Crack! Another shot, and another henchman fell to the ground, unable to get up.
The rest of the group looked at Tommy with fear and anxiety, urgently asking, "Boss, what do we do? Boss, say something!" However, Waldo didn't give them much time.
One by one, teammates fell, until only Tommy was left. Tommy felt a sense of despair, holding his crossbow and shouting somewhat madly, "10086, if you're a man, come out and face me! Hiding won't save you!"
In response, he received a gunshot in his leg. The intense pain almost made him drop the crossbow. Waldo, perhaps being considerate, proceeded to smash the crossbow in Tommy's hand. Then, he calmly walked out of the courtyard.
Waldo looked at Tommy as if he were watching a mouse trapped in a cage, just as he had observed back when he lived in a rental house.
Waldo scavenged what little supplies remained from the group and threw the bodies outside the fortified walls. Tomorrow morning, the diligent zombie cleanup crew would take care of cleaning it all up.
Having dealt with the imminent threat that weighed heavily on his mind, Waldo breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his room, casually collapsing onto the soft, king-sized bed.
Finally, he had removed the thorn in his heart. Waldo closed his eyes and slept peacefully, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.
Waking up naturally, Waldo had no plans to venture out in search of supplies today. The surrounding area of the villa no longer provided what they needed.
If they wanted to find higher-quality resources, they would have to venture into areas with denser zombie populations.
As the saying goes, wealth and danger go hand in hand.
This recent ambush had significantly depleted Waldo's combat supplies. Although he had an unlimited supply of water to trade for food and combat resources, the problem was that the quantity of trading platforms couldn't keep up with his consumption!
Whenever he had free time, Waldo would scour the trading platforms and even allocate some resources for Alanna, who stayed at home, to do the same. But the results fell short of expectations.
Due to the scarcity of combat resources, Waldo had to pause his plans to search for more supplies. After all, the P92 pistol didn't have strong sustained combat capabilities.
Emptying a magazine of fifteen bullets meant having to reload and facing a large horde of zombies would put him at a disadvantage. Once bitten, it would mean certain death.
Thinking about this, Waldo couldn't help but daydream. If one day the system gave him an unlimited supply of AK47s or infinite Molotov cocktails, he would soar to new heights. The thought of unlimited resources reminded Waldo that today was another day to claim his supply.
He quickly opened his email and received the timely shipment of unlimited resources from the system. It was red wine.
Waldo took out the bottle and looked at the foreign words on the label, feeling speechless. After all, he was terrible at English and couldn't recognize many words. He wondered how good the wine was.
He took a regular glass from his backpack and effortlessly broke open the bottle cap. The speed at which he did it made the bottle's neck neatly split as if cut by a knife. Waldo lifted the glass and sniffed the red wine.
Even without allowing it to breathe and fully develop its aroma with the air, he still sensed the rich fragrance of the wine.
Drinking wine always felt like something was missing. Waldo gently swirled the glass in his hand, pondering aloud. Then, he suddenly had an epiphany.
He took out a few servings of marinated steak from his backpack. Of course, a proper accompaniment couldn't be without appetizers. Too bad he didn't have beer nuts; otherwise, it would have been perfect.
Waldo took a photo of the coffee table with the red wine and steak and posted it in the chat channel.
Number 10086: Red wine with steak is missing something. It would be perfect if we had some beer and beer nuts. Brothers, if anyone has collected any related supplies, put them up for trade on the platform, ha! (Attached image).
As soon as he posted this message, the chat channel exploded. After all, even ordinary daily necessities were scarce for many people now, let alone such luxury snacks like beer and beer nuts.
Even if they had them, they would have already been consumed as regular rations. After all, preserving one's life was the top priority.
Waldo posted this photo during this timeframe, clearly provoking and flaunting his luxurious lifestyle. It's similar to when he covered himself with a blanket and bought gold blueprints, which ignited the anger of many.
Number 10000: 10086, you've gone too far! We're all still hungry, and you're posting these pictures to show off. What's your intention?!
Number 10010: Exactly! It's not enough that you're eating well yourself; you have to share it with everyone and disrupt the morale!
Number 12306: That's right! I'm starving here. How about showing some kindness and sending me some supplies? Then I'll say good things about you!
Number 193844: Yeah! It's not impressive to eat well by yourself. If you're bold enough, send us some supplies! Let us eat well too, and we'll definitely speak highly of you!
Waldo looked at the criticisms and even sensed some moral coercion, causing him to laugh out loud.
Number 10086: Sure, if you call me "daddy," I'll give you some supplies. Otherwise, stop comparing yourself to me. I love posting, so if you don't like it, don't look at it. Or maybe you should go collect some supplies and post them too. If you don't work hard, who can you blame?
Naturally, Waldo wouldn't pay attention to those attempting to morally coerce him.
By now, he had already changed his perspective.
Moral coercion?
Sorry, as long as I stand on the moral high ground, you can't coerce me.