If the time was not wrong, it should be 2041 hours when it all started going south.
Tang Ling clearly remembered that everyone on the Fierce Dragon Squad was working together to clean up the garage. Garage No. 19 was left with less than 30 zombies before they could call it a day.
However, at that exact moment, a dozen more zombies swarmed in through the biggest north entrance without any signs.
No one was bothered at first since they could get more crystals with a dozen extra kills.
Three minutes later, a hundred more zombies swarmed in, and it was at that moment that Tang Ling felt something had gone wrong. The faint sense of danger that lingered in his heart suddenly became clear like an icy-cold hand squeezing his heart all of a sudden.