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

Chapter 149 Poker Cards?

Big Beard glanced at the two men acting obediently and couldn't help but find it amusing.

Indeed, guns were the most effective these days.

He didn't have time for chit-chat, so after shoving the man on his back into the rear seat, he quickly dragged the old man into the front.

"Stop dawdling, your son is fine!"

"Drive, quick!"

The old man seemed still worried.

But he clearly understood the urgency of the situation.

With a release of the clutch, the domestic business car instantly zoomed forward with a buzz.

Yet, the shadow that had just chased into the box didn't show any intention of dodging. Its slender body almost grazing the ground, it appeared less than five meters in front of the car in the blink of an eye.

Big Beard's gaze tensed, and he unconsciously shouted, "No need to dodge!"

"Just ram it to death!"

Although the old man was panicked, his mind was much clearer than before—after all, his cherished son was lying in the back seat at this moment.

He shifted gears rapidly, the gas pedal hitting the floor in an instant.

The engine roared as if it had gone mad, but the shadow that had been running towards them suddenly disappeared!

Instead, the people inside the car, because of the acceleration, were all pressed against their seats, the cold wind pouring in from the windows and hitting their faces, making everyone involuntarily shiver.

Hou Shubin, sitting by the window, was about to reach out and close it, when suddenly there was a loud thump above his head.

"Damn!"

"It's on top!"

He realized this in an instant, but before his hand could hit the button, a dark, fierce face suddenly hung down from above!

"Shit!"

It was a Type-D Mutant Zombie!

Hou Shubin was so frightened that he nearly jumped out of his seat.

The head in front of him was only as big as an adult man's palm, but the exaggerated mouth slit extended to the roots of its ears, and the dense, sharp teeth looked extremely terrifying.

Without a second thought, he drew his gun, ready to fire at the creature.

At such a close distance, the revolver's power was sufficient to blow the Type-D Mutant Zombie's head to pieces.

But before he could even lift the muzzle, a claw as thin as a child's arm reached in from outside, and before Hou Shubin could react, it had already left several white marks on the armor over his chest.

The harsh scraping noise seemed to cut right through everyone's hearts.

Big Beard turned and fired!

Bang!

But in his panic, he missed at less than half a meter's distance! Startled by the gunshot, the zombie clinging to the window became even more ferocious, its body halfway inside as it swiped its claws.

Hou Shubin, who had just broken out in a cold sweat, tried to dodge to the side immediately upon seeing this.

But the space inside the car was too cramped, and with the two others frantically pushing him out, he felt as if he were pinned down, unable to move.

"Big Beard!"

"Help me, quick!"

In his desperation, he once again called out to Big Beard for help.

But just at that moment, Big Beard's gun jammed, and he was frantically trying to clear it, while the Type-D Mutant Zombie's claw reached out and grabbed onto his chest armor again.

At that moment, Hou Shubin finally realized the value of the armor. Read exclusive content at empire

Bulky and heavy, but with quite decent protective power.

It could really save your life in a critical moment!

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, those slender claws reached out towards the three inside the car again.

Just as they were about to claw Hou Shubin's unprotected arms, the seemingly half-dead man in the back somehow managed to get up and with one swift cut, he chopped off half of the claw.

The Type-D Mutant Zombie, hanging onto the car by that claw, suddenly swayed, nearly falling out.

By the time it managed to regain its balance and tried to stick its head back in, Big Beard had already stretched the gun through from the front.

Bang!

That face instantly became a void!

The headless corpse was soon pushed and shoved out of the car window by Hou Shubin in a frantic panic.

Following that, an angry roar erupted from the car, "What were you two thinking just now!"

"Trying to throw me out?"

Hou Shubin was gripping the collar of the person to his left, his expression exaggerated and contorted.

The relief of surviving the ordeal not only failed to quell the anger in his heart but intensified his dissatisfaction and disgust towards the two men, wishing he could shoot them dead on the spot.

The old man driving the car kept peeking at the situation in the back through the rearview mirror, his expression hesitant and uneasy.

But in the end, he didn't even let out half a fart.

The reason was simple: he didn't dare.

Luckily, Big Beard next to him still managed to keep his thoughts clear.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead as though relieved, reloading his pistol while turning his head to persuade, "Old Hou, let it go. Anyone would have done the same in that situation."

Hou Shubin glanced at him subconsciously upon hearing these words, and seeing the seriousness in Big Beard's expression, his gaze suddenly filled with surprise.

From what he knew about Big Beard, the man was neither tolerant nor kind.

But then it dawned on him.

It was probably for the sake of a favor.

They worked in intelligence, and apart from sharp observation skills, what was most important was building good relationships with all sorts of people.

The three people in the car clearly all came from the same place.

Keeping a favor to spare was evidently beneficial for the work ahead.

It would make it easier to gather information about the settlement.

Having understood all this, Hou Shubin's mood began to gradually calm down. After glowering at the two men resentfully, he finally let go of the collar he was holding.

"Next time, I'll shoot you dead with one shot,"

he warned coldly.

The man indeed showed a grateful expression.

His head nodded non-stop like a chicken pecking at rice, repeatedly uttering thanks, but how much of it was sincere, nobody knew.

But for Big Beard and Hou Shubin, that was already enough.

The tension in the car finally eased.

Hou Shubin had let the two men off the hook, but his gaze shifted to the person they had just saved.

"Thanks for what you did just now,"

he said. The man was still quite pale and immediately shook his head in response,

"No need for thanks,"

"You're the ones who saved me."

"By the way, I'll give this to you."

As he spoke, he took something out from his chest, and in the dimness of the car, it could only be vaguely seen as a rectangular box.

Hou Shubin knew it was a gesture of thanks and didn't hesitate to accept it directly.

But upon closer inspection, he was somewhat confused.

It didn't seem to be any kind of food.

A deck of poker cards?

He instantly felt a little disappointed, but the expressions of the two men beside him suddenly changed.

Even the old man driving the car became restless for some reason.

His eyes fixed on the poker cards through the rearview mirror.

Big Beard was the first to notice the strangeness of these people, but before he could say anything, he heard the old man speak in a tone of surprise:

"Xiaowei, are there any more?"

"The store can't only have this one deck of cards, right?"