The Mausoleum

Everything returned to normal.

Fang Heng gently rubbed his shoulders and looked behind him.

Through the vampire's night vision ability, he saw more than ten armored vehicles slowly approaching the sentry tower.

Lu Yanlong also hurried over and said, "Mr. Fang, the people from the Federation are here."

"Yes."

Fang Heng nodded, his expression turning serious.

He didn't want to meet the Western District Federation under such circumstances. He hurriedly controlled the zombie clones to leave the outpost with the remaining boxes of energy weapons. They left in the direction of the east and disappeared into the darkness.

Lu Yanlong hesitated for a moment before persuading, "Mr. Fang, you should leave first and leave the rest to us. It won't be good if your identity is exposed."