"If we get our hands on the weapons, they will never come and save us!" a boy with slit eyes said in exasperation.
"Yeah. We don't know how to use guns either. So what if we get them? We can't beat those zombies at all. But they're different! They have professional training!" Deng Ziyue was also becoming annoyed. "They're already here! Why aren't they coming up?!"
"There are still those soldiers, right? They need weapons…" someone mumbled and looked at the hemp rope on the table. It was tens of meters long. Long enough to put down and pick up the weapons.
Over 20 pairs of eyes fell on the hemp rope and glanced away. "Regardless, we can't go down. Those zombies are too horrifying!"
Deng Ziyue ran over and threw the rope into the trash can. "Get them to save us!"
Below.
Tang Susu, who had been staring into the air for a long while, blinked. Her expression was as cold as ice. It was just as she had expected.
