Chapter 1510: Chapter 1508 Conflict
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Han Dongâs guess was correct.
There were currently only three teams left in the mall. Aside from Han Dongâs team occupying the third floor, the other two teams had been hiding on the first floor the entire time.
[Warehouse Management Room]
The first floor of the mall had an additional, spacious warehouse zone. Compared to other areas, this zone was more suitable for battling zombies, especially for killers with agile movement and ranged attack capabilities.
This gameâs best prize was drawn from here â secured by a particular team.
Since there were very few people in the warehouse zone to begin with, the team had occupied the management room right at the start.
Now, a fat man with metallic glasses embedded into the skin around his eye sockets was watching through the management roomâs monitors, observing a newly emerged special infected.
It was worth noting that this fat man carried a chainsaw with him at all times.
Compared to other killers, this fat man seemed far more bloodthirsty. As he stared at the special infected on the screen, the fat on his body began to quiver with restless excitement.
âAze, I want⊠I want to go saw it down! Itâs just too boring here.â
The killer called Aze was crouched on a bench, intently peeling an apple in his hand. He had a physique similar to Han Dongâs.
âHold it in. Soon enough, others will head toward the warehouse zone. We drew the top prize â donât waste such a great opportunity.
Moreover, [Werewolf Doctor] is also part of this game. Donât needlessly expend your energy before killing him.â
The fat man twisted his chubby neck. âWerewolf, huh~ If you hadnât mentioned it, I nearly forgot about that.
By the way! Apparently, one team has qualified to use firearms. I can smell that distinct metallic gunpowder scent among the crowd⊠Better keep low. If a shot hits the brain, weâre in real trouble.â
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[Mall First Floor â Monitoring Room]
This was similar to the monitoring room Han Dong occupied on the third floor, capable of overseeing the retail area on the first floor except for the warehouse.
However, there was a notable peculiarity with the monitoring system here.
The cameras couldnât capture the âspecial targetâ Han Dong was tracking. That bald zombie, even when directly exposed within the cameraâs view, remained invisibleâonly observable through the naked eye.
Additionally, the âspecial targetâ deliberately chose areas outside the cameraâs coverage when feeding on zombies.
Because of this, the killers stationed in the monitoring room hadnât noticed anything unusual, unaware that some unknown danger was already closing in.
The Ladybug count had risen to [2].
The atmosphere inside the monitoring room grew increasingly uneasy. They had hoped for other killers to come to the first floor to ambush them using the cameras, but no one had shown up.
If this stalemate persisted and the Ladybug count continued to climb to uncontrollable levels, it was likely to result in a total wipeout.
These two werenât amateurs either.
One wore camouflage clothing and a beret, with none other than the famed Desert Eagle handgun holstered at his waist and a belt packed with specialized magazines.
A critical point to note was that in the [Ladybug Day] game, the use of firearms was strictly regulated. Those wanting to wield firearms needed the privilege of âFirearm Use Qualification.â
Such qualifications were further divided into categories: handgun, automatic rifle, heavy weaponry, and so on.
The privilege could be purchased within the shop but was extremely pricey. Alternatively, it could be acquired during certain games or special events.
Without the qualification, even if one obtained a firearm, they would be prohibited from using it. Violators would be hunted by the Ladybug Assassins.
This rule primarily existed for game balance.
With the playerâs abilities restricted to the level of a common person, firearms would be incredibly lethal.
This killer wielding the Desert Eagle was named [Belly]. Before joining the game, he had been a professional mercenaryâan expert in firearms, further enhanced through the game.
His teammate was also a mercenary acquaintance from his past, named [Armand].
One-eyed, military garb.
This man didnât carry a firearm but had a sharp samurai sword strapped to his back and a military dagger at his waist.
The two had just arrived here not long ago. This was their third participation in a âformal game.â From their sharp gazes, one could clearly see how deeply addicted they were to this slaughter-filled game.
âBelly, this kind of stalemate isnât going to work.
We need to gather as much intel as possible while the situation is still manageable⊠If someone else occupies an advantageous position, and chaos erupts, weâll be the first ones to die.â
âArmand, whatâs your idea?â
âItâs confirmed that the [Warehouse Zone] is better suited for escape and guerrilla tactics. Thereâs definitely a team hiding there⊠but if we go there directly, weâll undoubtedly end up in a very passive situation.
How about we use the safe passage to head up to the higher floors instead?â
Just as the two hadnât reached a conclusion in their discussion.
Bang! A loud crashing sound made both glance simultaneously at the monitoring roomâs iron door.
The supposedly sturdy iron door bulged inward, displaying a dent shaped like a dogâs head from the impact.
âSpecial Infected?â
Belly steadied himself, aiming his gun at the iron door.
Armand, gripping the samurai sword on his back with one hand and his military dagger on his waist with the other, cautiously moved toward the doorway.
However, just as Armand took two steps forward.
Bang~ Another violent crash. This time, the door lock was destroyed.
Bang! Belly decisively fired a shot. The 0.357 caliber bullet launched from the barrel, penetrating through the iron door and hitting the target behind.
âGot it.â
Belly was confident in his marksmanship.
But as the iron door slowly swung open, the sight before them left the two killers utterly stunned.
A young man with his right arm transformed into a Bloodhound had a common zombie restrained before him, using it as a [Meat Shield].
With the âthrough-the-door shooting,â the bullet had perfectly struck the zombieâs forehead, lodging inside its brain.
The young man behind remained unscathed and even intentionally flashed a mocking smile.
âYou two cowards really stayed holed up here the whole time? Did you really wait for me to come after you⊠Well, too bad. Now there are plenty of zombies to keep you entertained.
If youâve got the guts, come to the warehouse zone and play.â
Without giving them a chance to shoot, the youth bolted away at lightning speed.
âDamn it!â
The signal of the zombieâs death had been transmitted, causing the nearby zombies to emit piercing howls and converge toward the monitoring room.
The two mercenaries immediately abandoned the monitoring room, carving a bloody path out before the zombies completely gathered.
As Belly attempted to track the youthâs whereabouts, he found that the young man had already infiltrated the zombie horde and disappeared naturally⊠He instinctively categorized the youth as a killer occupying the warehouse zone.
Although it was unclear how the youth avoided zombie attacks, he had now been added to their kill list.
With the monitoring room door destroyed and zombies continuously pouring in,
the pair, previously planning to head to the warehouse zone, solidified their decision to move forward.
One hacked through the approaching zombies with precision strikes, while the other used pinpoint shooting to eliminate special infected before they could reachâminimizing danger as they gradually approached the warehouse zone.
Bang!
Another shot rang out.
Bellyâs target was a bald zombie with a protruding spine, which he classified as an unusual special infected.
The shot that should have easily pierced through its skull and possibly triggered a chain of headshots.
Clang! A crisp metallic collision echoed as the bullet fell to the ground, failing to penetrate the targetâs skull. The bulletâs tip was compressed, like it had struck an invincible layer of armor.
Simultaneously.
The bald zombie, whose eyes glimmered with an odd pattern, abruptly turned to face them!
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