Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at each other.

However, Zhou Rong didn't give anyone time to panic. In a brief moment, he had already issued a series of clear commands: "Everyone to the north corner, reinforce the wire mesh. Chuncao, call Da Ding and Xiangzi back."

"I'll take the armored vehicle to lure the zombies away. Si Nan, bring the explosives."

"It's just a few hundred zombies, we can hold them off. Don't panic, everyone!"

The survivors who had experienced the breakout from T City didn't disappoint Zhou Rong. After a brief moment of confusion, everyone quickly sprang into action, grabbing fireman's axes, hoes, iron crowbars, and any other handy tools from the factory building, and rushing towards the north corner of the factory area where the zombies were coming from.

The armored hazmat vehicle arrived like a whirlwind. Zhou Rong opened the door without slowing down. In the instant it passed, Si Nan grabbed the handle on the passenger side, while Yan Hao grabbed the iron ladder on the rear compartment, and both of them leaped onto the vehicle.

"What's in the bag?" Zhou Rong shouted.

Si Nan, clutching a backpack, slammed the car door shut with a bang: "Flying Fire Meteor!"

Zhou Rong: "Huh?"

Zhou Rong floored the accelerator, and the hazmat vehicle roared out of the north gate. A few seconds later, Yan Hao leaped down from the rear compartment, rolled to his feet, and began to scatter nitrocellulose on both sides of the road.

Chuncao rushed out of the warehouse, carrying three dark green metal canisters strapped together, almost half her height, and holding a huge spray gun. She deftly scrambled to the top of the wire mesh fence and shouted: "Yan Hao, hurry up, come back!"

·

The screams of the crowd and the roars of the monsters were clearly audible. In the darkness of the night, a dense mass of zombies pressed forward, grabbing and tearing apart the last two or three women running at the back. Their miserable screams tore through the night sky.

Behind the thermal imaging binoculars, Si Nan's pupils constricted slightly.

Zhou Rong shouted: "Open the rear door, lower the ladder!"

The dozen or so survivors on the road spotted the armored vehicle and ran towards it, shouting loudly. Zhou Rong executed a beautiful drifting stop, the screech of the tires deafening. At the same time, Si Nan kicked open the rear door with a bang, grabbed the special rolling iron ladder, and pulled it down towards the ground with all his might.

The man at the front of the crowd didn't hesitate, grabbing the ladder and leaping up. Using Si Nan's hand for leverage, he scrambled into the rear compartment.

"Hurry!" Zhou Rong roared.

Several men were pulled up. Amidst the chaos, the shrill cries of the Living Dead were already close. Without even turning his head, Si Nan shouted sternly: "Drive! The zombies are here!"

The hazmat vehicle began to move forward slowly. A few steps away from the ladder, a tall, well-built man with glasses ran while crying out miserably: "Don't leave me behind!"

Si Nan's brow furrowed. He slid out of the rear door, clinging to the end of the iron ladder with one hand and reaching out to the man with the other.

However, amidst the violent jolting of the vehicle, the man with glasses failed to grab Si Nan's hand several times; either he couldn't reach while running wildly, or his hand slipped away instantly. Just then, a zombie hooked onto his back. The man staggered, and in a surge of ferocity, he actually turned around and shoved the zombie away hard.

"Grab me!" Si Nan shouted.

The man with glasses panted in terror, his eyes reflecting the ghostly legion of the Living Dead behind him. He realized it was too late.

Si Nan reached out with all his might: "Quick!!"

The man sprinted, his mind a blank, and finally grabbed Si Nan's hand.

The next second, he yanked Si Nan viciously behind him—

The vicious strength a person could erupt with in a desperate situation was unimaginable. Caught off guard, Si Nan lost his balance and fell from the vehicle!

Zhou Rong's expression changed drastically. He slammed on the brakes.

The man who had gotten on earlier lunged forward, roaring: "Why did you stop?! Drive!!"

Outside the rear door, with the zombies blocked by Si Nan for a moment, the man with glasses finally got his chance, leaping up and grabbing the iron ladder!

