The woman spoke.
But none of the several people opposite her dared to respond.
She was dressed in a leather short outfit, and the caliber of the gun in her hand was astonishingly large, with faint wisps of white smoke still emanating from it.
It was evident how much gunpowder had been packed into that bullet just now.
The power of it goes without saying, the body of the Mutant on the ground was the best evidence.
As she spoke, the person who had been knocked to the ground by the mutated wildcat also stood up, his steel helmet seemingly deformed, yet he acted as if nothing was wrong.
At the same time, several fully armed individuals in almost identical attire to the woman descended from the vehicle and formed a circle around them.
Zombies lured by the sound were successively chopped to the ground in under a minute.
The terrain was open and without a numerical advantage.
Zombies were easy to deal with.
"Big Peng, you're here so early?"
