Chapter 51: The Armory – A Major Haul!

Huang Ming repeated the experiment several times, each with the same result—the zombies ignored him completely, treating him as one of their own. 

Confident, he radioed in: 

"Senior sisters, you there?" 

Liu Shuang'er responded, "Yeah, go ahead."* 

"Experiment successful. I'm heading to the police station now. Guide me with the drones." 

All three girls answered in unison: "Copy that!"* 

Before long, three drones buzzed overhead. Thanks to Gu Anqing's mechanical genius, their range had been upgraded to 3-5 kilometers. 

Ten minutes later... 

Huang Ming reached the school gates. The streets beyond were packed with zombies—hundreds, if not thousands, shambling aimlessly. 

His scalp prickled. 

*Thank god the outbreak hit at night,* he thought. *If the gates had been open, the school would've been overrun.* 

"*Oh my god—Huang Ming, just turn back!*" Shuang'er's voice crackled through the radio, strained with worry. "*We'll find another way!*" 

He kept moving, whispering, *"Shuang'er, some things can't wait. The situation's bad, but this is our best shot. Trust me. Just scout ahead for any mutated zombies or special threats. The normal ones won't touch me—Yusi's plan is working. Look, I'm walking right through them."* 

A shaky exhale. *"...Fine. Two more traffic lights, then you'll see the station. Just... be careful."* 

Navigating the sea of undead, Huang Ming took in the devastation. 

Cars sat bumper-to-bumper, frozen in the chaos of that foggy night. Some still held buckled-in zombies; others were smeared with blood, their windshields opaque with gore. Severed limbs littered the pavement. 

Storefronts told their own stories—some sealed tight behind bloodstained shutters, others torn apart, their interiors now crawling with mangled, limbless ghouls. The aftermath of that night was written in carnage. 

Ten more minutes... 

After a kilometer of tense progress, the police station loomed into view. Huang Ming picked up his pace, scanning the building as he approached. 

Every door and window was sealed shut. 

His guard shot up. The dimensional barrier flickered to life in front of him. 

*"Senior sisters, the ground floor's locked down. Can the drones check for open windows upstairs?"* 

Anqing took charge. *"Stay put. We'll recon."* 

Eight minutes later, Shuang'er reported back. 

*"Third-floor bathroom window's clear. No zombies inside, just... corpses. Probably starved. Find a way in."* 

Relief washed over him. No survivors meant no complications. 

He cleared the area beneath a window, silently dispatching nearby zombies with his knife. A single suppressed shot broke the lock, and he slipped inside. 

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**One hour of searching...** 

The station had five floors. By the time Huang Ming found the armory, his patience was fraying. 

The reinforced door refused to budge—even bullets couldn't breach it. 

Frustrated, he paced. 

Then Yusi's voice cut through his thoughts. *"Try the duty office. Keys might be there."* 

Bingo. 

A fistful of keys later, the armory swung open—revealing a treasure trove. 

Pistols. Rifles. Shotguns. A sniper rifle. Over twenty firearms in total. 

Riot shields. Body armor. Helmets. Batons. Stun guns. Drawers stuffed with ammo. 

*Jackpot.* 

He didn't linger. In one sweep, everything vanished into his dimensional space—not a single bullet left behind. 

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**Time to go.** 

As Huang Ming crept down the stairs, a hand suddenly clamped around his ankle. 

He whipped his pistol up, finger tightening on the trigger— 

*"H-help... me..."* 

A whisper, barely audible. 

Not a zombie. A survivor. 

Huang Ming froze, conflicted. 

His suit hid his identity. He could walk away, and the man would never know. 

The girls watched through the drones, equally torn. 

Shuang'er spoke first. *"You'll need allies for future missions. Test his character. If he's worth it... save him."* 

Anqing agreed. *"She's right. More hands mean better odds. Li Changan alone isn't enough."* 

Still, Huang Ming waited. He wanted Yusi's take. 

When she finally spoke, her tone was pensive. 

"We save him. But... there's something else I'm curious about." 

Huang Ming frowned. "What?"