Chapter 191: Chapter 170: Kick the Iron Plate_1

Dusk, the horizon was dyed in a sweep of crimson.

In a courtyard up north.

A three-meter-high wall was lined with iron bars, and in the middle sat a black metal gate.

Upon the wall, a few men who had made it back were standing.

Lurking behind the wall, they remained on high alert, peering outside.

The long-haired leader took a strong puff of his cigarette, violently kicked his subordinate, and cursed, “Didn’t you fuckers say he only had a handgun? Why the fuck were there snipers, and why were they so accurate?”

The junior was sent rolling by the kick. Struggling back to his feet, he defended himself, “Boss, as God is my witness, all we saw was a handgun. We even followed them for a while. Would we joke about something like this?”

A few others joined him in support.

They stated they only saw one person with a handgun; the most they saw the others with were iron pipes.

“Fuck! You all blind or what?” The man cursed in irritation but didn’t press further.

Chasing after the convoy earlier was clearly asking for trouble.

Even in this apocalypse, firearms still held great power.

Even those superpowered men broadcasted on the radio.

They merely demonstrated some evolved genetic traits but couldn’t actually withstand bullets.

Now they seemed to have invited trouble from possible military or government forces. They had definitely bitten off more than they could chew.

Oooo~!

Suddenly, the sound of car engines echoed from outside the wall.

At the same time, the lookout standing on the wall exclaimed loudly, “Boss, that convoy is here. The same cars, they’ve all come.”

The man threw his cigarette onto the ground forcefully, immediately climbed up the wall, and carefully peeked outside.

The earlier convoy was coming into view.

They stopped in the distance. Nobody got out of the cars.

They were probably observing this end as well.

“Fuck, when will this bullshit end?” The man cursed. After a quick moment of contemplation, he said, “Bring me the megaphone.”

A large megaphone, typically used by vegetable sellers, was handed to him.

The man forcefully tapped it twice.

Switching the amplifier on, he yelled out, “Dear friends across, it was just a misunderstanding earlier. Please give us some face. Once our basic needs of food and shelter are met, generous gifts will follow as an apology.”

After calling out, he turned the amplifier off.

Then he instructed the group standing below, “Go check if the gate is securely locked. Don’t fuck up again.”

“Alright.” The juniors rushed towards the iron gate and used a chain to lock it two more times.

…

In the direction of the convoy.

Everyone inside the vehicles heard the man’s calls.

Li Yahong furrowed her brows and remarked, “Why do his words sound like lines from a movie?”

“It’s probably standard jargon in the underworld.” Wu Heng replied.

“Aren’t you going to take notes? You’re a leader now, you may need it in the future.” Li Yahong teased with a smile.

“No, that’s all you, boss. Take it down if you want.”

“No way, it’s too low class.”

Wu Heng continued, “Let’s get down to business. Tell them to surrender. If they refuse, they will have to bear the consequences.”

Li Yahong turned on the car’s loudspeaker and said, “People inside, listen up. You have a chance to survive if you choose to surrender now. If not, don’t blame us for what happens next.”

Instantly, a voice echoed back from the building in response, “It was just a misunderstanding. Does it really have to escalate to this? It’s the end of the world, we should be helping each other.”

“How can they be so shameless?” Li Yahong turned to Wu Heng.

Clearly, they were the ones chasing and planning to rob them.

Now they are talking about helping each other.

As if implying, it’s fine for me to hit you, but it’s a breach of peace for you to hit me.

Wu Heng advised, “Stop wasting time on him, just tell it to him straight. If they do not want to die, they should open the gate and surrender.”

Li Yahong switched on the loudspeaker and repeated his words verbatim.

The people inside, however, showed no signs of surrender.

They retorted, “Do you really think we’re scared? If you dare, just bring it on! I’ve got a ton of weapons here and can send you all to meet Yama at any moment.”

Li Yahong wanted to continue the conversation, but Wu Heng directly turned off the loudspeaker.

He turned towards the skeletons behind him and said, “Lieyi, find a sniping position. Big Head, tell all skeletons to get off the vehicle and prepare for the attack.”

Clatter clatter~!

The sound of skeletons brushing against each other resonated loudly.

All the skeletons jumped out of the cars, their hands holding kitchen knives and spears. They densely filled up the entire street.

The last light of the evening twilight shone through their hollow bones.

…

“Shit, boss. Those skeletons, they aren’t even carrying supplies in their cars.”

“We’re screwed. We’ve gotten ourselves into a serious mess.”

“What do we do now? Those guys aren’t even human. Shouldn’t we just surrender?”

The sight of the legion of skeletons outside.

Instantly threw everyone inside the building into chaos.

The enemies didn’t lack manpower and supplies, rather their vehicles were loaded with underworld monsters.

They hadn’t paid attention to them earlier simply because they didn’t want to stoop low. But now that they were getting serious, it was their own men who were going to suffer.

“Fuck, will you all shut the fuck up?” The boss cursed out loud, his voice shaking. Despite the regret in his voice, he had to curse at his men to get them to shut up.

He had regrets, for he had chosen to believe the words of his subordinates.

