Chapter 5 Collect Points

Harry fastened the seat belt and opened his property panel again.

Open the property panel:

Physical strength: 2

Strength: 2

Agility: 2

Endurance: 2

Token: 0

Before entering the car, Harry had consumed all his points. Now the only way to get more points was to kill more zombies.

He had to survive this doomsday with food and water.

"Where is the nearest place with food and water? And the road is in good condition?" Harry asked in his mind.

In just two seconds, Alpha Dog replied:

"There is a large-scale shopping mall 25 kilometers away. The food warehouse is on the fourth floor. The road condition is average, with some abandoned cars blocking the road. And there is a five-star international hotel 35 kilometers away, which is empty and the road is in good condition."

Harry had to say that Alpha Dog was indeed a good device who could answer whatever he asked!

Harry decided to go to a large shopping mall. After all, it had a food warehouse which he needed. Moreover, the large shopping mall had a wide front and back door. Even if zombies attacked him, he could get on the car quickly.

Just when he was about to press the start button.

A commotion came from behind.

Through the rearview mirror of the armored car, Harry saw dozens of policemen in combat uniforms jumping out of a car.

"Shoot!" A leader-like man waved his hand.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The policeman began to shoot at zombies who were wandering on the street.

Strange?

Their bullets didn't kill the zombies. Instead, more zombies appeared nearby because of the gunshot. They swarmed from every community, street, school

In an instant, the whole road was crowded with zombies.

Some zombies with bullet holes on them were still ferocious, sticking out their scarlet tongues and waving their hands

"What's going on? We can't kill them, and there are more and more zombies. What should we do?"

One policeman screamed.

They retreated as they fought, sometimes screaming in panic.

The crazy zombies saw their food the armed policemen, flooding from all directions.

Looking at the panicked police officers, Harry shook his head.

Based on his one-week hunting experience, if one wanted to kill a zombie, he had to aim at the zombie's head, at least for now.

These policemen had been shooting, but not accurate shooting, so it was useless.

Soon, the zombies besieged them, and everything returned to peace. Only the smoke from the barrel of the gun after the shooting was still floating above the head of the zombies.

A group of zombies was sharing a bloody meal. Those who were bitten joined them.

The scene was bloody and horrible!

Harry sneered. It's been a week. Even I, who worked alone, knew that one had to kill a zombie by shooting its head. But they

He shook his head helplessly again.

"Boss, zombie group... Run!"

James, who was sitting in the passenger seat, saw this scene from the rearview mirror. He was frightened and hurried to urge Harry to leave.

"Run? Now is the best time for us to attack. Sit down and prepare the machine guns."

Seeing so many zombies, Harry didn't panic but was excited. It was a good opportunity to get points.

He stepped on the gas and the armored car rushed to the zombies like a fierce tiger.

"Howl... Howl..."

Hearing the engine, all zombies quickly approached them.

Under the control of Harry, the armored car rampaged through zombies, crushing them into a pile of muddy flesh. Although there was no scream, the clear bone-cracking sound could be heard.

More and more zombies came to surround them. They didn't even have the awareness of death, and walked towards them one after another, waving their hands.

"Prepare to shoot. Be careful. Shoot the heads. Don't waste the bullets." Harry asked the two snipers to fire.

"Da... Da... Da"

James and Cook looked at each other and fired at the same time.

Blood splattered in all directions, and heads flew in all directions. Those who were not shot in the head turned into muddy flesh under the wheels of the armored car.

The system kept sounding and the points were accumulating.

"Kill one zombie, point+1"

"Kill one zombie, point+1"

"Kill one zombie..."

Soon, there were only a few zombies left in the center of the street.

"Great! That's great! Ha-ha"

James and Cook fired as much as they could. Looking at the slightly red gun barrel, they felt excited as if they were the winners of the battlefield.

Bang! Bang!

The door of the car rang two times.

"Help! Help me! Are you an armed policeman who comes to save us?"

From the rearview mirror, Harry saw a young man with red hair and bloodstains. The tiger tattoo on his upper body was particularly dazzling.

When he saw the armored car, he naturally thought it was the car of the rescue team, so he urgently asked for help.

He must be a survivor in the dead.

"Boss, someone is asking for help. Do you want to open the door?"

Cook asked for Harry's opinion.

"How can we save him? Don't you know that our food and water are limited? Look at that guy's tiger tattoo and red hair. He is no good."

James yelled at Cook.

Hearing what James said, Harry didn't reply.

It was not that Harry didn't want to help him, but they were also in danger and could barely protect themselves. Moreover, the zombies were getting closer and closer. Once the car door was opened, the consequences would be unimaginable.

There were too many people asking for help on this doomsday!

"Keep shooting the heads. Don't waste any bullets."

Harry saw another group of zombies surround them.

"Okay, Cook, let's cross shoot."

James used to be a soldier, so he immediately reminded Cook of the shooting method.

"Da... Da... Da"

The two machine guns fired at the same time, and the dense bullets flew away. The brains of the first zombies broke out and splashed all over their companions. After the zombies were shot on the heads, they waved their hands and slowly fell.

Seeing that there were dozens of zombies chasing after them, Harry quickly backed the car.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Cheez"

The crisp sound of bones crushing, friction between the wheel and the body, was creepy

The car windows were covered by splashed blood.

The system kept sounding and the points were accumulating.

"Kill one zombie, point +1"

"Kill one zombie, point +1"

"Kill one zombie..."

"It's almost done. Stop shooting, save bullets, and use your pistols."

Seeing that there were not many zombies left, Harry immediately stopped James and Cook who were obsessed with shooting.