"Si Nan!" Zhou Rong roared fiercely.

Si Nan rolled several times, landing right in front of the zombie horde. With a backhand motion, he drew a military dagger from his thigh and, in a flash of cold light, instantly severed several rotten hands reaching for him, then immediately got to his feet.

In the rear compartment, the other men shouted frantically: "They're coming!" "Don't let them get on!" "Close the door, quick!"

The man with glasses reached back to close the rear door. At the same time, without a word, Zhou Rong slammed his fist down on a red button on the dashboard.

Zzzzt—

An electric current instantly passed through the door, causing the man with glasses to convulse and fall headfirst!

Si Nan raised his hand and looked. His palm throbbed with sharp pain, and traces of blood were slowly seeping out.

A few steps away, zombies were pressing forward in a dense crowd. Even in the dark, their rotting faces and foul-smelling mouths were clearly visible. Twenty meters away, the armored vehicle was reversing, with Zhou Rong backing up in his direction.

In that critical moment, Si Nan made a decision: "Zhou Rong! Don't come over!!"

Trembling, Si Nan pulled open his backpack, took out a pockmarked glass bottle, and, while backing away, threw it into the zombie horde, then immediately turned, covered his head, and squatted down.

—BOOM!!!

The ground trembled, fire flashed like lightning, and the recoil sent Si Nan flying forward, making him spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

The high temperature from the nitroglycerin explosion caused the thermite to react rapidly. Molten iron mixed with countless glass shards erupted into a terrifying, brilliantly bright stream of fire in the night, instantly wiping out the front ranks of the zombie tide!

Mangled corpses rained down from the sky. Zhou Rong's shocked expression was reflected in the rearview mirror. In that moment, he finally understood why this thing was called Flying Fire Meteor.

"Si Nan!" Zhou Rong slapped the car door. "Get in!"

Exhausted, Si Nan got up, nearly falling, and staggered a couple of steps.

"Hurry, get in!"

Si Nan finally shook his head to clear it, but instead of getting in through the rear door, he climbed the ladder and leaped straight onto the roof of the vehicle.

In the distant Industrial Zone, the howls and footsteps of zombies sounded one after another, quickly gathering into a new army of the Living Dead. The hazmat vehicle spun in place, crushing a few staggering zombies under its wheels, then sped off along the path it came from.

·

On the road in front of the Fertilizer Plant, the sound of the vehicle approaching at full speed grew closer. Yan Hao dropped the last bag of nitrocellulose and, like an agile cheetah, dove into the front yard of the factory. The hazmat vehicle roared in, almost on his heels, and screeched to a halt.

The survivors had been waiting for a long time. Men and women, old and young, worked together to push the wire mesh fence shut, wrapping it tightly with chains. The next moment, a dense mass of black shadows appeared at the end of the road. Hoarse roars spread across the land, and the sound of shuffling feet surged forward like a tide.

The numbers were even greater than imagined!

Even though they knew the wire mesh fence was in front of them, watching so many rotting, foul-smelling Living Dead walk towards them step by step was more terrifying than they had anticipated. Many people's legs went weak, and they began to scream.

Yan Hao, his face covered in sweat, roared: "Don't be afraid! We can hold them off!"

The roar was heart-rending and possessed a strange power that halted the fearful retreat of the crowd.

The next moment, the zombie tide surged onto the road, entering the two-hundred-meter-long nitrocellulose zone.

—Chuncao raised the spray gun and resolutely pulled the trigger.

With a world-shaking boom, a massive dragon of fire shot out. Under everyone's stunned gazes, it flew across the night sky, roaring as it charged towards the zombie tide.

Doused by the hundred-meter-long giant flame, the nitrocellulose erupted in a spectacular explosion!

A full two hundred meters of asphalt road was torn up, concrete turned to dust, and trees were launched into the sky. In the daylight-bright glare, the zombies were torn to pieces, turning into a rain of flesh and blood that fell from the sky like a downpour.

Amidst the deafening blast, everyone let out hoarse shouts, which then turned into ecstatic cheers!

