building. It was likely some other people with guns."

Zhou Meng kept telling himself in his mind that the police were gone and there was nothing to be afraid of.

Luckily, the gunshots only lasted for a while before stopping, putting their minds slightly more at ease.

After passing an uneasy night, there was still no activity from the inpatient building the next morning. Only then did Zhou Meng feel somewhat relieved.

"Perhaps it was just someone who had a gun. But facing zombies, one or two guns are useless. They were definitely eaten."

He thought this to himself to boost his courage, but unimaginably, gunshots rang out vigorously again from the inpatient building direction at noon!

If it was just sporadic gunshots before, the gunshots now were continuous.

Zhou Meng counted from beginning to end, at least 200 shots had been fired upstairs!

"What...what's going on here? Even if it was the police, they wouldn't carry so many bullets on them!"

Zhao Xin said by the side: "Master, maybe it's not the police, but the military! Then we'll be saved."

Zhou Meng grabbed Zhao Xin's shirt collar fiercely: "Get smart! If it really is the military, we'd absolutely be finished. In times like these, if the military is here, they'd definitely enforce martial law. Based on what we did yesterday, we'd definitely be shot to death. And you're hoping for the military to come?"

"Ah! Then what do we do? I don't want to die!"

Zhou Meng spoke coldly, "Now there are only two options. One is to kill everyone here, so there's no one to leak what we did."

Zhao Xin hurriedly shook his head: "I don't dare. There are too many people. I can't do it. If they really fight us desperately, we might die too."

"Hmph! I knew you wouldn't dare. Then we can only use the second option - get these people to join our gang completely. If the people shooting really dare to come here and they don't have many people, we'll go all out and kill them all, grab their guns, and when that time comes, we'll really have gotten a foothold in this world."

"Rob...rob guns? Can that work?" Zhao Xin was dumbfounded.

"Why wouldn't it work? Don't forget we still have the Black Wolf. It's become extremely ferocious now. Just three or five ordinary people are not enough for it to finish in a few bites. Even if it's the police coming, or soldiers, if we ambush them, we have a good chance."

Zhao Xin looked at the giant Tibetan Mastiff next to them, stretching its tongue out and baring its sharp fangs, and his ambition also gradually grew.

"Keep an eye out for me. I estimate the people in the inpatient building will definitely come out soon. There's no food there so they can't stay for long. Report to me immediately if you see them come out."

After getting Zhao Xin to keep watch on the people, Zhou Meng brought the Tibetan Mastiff to the survivors.

He forcibly distributed weapons to everyone. There weren't many other things in the kitchen, but there were still quite a few knives and blade-like items. The dozen or so people present each received a knife.

"Remember this, no matter who comes, when I tell you to attack, you must attack. Otherwise, you'll all be killed and fed to the dogs!"

The crowd had already been scared out of their wits by Zhou Meng, and didn't dare disobey at all. They tremblingly held the knives and waited for the unknown fate to arrive.

As Zhou Meng expected, around 1 pm, several people walked out from the underground parking garage.

When Zhou Meng saw the clothing of these people, he couldn't help but gasp!

"Soldiers!"

Compared to running into soldiers, Zhou Meng would rather meet police officers. At the very least, the combat abilities of police were inferior to military personnel.

Police still had procedures to follow when handling cases. Even for murderers, they had to wait until after the trial to be executed. But soldiers didn't care about all that.

During battles, killing someone was extremely simple.

Zhao Xin even wanted to surrender at the first moment, but soon they saw hope again.

Because there were only five people on the other side.

Among them, four muscular men in military uniforms holding rifles - one look and you could tell they were battle-hardened veterans.

There was also a slightly thinner one wearing a crisp military uniform who looked to be a young military officer.

After all, officers use handguns right? Zhou Meng, who was ignorant about the military, could only make such a judgment.

"Master, only five people total. They're headed this way toward the cafeteria. What should we do?"

Zhou Meng's gaze was fixed tightly on Xiao Fan's group. He observed them while saying, "Don't be afraid. Look, they're using bayonets to kill all the zombies, which means they're out of bullets or have very few left. We have the advantage of preparation against their lack of preparation. We have a good chance."

"Then what if they come and knock on the door?"

Zhou Meng's eyeballs shifted slightly: "Absolutely do not open the door, but we can open a window to let everyone get ready. As long as two of them come inside, take action immediately and kill the two first before anything else!"

Zhou Meng was not so greedy as to want to take out all five soldiers in one go. That would likely be very difficult to accomplish. But with so many people and a mutated Tibetan Mastiff, killing two should still be achievable.

Taking out two people to grab their guns would be when they counterattack. Zhou Meng could already imagine himself with guns in this apocalypse, carving out his own world.

While thinking this, the five soldiers had arrived outside the cafeteria door.