As the gunfire rattled and splinters flew, the zombies' screams and banging on the door abruptly stopped.
"What are you planning to do?" Lin Weiguo trusted Tang Zheng, otherwise he wouldn't have taken this risk with him.
"Go to the underground parking lot, puncture the fuel tanks of those cars, then lure the zombies in, and set a fire. At the very least, it could wipe out tens of thousands." Tang Zheng was a bit annoyed, "I've always wanted to make a car bomb to get rid of those bastards, but there's not enough time now."
"Oh, right, when we first entered Los Angeles, you said there was a way to kill those police zombies and get their weapons, was this the method?" Lin Weiguo, his mind racing, didn't believe that Tang Zheng could come up with this plan instantly. There must have been premeditation.
"Yes, both plans are roughly similar in operation." Tang Zheng entered the elevator, pressed the button, and hastily asked, "What's your ability?"
