Chapter 104: Don't Get Out, I'll Shoot You All

Chapter 104: Don't Get Out, I'll Shoot You All

South City Prison.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The heavy knocking startled the man awake inside the room.

He opened his eyes and cursed, "What the hell? Who's banging on the door like that?"

"Brother Long, the woman from the auto repair shop who wanted to trade guns sent word. She said they'll be here by noon today," came a hurried voice from outside the door.

Brother Long was shirtless, revealing a large tattoo on his chest.

He opened the door, glanced at his underling, and asked, "How many people are coming with her?"

"Not sure. She said they want to do the trade outside and won't come directly to us," the underling replied.

Brother Long scratched his chin.

He continued, "She's being cautious. Take the brothers outside to meet them. When they arrive, take both the goods and the people. If they cooperate, bring them back; if not, kill the men, but don't kill the women."

"Got it." The underling was about to leave.

Brother Long added, "Bring more weapons. If they're willing to come directly, they probably have some skills. Don't let anything go wrong."

"Don't worry, Brother Long. No matter how tough they are, can they be tougher than bullets? If things go south, I'll just shoot them all," the underling said, patting the rifle slung over his shoulder.

Brother Long nodded, "Alright, go. Finish the job and come back early."

"Got it."

...…

On the road.

The convoy sped along.

The remaining journey started to smooth out, with not many zombies appearing.

Even if some did, they were left far behind or directly smashed to pieces by the vehicles.

Moving swiftly, they were getting close to the target location.

Zzz...

"I can see the agreed-upon meeting point," came the voice of Li Yanhong from the lead vehicle over the radio.

The meeting place was at a cluster of houses located below the prison.

There was still some distance from the prison.

"Do you see anyone?" Wu Heng picked up the radio and asked.

"No, but I can see some barricades set up. There should be people around."

"Slow down, don't go over just yet."

The convoy began to decelerate, inching forward.

"Honk the horn, see if anyone responds," Wu Heng continued.

There were clearly no zombies around, probably cleared out by the people from the prison.

But the lack of people showing up was a bit unsettling.

The harsh sound of a car horn echoed.

It resonated throughout the entire area.

At this moment, two people finally emerged from the other side, wearing prison guard uniforms, waving towards them from a distance.

"Someone's coming out, waving us over!" Li Yanhong reported over the radio.

"Hold on!" Wu Heng said through the radio.

The convoy stopped, not getting any closer.

After a moment, Xiaoxiao, who had been sent out earlier, flew back.

Floating in the air, she said, "Uncle, there are a lot of people in the houses over there, and they don't look like good people!"

"How many?"

Xiaoxiao counted on her fingers, "A lot!"

"Uh... come back, let me take a look!"

Xiaoxiao flew back into Wu Heng's body, sharing the images she had just seen.

On both sides of the road were two rows of buildings.

Besides the two people outside, there were others inside the buildings, about eleven or twelve.

Some wore prison guard uniforms, while others were in short sleeves, exposing tattooed arms.

Each person held a gun, slung around their necks.

Many of them looked quite unkempt, just as Xiaoxiao had said.

They didn't give off the vibe of actual prison guards.

Prisoners?

Or maybe survivors they had taken in.

But on second thought, in the apocalypse, gathering strong men to form a defensive team from the survivors made sense.

"They're still waving us over. What should we do next?" Li Yanhong asked over the radio.

"Proceed, but keep the convoy at a distance. No matter what happens, don't get out of the vehicles," Wu Heng instructed.

The others understood the implications of his words.

Coupled with the fact that the people across were armed, they became even more cautious.

The convoy continued forward, maintaining distance as they moved into the other party's position.

Up ahead, a man with a rifle approached.

He gave a mock salute, then signaled for them to roll down the window with a wave of his finger.

Li Yanhong rolled down the window slightly and asked, "Are you from South City Prison?"

The windows were protected by iron bars, and the doors had been reinforced with metal plates. As long as they didn't get out, bullets wouldn't easily penetrate such thick doors.

"Yes, are you from the auto repair shop? Impressive, driving all the way here." The man praised them before continuing, "We've got the guns ready for you. Get out and check them. If everything's fine, take them with you."

Li Yanhong glanced at him and said, "Show me the goods first."

The man frowned.

He turned and looked at the other vehicles maintaining their distance, saying, "Sure, but don't you want to take a look? Do you know how to use them? We can teach you how to handle them."

