You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 108 What? Went to the Wrong Place?

Zhang Ye was equally startled.

How could an armed bandit suddenly appear out of nowhere?

This was Shen Zhou, after all!

Apart from a very few individuals, ordinary people had never even seen a handgun, not to mention the frightening-looking rifle in that person's hands.

A single shot had sent the zombie bodyguard flying?

How powerful must that be?

As soon as the gunshot rang out, he immediately pulled Ai Bing, who was poised to shield him, down with him into a crouch.

At the same time, more than a dozen bodyguards had already surrounded the two of them with shields, forming an impenetrable wall of bodies.

Meanwhile, members of the combat teams were quickly finding nearby cover to hide behind.

Xu Lin, seeing that Zhang Ye was unharmed, immediately relaxed and then quickly looked up at the wall.

The man from before had disappeared.

He probably had taken cover.

To be honest, Xu Lin had no idea where the other party's gun had come from, but at that moment, contemplating such a question was obviously useless.

Taking advantage of the gunman's absence, Xu Lin quickly surveyed the surroundings.

The factory was located right in front of a wide road.

The recent gunshot had clearly attracted the attention of the surrounding zombies; shadows were beginning to stir under the shade of the trees in the flower beds and in the alleys at the street corners. It was predicted that within ten minutes, a horde of at least about fifty zombies would form.

If they lingered too long, or if someone was accidentally injured during the battle,

The number of zombies, lured by the noise and blood, would inevitably increase, leading to a larger horde and the dangers they faced would also multiply.

They also had to be wary of the gunman inside the wall.

In this situation, constrained from both front and rear, the company's personnel only had a few abandoned vehicles by the roadside that could serve as cover.

For safety's sake, it was better to advise Zhang Ye to retreat first.

Thinking this, Xu Lin was about to call out in Zhang Ye's direction.

But before he could say anything, he saw the bodyguards surrounding Zhang Ye suddenly slam their shields against the factory's gate followed by several loud bangs.

One could vaguely see a bodyguard swinging an axe, furiously smashing.

Clack.

The lock suddenly fell off.

The tightly closed gates were abruptly burst open.

Zhang Ye's face brightened, and he was just about to order his men to charge in when another loud gunshot exploded by his ear.

Then, a figure interposed itself in front of him.

Damn it.

He didn't have a chance to take cover; his body was already pinned to the ground by the bodyguard who had been sent flying, and in a flash, his nostrils were overwhelmed with a foul stench.

"What are you all waiting for?"

"Go, catch him for me!"

Zhang Ye was jumbled and pressured under the weight.

He hadn't even recovered his senses when he heard chaos erupting all around.

The moment the incident occurred, Ai Bing had immediately sent combat team members and bodyguards to chase the man, while she, with a look of urgent concern, helped Zhang Ye to his feet.

"Zhang Ye, are you hurt?"

"Or is there any discomfort? Tell me quickly!"

As she spoke, her hands began to frantically search over Zhang Ye's body, only to be caught by the man.

"Stop touching."

"If you keep going, there's going to be trouble."

Zhang Ye winked at her, flashing a knowing smile which caused the woman to roll her eyes at him in annoyance.

He chuckled unconcernedly, and the first thing he did after getting up was to close the gate.

"Phew."

"Now it's safe."

"Where is Xu Lin? I don't see him."

Zhang Ye turned to look around, but all he saw was a few bodyguards who had entered a state of alert, with neither Xu Lin nor the combat team in sight.

Ai Bing pointed her chin towards the factory building directly in front of the gate.

"They went after him."

"The guy who fired the shots went into the factory building."

No sooner had she finished speaking than several more gunshots rang out from the factory building a few dozen meters away, causing both of them to involuntarily tense up.

A few minutes later, Xu Lin returned with the operation team.

With them was a man wearing handcuffs.

It was the assailant.

The man had a head of short, red hair that at first glance made him look a bit like an idle delinquent from the streets.

Yet his face bore the look of someone who had been through a lot of hardship.

He squinted at Zhang Ye.

"Director Zhang, are you okay?"

The first thing Xu Lin asked upon seeing Zhang Ye was this. After receiving a positive response, he then began to describe what had happened just now.

"..."

"Director Zhang, I'm afraid we've come to the wrong place..."

"This factory isn't a food processing plant at all, it processes steel parts..."

As he spoke, he suddenly handed something over.

Zhang Ye took a look and his eyes immediately flashed with a shock.

Could this be the gun the man had used just now?

Could it really?

The thing currently in his hands, to call it a gun would be generous – it looked more like a steel pipe with a handle.

In terms of its shape, it did look somewhat like a foreign double-barreled shotgun.

But its construction was exceedingly——

Crude.

Zhang Ye and Ai Bing marveled at the homemade shotgun in front of them, but the red-haired man who was held between two team members remained silent from start to finish.

Until someone kicked the back of his leg.

"What are you looking at!"

"You dare to stare at the boss's wife?"

If it weren't for his homemade gun's limited range, the shot earlier in the factory would have taken the team member's life; therefore, their attitude towards him was naturally far from friendly.

Under the pain, the red-haired man immediately knelt on the ground, his expression turning vicious.

"Screw you!"

"If you've got the guts, kill me!"

"If I so much as grunt, you're all sons of bitches!"

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He spewed a string of fluent and unhesitant profanity that was quintessential to Shen Zhou, and then once again endured the beating from the operation team members.

It wasn't until Zhang Ye suddenly told them to stop.

"Where did the gun come from?"

The red-haired man, his face swollen like a steamed bun, showed no intention of answering.

He simply snorted coldly through his nostrils.

His attitude was extremely hostile.

Seeing this, Ding Zhixiong and Lachang immediately rolled up their sleeves, ready to dish out more punishment, but saw that Zhang Ye had already pulled a bodyguard over and squatted in front of the man.

He dragged the man's face in front of the bodyguard's and then abruptly removed the helmet.

Underneath the helmet was flesh that writhed.

The red-haired man's pupils shrank sharply, and his body instinctively tried to pull back, but Zhang Ye pinned his neck down, forcing his face tight against the corrupt visage of the bodyguard.

"They haven't eaten in a long time."

"Do you want to try?"

The red-haired man didn't speak.

But his tense body had already betrayed his inner fear.

After several minutes in this state, his body suddenly relaxed, and he then slumped to the dusty ground.

"Huff, huff, huff."

"The gun, the gun was made by me."

"In the storeroom, there are a few more. If you want them, you can take them all."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye's eyes immediately revealed a 'just as I thought' look, and the way he looked at the man suddenly became more greedy.

It was as if flowers you intended to bloom may not blossom, yet willows planted without intention might grow. Indeed!

A few guns, and he thinks he can appease me?

Is he kidding?