Standing up, he saw outside the iron railings that most of the zombies in the factory corridor had already escaped and were running towards the location of the gunshots outside.

There were only a dozen zombies left, leaning their rotten faces against the iron railings, looking greedily at the people imprisoned inside.

The rotten face was squeezed and deformed by too much force.

There was even a zombie with bulging eyes that fell to the ground.

But the people imprisoned inside did not have any iron weapons on their bodies, so they were unable to attack these zombies.

As enslaved by the motorcycle gangs, these people were not allowed to carry any weapons, not even a piece of wood.

After morning arrived, these zombies did not leave. Instead, they hid in this corridor. They could not escape at all.

At this time, there was finally movement outside, but there were still some zombies that did not leave.

Jiu Ge thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out what was going on outside, so he walked to the corner and leaned against the old Huangtou who was napping.

"Lao Huang." Jiu Ge didn't call him Lao Huangtou. Adding a "tou" always seemed impolite. After yesterday's incident, Jiu Ge had some admiration for Lao Huangtou. This old Huangtou is a smart man.

Jiuge likes to deal with smart people the most.

After hearing Jiuge's voice, Old Huangtou slowly opened his eyes and looked at him doubtfully: "Jiuge, what's wrong?"

Jiuge pointed outside and said, "Did you hear the gunshots outside?"

"I heard you. What's the matter?" Old Huangtou narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the zombie still lying on the iron railing, and replied.

"Aren't you curious about what's going on outside?" Jiuge looked at him in confusion.

Old Huangtou grinned, showing the gap between his two front teeth, and said: "No matter what happens, it is a good thing for us!"

"Good thing? How can you see it?" Jiuge felt a little tired from standing, so he also squatted down.

As slaves, they are basically equivalent to consumables. Basically, they will be given something to eat after three days. This is because the motorcycle gangs need them to build the wall, otherwise they will not be given any food.

Many slaves starved to death, and these people who died of starvation were simply ran away by the motorcycle gangs and dumped in the wilderness.

I have been hungry for too long and am dizzy.

After squatting down, I felt much better.

Old Huangtou was also a little dizzy from hunger, and explained with a smile: "Of course it's a good thing. Look at the zombies outside those iron railings. If there hadn't been any movement outside, it is estimated that the zombies outside the railings would have stayed there.

If we stay there, we will starve to death sooner or later.

There are gunshots outside, there are only two possibilities.

The first possibility is that the old biker gang is back and they are cleaning up the zombies that entered last night, which caused the gunshots.

For us, when they come back, they will definitely come to the factory to clean up the zombies. Then we will return to the way we were before, but at least we won't be directly trapped in it. At least we can survive for a while.

The second possibility is that I guess that when the old ghost went out yesterday, he must have encountered something outside. It was probably his enemy. The old ghost and the others were killed by them, and then this group of people who didn’t know where they came from came over.

Take away the old ghost's lair.

If it's these people who don't know their origins, they will definitely find this place later, and they will definitely clean up these zombies.

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This is also a good thing for us.”

Old Huangtou's words were a little leaky, but Jiuge still understood what he said. Through his analysis, everything seemed to be exactly what Old Huangtou said.

only.

Jiuge suddenly frowned and said: "We have never met those people, let alone understand them. How can you judge that they will clean up the zombies outside the iron railings? What if they want to kill us?

?”

"Hahaha."

Old Huangtou smiled, then sat up straight and said to Jiuge: "I don't know whether those people are good or bad, and in the end of the world, there is no good or bad, only interests. They will not destroy the locomotives.

The party is good people.

But at least, the motorcycle gang is so bad, no matter how bad they are, how bad can they get. No matter how miserable we are, how bad can we get."

"Then why can you say that they won't kill us? What if they regard us as motorcycle gang members?" Jiuge asked with a frown.

Old Huangtou touched his clothes that had been whipped into strips by the biker gang. The clothes were in tatters and there were some blood-red dirt on his body formed by the hardening of blood.

He smiled between his front teeth and said, "Do we look like bikies now?"

Jiuge looked at the people around him. Most of them had been whipped by the motorcycle gangs. When they were building the wall before, the motorcycle gangs liked to torture people. Generally speaking, if they moved slowly,

I will beat them.

