The young man with a head full of golden hair stared at the factory iron gate, a grim look on his face. The knife scar on his left cheek added a rugged, battle-hardened charm to his handsome appearance.
Five Lickers were among the shelves, ferociously tearing at the corpse of a female employee lying on the ground.
"Interesting, how many waves have there been? Even civilians are joining the fray? Greedy ghouls, let's go." The man crushed the ice cream, threw it away, flicked the bangs on his forehead, looked around, and quickly moved towards the iron gate.
The five Lickers immediately abandoned the tattered corpse they were biting and followed the scarred-faced man, like well-trained hunting dogs.
Bang, bang, in Tang Zheng's team, the atmosphere was tense, all kinds of firearms were firing, shooting at the approaching zombies, and quickly moving towards the warehouse area.