The few rescued men on the armored vehicle were dumbfounded, staring at the spectacular scene before them, unable to make a sound.

In the distance, the last batch of explosives turned into a brilliant flash. The zombie tide was completely cleared. Gunsmoke lingered over the road paved with flesh and blood, and the intense light finally faded from the Industrial Park.

Zhou Rong jumped out of the driver's cabin and went around to the rear door.

Several men came out. The one in the lead, though covered in dust, was wearing a suit that was clearly expensively tailored. He extended a hand to shake, revealing a platinum, diamond-studded designer watch on his wrist. "Are you the leader here? Thank you, my name is…"

Zhou Rong ignored him and dragged the man with glasses out of the vehicle.

He dragged the man with glasses to the base of a wall as if he were a chick, slammed him against the bricks, pinned the man's neck with an elbow, and with a sudden exertion of force, lifted the burly man clean off his feet!

In the open space, everyone was still shaken. The man with glasses' feet dangled and kicked wildly. His neck was pressed lethally by Zhou Rong's steel-like elbow, and his face quickly turned from purplish-red to blackish-blue.

"Brother," Zhou Rong stared at his bloodshot, bulging eyes and said slowly, "You're not very decent."

The man in the lead hurried over. "Excuse me, a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Brother, please calm down…"

"Calm down?" Zhou Rong laughed. "My man was pulled into a horde of zombies by him. Calming down right now isn't exactly easy."

The surrounding crowd didn't know what had happened at first, but their expressions changed upon hearing this. Yan Hao, Chuncao, and the others immediately walked over.

"I'm sorry, truly sorry. It's possible for one's hand to slip when fleeing for their life. We will never forget the grace of you saving our lives." The leading man smiled, appearing very apologetic, and then said sincerely, "These few are my bodyguards, and we are all Alphas—Brother, please, at least give us some face…"

Everyone's expression turned a little strange.

The pressure from Zhou Rong's elbow didn't lessen in the slightest, but he let out a hearty laugh.

Zhou Rong's features had a roguish cast to them, but when he smiled, it truly had a gentle, disarming effect. Seeing this, the leading man couldn't help but relax—but in that instant, he saw Zhou Rong reach out with his other hand, take the glasses off his subordinate, drop them at his feet with a crackle, and crush them to pieces.

"No wonder," Zhou Rong said with a smile. "I was wondering how you managed to attract all the zombies from the entire countryside."

The leading man looked at Zhou Rong's gentle-as-a-spring-breeze smile, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

"..." His subordinate's eyes rolled back in his head as he struggled on the verge of death, a cracking sound of crushed bones coming from his throat. The leader was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the situation, then suddenly swung his hand and slapped his subordinate across the face!

"You inhuman piece of trash! It's one thing to die on your own, but you had to drag others down with you! No one can save a heartless bastard like you!"

Then the man turned to Zhou Rong and said with a subservient smile, "Big Brother, please calm down. Please ask your little brother to come over. I'll make this inhuman thing kowtow and apologize to him. You can kill him or cut him up as you please."

In the courtyard, the thirty-odd survivors and the few Alpha bodyguards faced off. The scorched, rotten stench in the air had not yet dissipated, and the atmosphere was tense to the point of breaking.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Rong finally loosened his elbow slightly. The subordinate immediately broke into violent, gasping coughs, his face turning from bluish-purple to the color of liver.

"Si Nan," Zhou Rong said flatly, "Come here."

There was no movement from the roof of the armored vehicle.

Zhou Rong glanced back and gave a meaningful look. Yan Hao went to the front of the vehicle and knocked casually. "Si Nan! Don't be angry, come down!"

High on the roof of the vehicle, Si Nan was breathing silently, swallowing a mouthful of bloody saliva.

He looked at his hand. The skin on half his palm was scraped off, and blood was continuously seeping out, breaking through the heavy cover of the Inhibitor and releasing a secretive and sweet—

Omega Pheromone scent.

Yan Hao waited for a long time without a reply and felt that something was wrong. He was about to climb the ladder to the roof. "Si Nan? Are you okay?"