The banks of Ming Lake were lined with lotus flowers, and the rain fell, making a crisp and pattering sound.
The lake's surface rippled circle after circle.
The sky was darkening; on the 21st floor of Ming City Technology Plaza, a mummified corpse faced backwards, heel to toe, lifting its foot, placing it down, step by step walking towards the crowd.
The hostages on the 21st floor had already been rescued, leaving only soldiers and players.
Zheng Qing hung up the phone.
"What should we do?" asked the soldier captain.
"Higher-ups need to be consulted too," Zheng Qing said with a grave expression.
In such a situation, no one dared to make unilateral decisions; if it were truly the zombie virus, acting impulsively could make them criminals against Daxia and even all humanity.
Mosquitoes are terrifying.
