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She loaded the last magazine into the M4A1 and pulled the bolt.
[Crack! 】
The crisp metallic sound was particularly clear amidst the chaos of the battlefield.
The retreat has begun.
The soldiers began firing as they slowly retreated into the police station building.
The zombies seemed to have sensed their prey's intentions and their attack became even more frenzied.
[Bang bang bang! 】
【Da da da!】
The gunfire was more frequent and chaotic than before.
"Cover me! Change magazines!"
"Ah! My legs!"
"Don't worry about me! Let's go!"
Screams, shouts, and commands mingled together.
Jill stood calmly at the back, her M4A1 spitting fire continuously.
Her shooting remained precise, each bullet hitting the zombie's head accurately.
But there were just too many zombies.
They trampled over the corpses of their companions, surging forward fearlessly.
A female zombie dressed in an office lady uniform, with half of her cheek rotted away, revealing her white teeth and bones, roared as she lunged at Jill.
Jill sidestepped, simultaneously slamming the butt of her rifle into its temple.
【Bang! 】
The zombie staggered, and Jill took the opportunity to kick it in the chest, knocking it down.
Then he fired a 370-caliber shot, finishing it off completely.
"Quick! Get inside the building!"
The police superintendent was shouting at the top of his lungs at the entrance of the police station.
Most of the soldiers had retreated into the police station building.
Jill glanced behind her; only two or three soldiers remained stubbornly resisting at the door.
She emptied the last magazine of her M4A1.
"Withdraw!" Jill shouted to the soldiers.
She threw away the empty M4A1 and drew the Glock pistol from her waist.
At the same time, she took the Remington shotgun off her back and held it in her hand.
Two guns in hand.
No, shotguns are the main weapon.
The soldiers, as if granted a pardon, scrambled back into the building.
Jill was alone, facing the surging tide of corpses.
She took a deep breath, her eyes sharp.
[Bang! Bang!]
The Glock pistol fired continuously, accurately blowing the heads off the two zombies charging at the front.
Then, she picked up the Remington.
【boom! ! ! 】
Deafening gunfire erupted.
The barrage of large-caliber shotgun shells, like an invisible scythe, instantly cleared out all the zombies in the fan-shaped area in front of her.
Minced meat and filthy blood splattered everywhere.
Taking advantage of this brief opening, Jill quickly retreated and went into the police station building.
"Close the door! Close the door now!" the police inspector shouted at the soldiers.
Several soldiers frantically tried to close the heavy steel gate.
But the zombies had already swarmed to the doorway.
Countless rotting arms reached in through the crack in the door, scratching frantically.
"Hold on! Hold it up with something!"
Jill ignored the chaos at the entrance and ran quickly toward the stairs leading to the underground parking lot.
"Police armored vehicles, evacuate! Evacuate!"
The police superintendent was still shouting orders at the top of his lungs.
His voice was already trembling with tears.
Chapter 69
Inside the police station, the retreat route was paved with blood.
"Hold the stairwell!" an officer roared, his voice echoing in the narrow passageway, only to be drowned out by a louder chewing sound.
A National Guard member clutched his neck, blood gushing from between his fingers.
His companion, who had been fighting side by side with him just seconds before, now had a deathly pale face, made a strange hoarse sound from his throat, and suddenly pounced on him.
"No! John!"
【Pfft! 】
Teeth tear the skin and flesh.
again.
Jill pointed her Glock pistol at the newly converted "John".
【boom! 】
The bullet ripped half of his skull off.
The putrid smell of blood and brain matter splattered on the walls.
"Don't stop! Keep moving!"
Jill gave the order, her voice devoid of any extra fluctuations.
She tossed aside the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one, all in one fluid motion.
However, such small-scale battles are woefully inadequate against the massive horde of zombies.
Stairwells, offices, corridors... everywhere there are twisted figures, everywhere there are death traps.
"what--!"
Another officer was dragged into a dark room, and the screams stopped abruptly.
The police inspector's face was ashen, his hand holding the pistol trembled uncontrollably, and his lips quivered, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Despair spreads like a plague.
Just then, a strange, heavy mechanical sound came from outside the police station, drowning out the roars of the zombies and the screams of the humans.
Immediately following was a barrage of gunfire, like the thunder of a drum!
【Da da da da da da——！！！】
That's not an M4, it's a shotgun.
That was some kind of weapon with a larger caliber and a more terrifying rate of fire.
The bullet tore through the air, carrying with it the aura of destruction.
In the direction of the police station gate, the zombies that tried to break through the temporary barriers were swept away as if by an invisible giant hand, exploding and shattering in large numbers, turning into a rain of blood and dismembered limbs.
The orange-red tracer bullets wove a web of death across the dimly lit streets.
Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.
Jill immediately rushed to a broken window through which she could still see outside.
On the street, a strangely shaped armored vehicle was parked.
It wasn't tall, but its chassis was wide and covered with heavy armor. The tracks made a rattling sound as they rolled over the ground.
The most eye-catching feature is the multi-barreled heavy machine gun on its turret, which is spinning wildly and firing.
【T-100 Talking Tom's Battle Car】!
Jill recognized the paint job and the design.
Zhou Ye's creation!
Each roar of that Gatling gun took the lives of dozens of zombies.
Hard skulls and rotting bodies are as fragile as paper in the face of a storm of metal.
The previously surging horde of corpses was abruptly halted by this terrifying firepower, even creating a brief vacuum.
"Th...what is that~"
A surviving National Guard member stammered, his face filled with horror.
The police inspector stared wide-eyed at the massive weapon outside, momentarily forgetting his fear.
During the lull in the firepower, fully armed mechanical soldiers walked out from behind the [T-100 Talking Tom vehicle].
It was fully equipped with weapons belonging to the human elite forces, from the gas mask on its head to the high-tech protective shield that covered it completely, showing no human characteristics whatsoever.
In his hands he held a familiar M4A1 carbine, a G36K assault rifle, or a Remington shotgun, a Glock pistol, etc.