The zombies Lan Yulian spoke of were a group measuring two to three meters in height, their bodies rippling with muscles, brandishing various pieces of construction debris as weapons—third-order Elite Zombies.
One look told they were of the strength type, and if they reached the base's high walls, they would pose a definite threat.
As for their specific abilities, Wang Tao didn't know, nor did he need to know.
Vroom vroom—
The transport plane slowed down, circling in the air.
The cargo bay doors at the tail slowly opened up, revealing Wang Tao and Jiang Shixue strapped in with safety belts, their hands on the heavy machine guns. Beside them, Xu Xiaojun and Nie Siyan were holding the ammo belts, ready to load at any moment.
Wang Tao aimed at the group of muscular zombies and fiercely pulled the trigger.
Rat-a-tat—
A surge of flame hit one of the zombies at that very moment.
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In an instant, the zombie's head burst like an overripe watermelon.
