Flamethrower

Waldo gave a bitter smile and shook his head repeatedly.

"This idea is too bold, too impractical."

However, something that would completely change his perspective happened next!

In the next moment, a deafening roar!

A third-level zombie roared.

The sound was deafening, and all the zombies on the street heard it.

In an instant, the eyes of all the zombies turned bloodshot.

Regardless of whether they had noticed Waldo's sudden arrival before, they all suddenly became extremely frenzied.

Hundreds, even thousands of zombies, as if receiving a command, all rushed toward Waldo.

Roaring and howling!

Like a torrent, they rushed at lightning speed!

"What's going on!?" Waldo was bewildered for a moment.

Then, he suddenly reacted, his eyes widening.

"Oh my god, these third-level zombies really have intelligence? And it seems like a decent level of intelligence! More importantly, they can command other zombies!"