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

Zhang Ye did not immediately back out.

At this time, almost half of the twenty zombie guards were pressing ahead.

Their bodies completely isolated the horde of zombies in the first-floor hall of the mall from the four people.

Plus, everyone was keeping quiet, and the smell of their bodies was masked by the stench of the guards, so the zombies ahead would not notice the entrance here for quite some time.

This allowed them to take the opportunity to carefully observe the interior environment of the mall.

Soon, Ai Bing also noticed something amiss.

"Most of the zombies seem to be near the escalators."

"Could it be there—"

Her words were hesitant.

It was obvious that she was not very certain about her own speculation.

But Zhang Ye directly nodded, looking toward the direction of the elevator and said, "You're not wrong."

"It must have been blocked by someone."

"There are people above."

As soon as he spoke, the expressions of the three people beside him showed surprise.

There were no fewer than a thousand zombies downstairs.

Could there actually be people upstairs?

Is that possible?

Wang Hu instinctively wanted to ask the boss how he knew.

But then he thought about it, it seemed like when he had been hiding in the unfinished building on the construction site, the other guy had approached silently.

Nine times out of ten, it was also a kind of corporate capability.

Better to ask less.

Just then, a sudden noise came from outside.

Everyone rushed out to see, only to find the swarm of zombies in front of the mall moving toward a certain direction for some reason.

It seemed as though something was attracting them.

Du Chao had sharp eyes.

He pointed at the front of the horde and said,

"Boss!"

"There seems to be someone!"

No sooner had he spoken than a miserable scream came from that direction, which lasted for less than a few seconds before it suddenly stopped.

A moment later, a few skeletons appeared in the midst of the dispersing horde.

The zombies then began to wander again.

Half an hour later.

Zhang Ye looked at the skeletons at his feet.

The bloodstains on them had just started to congeal, clearly left not long ago.

And the positions of the scattered skeletons were precisely at the emergency exit on the side of the mall, with a blood-stained iron door that still had a key inserted.

The few who died seemed to have tried to enter from here.

Unfortunately, they were too slow.

Click.

The iron door opened in an instant, and Wang Hu quickly stepped back several paces.

The zombie guards standing guard on both sides immediately took his place, and the half-human-high shields firmly protected the four of them.

Inside was a corridor that led straight to the first-floor hall of the mall.

To the right was a somewhat narrow staircase.

This was the emergency passage.

The Wan Da shopping mall had a total of eight floors.

At this moment, this staircase was the only passage to the upper floors.

For safety's sake, Zhang Ye still had two zombie guards walk in front side by side, while he and Ai Bing and the others followed behind.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Who would have expected that just as they reached the third floor, they would run into three men in the staircase.

The leader was a man with yellow hair.

"Deputy Chief?"

He was startled.

His gaze was fixed on the uniforms on the guards.

The weapon in his hand was instantly raised, a wooden stick as long as a forearm with several crooked iron nails on it.

It was obviously torn off directly from some furniture.

"Damn it!"

"Quick, notify the boss!"

"Tell him they've brought the Deputy Chief here!"

The two men beside him spat out the cigarette butts in their mouths and turned to run,

only to be tackled to the ground by several guards in the blink of an eye.

The yellow-haired man suddenly became panicked, his body subconsciously retreating to the corner, just to see those figures in the security uniforms suddenly make way.

A man who looked to be in his twenties emerged.

Next to him, there was a tall woman.

Both were unfamiliar faces.

The two companions on the ground were still struggling.

Wang Hu and Du Chao didn't say a word and immediately stepped forward to slap each person across the face several times.

"Speak up!"

"How many people are still in the building!"

"If you don't talk, we'll break your legs and throw you outside!"

The two on the ground hadn't even opened their mouths yet when their cheeks were already swollen from the heavy blows of their large hands, only managing to moan in pain.

Zhang Ye, seeing this, quickly raised his hand to stop them.

"Don't be so rough."

"We're here to look for things, not to fight."

"What if they're good people?"

He said this and turned his head to look at Huang Mao, who was nervously swallowing his saliva, "You agree, right, little Huang Mao?"

Huang Mao watched his companions on the ground, his eyelids twitching.

He wasn't an idiot.

He could tell that these people in front of him were definitely not any sort of police supervisors.

If they were not police supervisors and were from outside, then most likely they were not in league with the one surnamed Xu.

With this in mind, he suddenly felt emboldened.

His eyes took on an arrogant look.

"Release my brothers quickly!"

"Otherwise, when the boss gets here, you'll have a taste of what's coming to you!"

Zhang Ye was taken aback, almost thinking he had heard wrong.

This kid talks so tough?

Could he be blind?

Huang Mao, seeing that he seemed to have been scared by his own words, wore an even more complacent expression on his face.

"Don't think you're something special just because you have more people."

"Just twenty people, right?"

"Tch, trash."

A word laden with contempt, "trash," finally caused Zhang Ye to lose his patience for conversation.

He looked at Huang Mao impassively.

He gestured with a nod of his chin.

The two bodyguards behind him immediately rushed up to grab Huang Mao, lashing out left and right until the man's face was completely blurred from the beatings.

Only then did Zhang Ye step forward again and gently asked:

"Are you ready to talk properly now?"

Huang Mao couldn't speak anymore.

He could only nod repeatedly.

The two on the ground were left with nothing but pained gasps.

Five minutes later, the three were crouching with their heads in their hands in a corner, and then they started to confess everything about the mall in great detail.

The pond was small, but it was filled with plenty of terrapins.

It was not necessary to say much about the first floor.

Zombies were everywhere.

The second floor, due to its proximity to the first floor, was also rarely frequented.

Therefore, the remaining area of the mall where movement was possible mainly concentrated on the levels above the third floor.

These six floors were each controlled by four different groups.

The third floor was a recreational area.

Mostly old people and children who had lost their parents gathered there.

Above the fourth floor were various food and beverage stores.

Conflicts broke out most fiercely here.

After over a week of scrambling, the seventh and eighth floors were finally dominated by a man named Chen Bingjiang.

He was the boss Huang Mao and the other two were referring to.

His nickname was Fatty Dragon.

He was rumored to have done time.

After getting out, he started a debt collection company with a bunch of brothers.

On the day of the incident, he was buying a cellphone on the first floor with his lover.

As soon as the zombies came in,

Chen Bingjiang pushed the woman in his arms into the embrace of the zombies and then ran wildly to the second floor with a few underlings.

Then here they encountered a police supervisor.

Xu Lin.

The controller of the mall's fourth floor.

The two hit it off and quickly made a decision.

To seal the escalator entrance.

They succeeded in containing the spread of the infection.

The once bustling and lively first floor of the mall thus became a playground for the zombies.

And the few hundred people who survived soon fell into a new chaos.

Fighting over supplies.