C79 On the Way Back, They Were Lucky to Have a Big Car, but When They Returned, Everyone Asked about

After successfully drawing the zombies to his location, Tang Bing used gasoline tanks and pipe bombs to annihilate thousands, simultaneously drawing in all the zombies within a several-kilometer radius.

Mission accomplished, Tang Bing decided it was time to make a swift exit.

But first, he meticulously scanned the surrounding buildings with his monocular telescope to ensure there were no other survivors.

If there were any survivors, he felt compelled to devise a rescue plan. Otherwise, he would be responsible for leading a horde of tens of thousands of zombies to harm innocent people!

While he wasn't altruistic enough to save every survivor, he certainly didn't want to be the cause of innocent deaths.

Luckily, he found no evidence of survivors in the vicinity.

Even if some survivors were hiding, too afraid to reveal themselves, if Tang Bing couldn't spot them, he would have to assume they weren't there. This way, he could at least ease his conscience, sparing himself from overwhelming guilt.

You might call him selfish or accuse him of feigning kindness. The truth is, he simply wanted to survive in this post-apocalyptic world as best he could.

The noise from the explosions had thrown off the zombies' hearing, and their vision was notoriously weak, so Tang Bing, perched atop the apartment building, was easily overlooked.

Nearly all the zombies were clustered around the blazing fire, aimlessly milling about.

Once Tang Bing had regained enough strength, he took a sturdy wooden plank and fashioned a makeshift bridge between the rooftops of two adjacent apartment buildings. He crossed with extreme caution, then withdrew the plank behind him.

Using this method, he daringly traversed several aligned apartment rooftops, only stopping when the next building was too far to cross. He then descended the stairwell to the ground floor.

This time, fortune was on his side—the apartment building was devoid of zombies!

Presumably, the external explosions had lured them away, leaving the building eerily empty. Any remaining zombies were likely trapped in their rooms, posing no threat to Tang Bing.

He made his way down cautiously, surveying his surroundings. Once confident there were no zombies nearby, he dashed to the garden behind the apartment complex and scaled the wall to escape.

With the zombies concentrated at the apartment's front, he encountered only a scattering of stragglers along the way—no large groups to contend with.

Tang Bing could finally unleash his speed advantage and dart through the horde of zombies, sprinting towards the factory without restraint.

Midway, a faint cry for help pierced his ears.

He halted and frantically searched for the source, quickly discovering four or five zombies preying on a fallen survivor beneath an overpass. The pleas were coming from that survivor.

Instinctively, Tang Bing charged with his mace in hand, crushing the zombies' skulls before they could register his presence, and shoved them aside.

The sight of the survivor nearly made him retch.

"Save me..." The figure on the ground was a buzz-cut young man, likely in his mid-twenties, his white shirt drenched in blood, his abdomen horrifically mauled by the zombies.

It was nothing short of a miracle that he could still call out for help.

Confronted with the young man's terrified gaze, Tang Bing swiftly retrieved a medical kit, administering treatment and popping an antibiotic into his mouth.

"Save me... I don't want to die..." The young man's pupils were dilated, his lips struggling to form words.

Tang Bing averted his eyes from the gruesome wound, reassuring himself that the medical kit's rapid healing abilities might save a life still clinging to a thread. He softly reassured the young man, "You're going to be okay! I've medicated you; you'll start feeling better soon."

The fear in the young man's eyes ebbed away, replaced by a glimmer of relief. He tried to speak, but no further sounds came.

"What are you trying to say?" Tang Bing inquired urgently, then quickly added, "Don't speak! Rest for now, we can talk once you've recovered."

But the young man's lips kept moving silently, and as his eyes lost their light, he grew still.

"Hey! Hey! Can you hear me? Hey!" Tang Bing gently tapped his face, checking for breath, only to realize the young man had passed away.

Despite using the medical kit, he couldn't be revived!

Was it because his internal organs were damaged, rendering the system's medications ineffective?

Glancing at the young man's hollow abdomen, Tang Bing fought back nausea, quickly stood up, and apologized, "I'm sorry! I did everything I could, but I couldn't save you."

The young man must have been captured recently, only to be brutally devoured by four or five zombies. The scent of blood would surely draw more zombies to the area. It was best to leave before they converged.

With a heavy heart, Tang Bing covered the young man's face with a scrap of cloth and turned to sprint back at top speed.

Midway, he encountered a massive horde of zombies. Luckily, he spotted them early and, exploiting their poor eyesight, took a detour to escape.

The detour was longer but decidedly safer.

Maybe his streak of bad luck was over. While detouring, he stumbled upon a large double-decker tour bus with its doors open.

After ensuring there were no zombies nearby, he dashed towards it.

"Phew!" As he approached the bus door, a zombie lunged at him from inside.

Tang Bing swung his mace, striking its head and sending the zombie tumbling backward. It was fortunate; its skull wasn't crushed, so it attempted to rise again.

But Tang Bing wasn't about to let it succeed. He delivered another blow, this time shattering its skull.

He charged onto the bus, where he faced the driver and a ticket-collecting zombie. He took them down in succession and found the bus keys in the driver's pocket.

He checked the upper deck to ensure no other zombies lurked. It seemed most had wandered off after the bus stopped. He quickly dragged the driver and ticket collector's corpses out and discarded them, then hurriedly tested the keys.

The bus roared to life—a piece of excellent news!

The spacious double-decker was perfect for his six-person team. The upper deck and most of the interior could store supplies, while the luggage compartments below could hold a substantial amount. It was precisely the transport he needed!

With no other significant zombie swarms on the streets, he had nothing to worry about. He promptly shut the doors and drove the bus, barreling towards the factory.

Driving sure beats running on your own two legs, especially when the roads are clear of zombie hordes. It's the most exhilarating way to get around.

Tang Bing floored the accelerator, plowing through any stray zombies that dared to block his path without swerving or slowing down. At the speed he was going, the undead were nothing but bowling pins, easily knocked aside by his speeding vehicle.

He zoomed back to the supermarket, where most of the zombies had been drawn away, leaving only a handful trapped by counters or shelves, unable to escape. The area within a few hundred meters was sparsely populated with the occasional wandering zombie.

Stepping out of the car with ease, Tang Bing swung his mace with lethal precision, clearing the area.

Midway through the carnage, Zhao Dagang somehow spotted Tang Bing and the bus he had commandeered, rushing out to join him. "Bing, I'm here to lend a hand!"

Together, they dispatched the approaching zombies and cleared out the supermarket.

"Why did you come out?" Tang Bing paused to ask.

"I saw you from the roof!" Zhao Dagang answered, "Bing, was that your doing with the car outside?"

"Obviously!" Tang Bing thought, annoyed that the question even needed to be asked after Zhao had seen him drive up.

"We were worried sick about you!" Zhao Dagang admitted, "Bing, you're incredible! Leading away that horde of zombies and scaling the wall. We were scared for your safety!"

Danger was part of the job, and Tang Bing had his share of close calls and injuries along the way, but he saw no point in dwelling on that. Surveying the chaotic scene inside the supermarket, he clicked his tongue in frustration, "Stupid zombies, ruining so much good stuff!"

"It's not all bad," Zhao Dagang observed after a closer look, "We can salvage a lot of this stuff!"

"Let's get moving! Grab as much as we can before nightfall!" Tang Bing commanded, heading straight for the rice aisle. "Load everything into the car, we'll sort it out back at base!"