"Haha, all geared up, it's time to give that birdbrain a hard time!" Tang Ye carelessly glanced at the almost skeletal corpses on the ground, took down something from them that looked like ammunition, and walked out the door, pushing aside the zombies. He didn't realize that something within him had subtly changed.
Tang Ye got to the stairwell on the first floor, dumped all the stuff he was carrying on the ground. He was going out after Fu Xinkun, and it would be too much trouble to carry more than one gun. He checked the magazines in all the guns and found no more than five or six bullets in each, some didn't even have one.
He wasn't worried, didn't he have more bullets? There should be plenty of them!
However, Tang Ye furrowed his brows after emptying out all the ammo belts.
"F*ck, that's all? These bastards!" Tang Ye cursed under his breath. Out of all the bullets, he only found forty-six. Not even enough to fill up a full and a half magazines.
