The remaining thirty-one survivors huddled on the stone bridge, anxious all day, the foul odor emanating from the venom pool was stimulating everyone's sense of smell, making them nauseous. Other than the cries behind prompting them to hurry, all that was left were the suffocating gasps and anxiety.
"I need to add some amusement for you." Alice's hoarse voice echoed in the room, and then she pulled out a deck of poker cards from the pocket of her apron, tossed them on the ground, and sprung out a cloud of black mist that summoned over twenty poker soldiers, which stormed onto the stone bridge.
"Damn, I knew it wouldn't be that easy." Tang Zheng's AK74 began to roar, emanating an angry flame, and bullets hit the one at the forefront, splashing deep red blood.
Thump, after firing half a drum magazine, Tang Zheng finally killed one, but the stopping power of the gun was too poor, and the poker soldiers had already rushed up.