And instigated such a group of people as a result.

But now, there was no turning back.

The others could surrender, but he couldn’t.

Because once he surrendered, they would undoubtedly kill the leader to avoid any future trouble.

So, surrender was not an option.

“Boss, we can’t do this. They have tens of thousands of skeletons. We can’t beat that.” The subordinate said from the side.

“Shut the fuck up! Can you not count? Tens of thousands of skeletons would fill up a whole damn village. Would they all be on this street?” The boss took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and yelled, “Going out there means certain death. We’ve got a wall and an iron gate here. They can’t get in. We can even hold back the zombies, and you’re scared of them?”

“Can this really work?” The little brother’s voice trembled.

“Get the gasoline, get all the weapons we prepared earlier. We can’t beat them head-on, can’t we still hold the wall? A couple of fires, and it’ll all be burnt.” The man continued to speak.

The rest of the men thought it through carefully, feeling that it was somewhat feasible.

They quickly sprang into action, moving everything they had prepared to face the zombie horde over.

…

In the coach.

Xiao Xiao flew back, floating in the air as she leant sideways, supporting her chin. She said, “The people inside don’t want to surrender either, they are all preparing things. There are also many bottles that burst into flames when smashed.”

“Who’s their leader?” asked Wu Heng.

Xiao Xiao thought for a moment, then gestured to her own head, “The uncle with long hair, no shirt on top, always swearing when he talks.”

“Hmm, Xiao Xiao did a great job.”

“Hehe!” Xiao Xiao happily twirled twice in the air.

Li Yahong said, “Looks like they have no intention of surrendering.”

“Good, it saves us the trouble of dealing with them when they surrender.” Wu Heng replied.

Even if these people were brought back to the base,

they would form cliques in the future, making it hard to manage.

Not surrendering, choosing to fight to the end, is better.

“Hmm, what do we do next? They have Molotovs.”

“No problem, it’s not a big issue.” Wu Heng closed his eyes to think. He then took out an old-fashioned incense burner and a faded linen cloth from his Space Ring, handing them to Basen who was behind, “Take this incense burner and put it on their side.”

He took out a lighter and lit the incense in the burner.

A faint fragrance wafted out instantly.

Li Yahong looked on in confusion.

Basen, however, draped the linen cloth over himself, and his body disappeared from sight.

Next, the coach door opened.

There was the sound of someone getting off, and although it was known that Basen had stepped off, there was still no one to be seen.

Li Yahong’s eyes widened, watching incredulously the unfolding events before her.

They had all attributed Wu Heng’s unusual abilities to his ‘superpowers’.

After all, this newly coined term can apply to all kinds of inexplicable abilities.

But a piece of cloth making him invisible was hard to associate with the awakened superpowers, let alone that burning incense burner.

Though it didn’t resemble anything local, it was definitely an antique piece. The scent it gave off made one feel a bit light-headed.

Soon, the coach door opened again, and Basen reappeared after it had closed.

He returned the linen cloth to Wu Heng.

“Make sure everyone stays on the coach, and wait until dark!” Wu Heng declared.

Li Yahong nodded and relayed his words to everyone in the convoy.

Both sides stood off against each other, creating a deadlock.

The skeleton army stood still on the street.

All the people inside the building were also on high alert, carefully monitoring every move from afar.

…

Time gradually passed.

The sky dimmed progressively.

Clang~!

Suddenly, a watchman on the wall keeled over, falling flat on his face.

The long-haired boss was taken aback and cursed, “Fuck, what’s going on?”

Before he even finished his sentence,

one after another, people on the ground and on the wall collapsed.

They appeared to have fainted.

At this point, the boss realized something was amiss. He quickly shouted, “Wet your handkerchief, the air is poisoned.”

Even the stronger ones felt dizzy and staggered inside the building.

They searched for handkerchiefs or scarves to cover their mouths and noses.

…

“Uncle, many of them have fallen.” Xiao Xiao flew back and reported.

Wu Heng handed his iPad to Xiao Xiao and ordered the skeletons behind him, “Skeleton Bull, ram the iron gate.”

Outside, the skeleton army made a path.

The Skeleton Bull, resembling a giant elephant, began to charge, its footfalls echoing on the ground.

On the wall, everyone was panicking.

Someone ignited a Molotov cocktail, raised it above his head, ready to toss it.

Bang~!

A gunshot sounded, the Molotov cocktail shattered, and flames cascaded down like a waterfall.

Instantly, both the man who threw it and the entire wall were engulfed in flames.

Sniper.

It was that sniper again.

The few others who were holding Molotov cocktails, their mouths and noses covered, hesitated.

At this point, the Skeleton Bull had already reached the iron gate.

Its bullhorn, as thick as a man’s arm, hit the iron gate with a loud bang that echoed across the sky.

Then came the second, the third bull.

They successively rammed into the black iron gate.

The enormous force caused the bolts on the door to loosen.

With a loud clang, the iron gate fell to the ground.

Immediately after, a sea of skeletons surged into the building, beginning a bloodbath with the survivors inside.

Shouts of killing and the sounds of fighting instantly filled the area.