Tang Zheng reloaded the MG42 machine gun and tightly held onto three grenades with the bottom covers unscrewed, leaning against the inside wall of the elevator to conserve his energy. He watched the red numbers on the floor display changing, envisioning the tactical moves he was about to make.
"Tang Zheng, they're about to throw grenades into the room," Bai Guo's urgent voice came through the walkie-talkie. "There are five in total."
"Grenades?" Upon hearing this, Tang Zheng could only smile bitterly. It was lucky that the Nazi Zombies hadn't thrown grenades for a hard attack at first. Otherwise, they wouldn't have lasted until now. They would have been finished long ago. "Can you tell me something useful, like the layout of the Nazi Zombies, are there any on guard in the direction of the elevator?"