But some people in the motorcycle gang enjoy torturing others, and they like to be whipped from time to time. They enjoy the pleasure of bullying others, which makes them feel superior to others and the joy of being able to control other people's lives at will, which makes them very fascinated.

As a result, most of the slaves, old, weak, sick and disabled who were imprisoned here died, and those who survived were only young and middle-aged people in good health.

Although there are men and women who are good-looking, they use them to vent their sexual desires, but only some men and women with ordinary looks and relatively strong bodies can stay.

As for these people, many of them were not fully clothed, their hair was unkempt, and their bodies reeked of sweat from days of hard work.

Combined with being imprisoned here, it is obvious that anyone with a discerning eye can see that they are just a group of people who are treated as slaves by the motorcycle gangs.

"Huh - what you said makes sense. But why can you be sure that they won't kill us?" Jiuge asked again.

Old Huangtou felt that sitting up was a bit exhausting, so he leaned against the wall again and said slowly: "The bustling world is all for profit; the bustling world is all for profit. At least we are still a labor force, and they kill us to do this.

What.

What's more, killing us will cost bullets and energy. If we are reduced to the point where we are no threat at all, there will be no benefit for them to kill us.

Unless they are mentally ill, anti-human, and specialize in killing people for pleasure. If that’s the case, then we are dead and we’re dead!”

After Lao Huang finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.

Then he murmured: "We don't rule out the possibility, but the possibility is very low. Just wait, we can't do anything now, everything will be known later."

Looking at Old Huangtou who looked calm and could even lean against the wall and squint to relax, Jiu Ge felt inexplicably impressed.

If nothing else, this old yellow head is not only smart, but also has a great mentality.

.......

Outside the factory.

As the gunfire approached, Ju Tianrui and others soon cleared most of the area.

But as they cleaned up, they discovered that there were not many members of the motorcycle gang left here. So far, except for the person who secretly fired the gun in the first place, and Lao Luo's bomb blast, they only found

Three people, who had also been shot, lay dying in a closed room.

What they didn't know was that last night, the escaped motorcycle gangs had a gun battle with Lao Gui's diehard loyalists, killing most of them, and some of the remaining people couldn't escape and were overtaken and bitten to death by the zombies.

Therefore, when Li Yu and others came here at dawn, there were less than eight people alive in the entire motorcycle gang, and two of them had gunshot wounds.

.........

After cleaning most of the area, they finally arrived at the center of the biker gang's lair.

In the center, there is the most luxurious house in the entire lair.

It is eight stories high and is quite luxuriously decorated.

Cannon, Li Gang and Ju Tianrui's team walked up to the central building.

Their eyes were full of vigilance, and they knew that there were probably zombies here, and even more likely there were remnants of the motorcycle gang.

Bang bang bang!

They met a lot of zombies on the first floor, and with the cooperation of a few people, they cleared them up very quickly.

Immediately afterwards, they continued to move up, maintaining their formation, ensuring that when two people rushed forward, there was someone behind them to cover them.

Soon, they cleared up to the fourth floor.

There were only a few zombies on the fourth floor, and they were able to clean them up easily.

They are very cautious. When going upstairs, they will not rush up directly. Instead, they will use the mirror they carry to look up and then enter the corner.

When opening a door, at least two people need to team up. One person kicks the door open, and the other person aims at the door until he sees no one in his direct line of sight, then quickly pokes in, and then scans. Once he finds someone inside, he can shoot.

.......

There are many operations and tips similar to this. Some of them were taught by Uncle San when he was training them, and some of them were summed up through countless practical experiences in the apocalypse.

To use Li Yu's words, if you are careful, you will only have one life. If you are not careful, you will die without knowing how.

Li Yu's concept has influenced everyone at the Da Zhangshu Base, and everyone works in accordance with this concept.

No matter how boring it is to wear a helmet, they will not take it off until they are in a safe environment.

This method also reduced the personnel losses at Da Zhangshu Base to a very small number.

Cannon and the others opened every door on the fourth floor to ensure that no blind spots were missed.

At this time, there is only the last room left, which is near the large terrace on the fourth floor.

Just as Li Gang was about to push the door open, Ju Tianrui beside him quickly said: "Wait a moment."

When Li Gang heard this, he did not stop at the door, but immediately ran to the door. This ensured that even if someone inside had a gun and fired through the wooden door, he could escape. Therefore, when they were cleaning, they usually would not close the door.
To be continued...