"We know how. Just show us the guns," Li Yanhong said, rolling the window up a bit more.

The man's eyes narrowed.

He turned around and waved his hand.

Clatter!

The doors on both sides of the buildings flung open, and several people with rifles rushed out, surrounding the convoy with their guns aimed directly at the drivers.

They shouted for them to get out, threatening to shoot if they didn't.

Some even tried to pull open the car doors, but they had been locked beforehand, so they didn't succeed.

Then, a voice came through the radio, "The road behind us is blocked by barricades. We can't reverse."

The convoy members were all shocked.

At this moment, they realized the other party's true intentions.

This wasn't about a trade; they were waiting to rob them.

Li Yanhong's face darkened as he said, "What are you playing at?"

The man who had been speaking sneered and said, "Playing at? Now that population and resources are scarce, we're inviting you to bring your supplies and live with us."

"So the trade was a lie?"

"Pfft!" The man spat on the ground and continued, "Who the hell still talks about trading? You idiots even went out of your way to deliver supplies."

"Get out of the cars, or we'll shoot you all."

Li Yanhong lowered his head slightly, staying out of the gun's line of fire inside the car. He spoke into the radio, "The trade was a lie. They're here to rob us."

Wu Heng could see the same thing—people outside, cursing and swearing, trying to force the car doors open.

This was a classic move: others stockpiled food, but I stockpiled guns. The neighbor's food store becomes my pantry.

In fact, he had anticipated this possibility.

So, he wasn't too flustered.

His goal was the guns—whether through a trade or a fight, it didn't matter.

What mattered was that they actually had guns.

Wu Heng turned to the Big-Head Skeleton and said, "Have the skeletons get out of the vehicles and kill everyone outside."

The Big-Head Skeleton's soul fire flickered in its eye sockets.

In the next second.

The canvas covering the back of the truck was lifted, and a large group of skeletons jumped out of the vehicle.

Wielding cleavers, they charged directly at the people outside with a clatter.

The men who had been swearing were stunned.

"What the hell is that?"

"Shit, it's a bunch of skeletons! The skeletons are alive!"

"They're not carrying food; they're carrying skeletons!"

"Shoot them!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of concentrated gunfire filled the area.

Bullets swept through the skeletons, passing through their hollow bones and clattering into the vehicles behind them.

The people inside the cars ducked down, shocked, and hugged their heads.

Guns were like chicken ribs in the apocalypse.

Not very effective against zombies and just as useless against skeletons.

It was just that people were still terrified of guns.

Facing the gunfire, the skeletons raised their cleavers and charged madly at the enemy.

"Ah! Damn it, help!"

"Run!"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Cries of pain rang out.

The people from the prison were tackled by the skeletons and killed with a few slashes.

Those who had tried to escape earlier were also caught by the skeletons, pinned to the ground, and hacked into mincemeat.

Soon, the gunfire and screams ceased, and the area returned to silence.

"Is anyone injured?" Wu Heng asked over the radio.

"No!"

After confirming that no one was injured, Wu Heng got out of the vehicle.

The skeletons dragged the corpses back and threw them a short distance away.

Wu Heng first looked at the bodies, then bent down and picked up a blood-stained rifle.

A classic domestic rifle.

He opened the magazine; there were still some bullets inside.

There were eight bodies in total—five rifles, three submachine guns—but no extra magazines were found on them, just the few bullets left in each magazine.

He stored all the guns in his space ring.

Wu Heng glanced around, "Li Yanhong."

Li Yanhong ran over and asked, "What's up?"

"Have your people check the vehicles, then come with me."

"Got it!"

Li Yanhong gave some instructions and then followed Wu Heng and the skeletons carrying the bodies to the side of a building.

He had the skeletons throw the bodies on the ground.

Wu Heng directly used [Speak with Dead].

The necromantic magic enveloped the bodies, and in the next second, they sat up.

Their faces were covered in knife scars, and their flesh was mangled.

"What was your original plan?" Wu Heng asked directly.

The man turned his head to look at him and replied, "To lure the people from the auto repair shop here, seize both their food and them."

"What do you need so many people for?"

If it wasn't an official survivor base, bringing in too many people would be a burden.

After all, they need food, and food is a scarce resource now.

"The men were to be used as bait to attract zombies, and the women were to be kept for use. If not needed, they could also be used as bait."

Hearing this, Li Yanhong's face turned pale.

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