Chapter 29: Gunshots, Corpses Moving

　　Sean and the others looked at each other, obviously not expecting that the other side would actually come over so brazenly.

　　Sean said quickly, "T-boy, go to the second floor immediately, find a window, set up your gun, and if I yell 'Shit', you shoot them in the head."

　　T nodded, knowing that now was not the time to talk nonsense, and prepared to walk towards the stairs.

　　Sean suddenly thought of Moore's catchphrase and reminded him, "Remember, it's me who yells, not Moore."

　　"I'll remember that." Tzai agreed and went up the stairs carefully. There might be zombies here, so he had to be careful.

　　Sean and the other two moved towards the glass door, hid behind the wall, and looked out the door at an angle.

　　There were only two people, one fat and one thin. The thin white man was the one who spoke, and he raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

　　Seeing no one responded, Joey couldn't help but say again, "Guys, we don't mean any harm. My name is Joey, this is Tom, I just think we should talk."

　　Sean whispered, "Are there any of their heads?"

　　Daryl shook his head.

　　Yes, how could other bosses take risks so easily?

　　Sean thought about it, and instead of going out, he responded directly, "What do you want to talk about?"

　　Joey looked around and said, "You are the ones who cleaned up the zombies outside the police station, right? Have you set your sights on the police station's weapons?"

　　Sean asked, "So you're targeting us, right? Do you want to reap the benefits?"

　　"No, no, no, you misunderstood. We are not watching you. We have been watching the police station, but we didn't take action because there were too many zombies."

　　"What do you want to talk about? We are not interested in these lies that can be made up at will."

　　"This is true, I swear to God, okay, it doesn't matter, what I want to say is:

　　We have been keeping an eye on the police station, and you have cleared the zombies outside the police station. Neither of us can easily give up the weapons in the police station, right?

　　There might even be a firefight over weapons, but I don't think that's necessary.

　　We can definitely cooperate. There are a lot of weapons in the police station, enough for both of us to share."

　　"Then how do you think it should be divided?" Sean's mouth curled up into a curve.

　　Joey outside did not hesitate. It was obvious that he had already discussed it. He said directly, "Fifty-fifty, we split it fifty-fifty. We each get half of those weapons. It's fair, right?"

　　"Haha, you haven't done anything yet, and you come right in and ask for half. You're really asking for too much."

　　"We have been watching for a long time, okay, if you hadn't gotten there first, and if you are not satisfied, we can discuss it slowly.

　　But we have been talking for so long, you should show some sincerity, at least we should talk face to face. "

　　"Huh." Sean didn't say anything else. He turned off the safety of the Beretta, which was already loaded and loaded, and put it behind his waist.

　　Daryl glanced at Sean, "Do you believe it?"

　　Sean pulled out the dagger and whispered, "I just think that using a gun makes too much noise. There is one of their people behind the third window on the third floor opposite. He is using a long gun. It is too far away for me to see clearly. I didn't see anything else."

　　Daryl narrowed his eyes and said, "Besides that man, there is another one on the roof of the fourth floor at half past ten, and another one on the second floor at one o'clock. Neither of them is their boss."

　　Moore smiled and said, "Not bad, brother. Sheriff, I am a little surprised that you made up your mind so quickly. Not bad, you have the style of me in my old days."

　　Daryl ignored Maul and looked at Sean, "Are you sure?"

　　Sean nodded. "That was an exaggerated performance. They know there are only a few of us. No matter how long they have been watching the police station, they can't say they will split the money with us.

　　If they were arrogant and said they would spare our lives and let us go, I would still believe them."

　　"In that case, let's do it. It's better to strike first!" Moore pursed his lips.

　　"Darryl, find a suitable position and, if possible, kill a gunman with a crossbow first."

　　Sean hesitated, "Moir, you..."

　　"I'm fine now. I'll be fine after that period. How could Mr. Moore fail at the critical moment?"

　　Moore smiled with a relaxed expression, as if everything was fine. "I can handle the two guys outside at the same time. The guy on the other side will definitely not be able to react in time."

　　"Do you guys want to come out or not?" Seeing no response for a long time, Joey finally became impatient.

　　"Then do it. I'll go over there and kill as many people as I can before the gun goes off!"

　　Daryl had already left, not knowing where to find the right position, he only had two crossbow bolts and he would not allow any mistakes.

　　Joey outside the building finally realized something was wrong after shouting a few times. He slapped Tom's hand and turned and ran without even saying a word.

　　Just then, the door opened!

　　Before Tom could react, a folding knife was already flying towards him. He watched the blade getting closer and closer to him, but his body couldn't keep up.

　　Hiss~

　　The blade pierced into the flesh, leaving only the handle exposed.

　　This knife aimed at Tom's heart.

　　There was no deviation, so Tom fell down, blood gushing from his mouth and choking into his trachea.

　　He is not dead yet, but death is inevitable, it is just a matter of time.

　　The other knife might be because it was thrown by Moore's left hand, or because Moore's condition had not fully recovered, but of course the more likely possibility was that Joey reacted in advance.

　　The knife pierced his back, but it was not a fatal part. Even so, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

　　After falling down, Joey took out his pistol and fired a shot behind him without any hesitation.

　　"Bang!"

　　The loud sound of gunfire was so harsh in the quiet town.

　　There was a brief silence after the gunshot, as if the air had frozen.

　　But the next moment, roars were heard all over the town, on the streets, in shopping malls, and in residents' residential buildings.

　　"Uh uh uh..."...

　　The roar of the zombies should have been very low and not loud, and could not be heard at all from a distance, but at this moment.

　　Roars were heard from all over the town, and as if in response, more roars were heard in more places.

　　All these sounds seemed to merge into one.

　　The dead town wakes up...

　　I was awakened by a gunshot!

　　No one knows, maybe if there are any survivors in the town they will know.

　　The town's population is not just 10,000 or 20,000.

　　Because of the disaster at that time, this town is close to Atlanta.

　　The citizens of Atlanta rushed into this small town frantically, even if they were just fleeing in one direction.

　　There are nearly 100,000 of them, plus the original residents of the town, there are more than 100,000 zombies here!

　　The best proof of this is the abandoned private cars on the blocked roads in the north of the town.

　　Unfortunately, Sean and his friends entered the town from the west and were unaware of all this.

　　Now, if someone is in the air, they can see a large dark area in the north of the town, a terrifying scene like a swarm of locusts passing through.

　　But those weren't locusts, they were zombies!

　　Countless zombies!

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