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Shattered flesh rained down like a heavy rainfall, staining the surrounding ground with a mottled crimson, eye-piercing to the extreme. A severed thigh fell among the flowers, causing nearby ants to cheer and leap with joy, as this was a feast for them to gorge on.
"What the hell happened?" Jing Lan's body kept shaking—she hadn't adapted to the killing yet, as she held an SCAR Assault Rifle and stood there foolishly.
Zhao Dongtao, carrying an M240 General Purpose Machine Gun, jumped down and stood beside her, vigilantly scanning the area. The others on the bus all had grave expressions—the rest area wasn't large, so the intense gunshots and loud calls all came over clearly.
"Brother Liu, please start the bus and make sure it's ready to leave at any moment," Tang Zheng replaced the ammo clip on his rifle. He regretted letting the newbies take a break—zombies really were relentless. "Rong He, bring down a few AT-4s."
