A middle-aged man wearing a chef's uniform with the word "Pearl" on it, holding two bloody bone-chopping knives in his hand.

He was looking at himself with bright eyes, filled with undisguised greed.

That look seemed to say, everything in sight is mine, especially the shimmering turntable.

That was his private property, and Wang Changle was a thief.

Behind him, there were several teenagers holding kitchen knives in their hands, and they all looked over.

There are different eyes among these, some are curious, some are probing, some are scrutinizing, and some are wary.

Wang Changle looked at the few people at the warehouse door and the open door behind them. He knew that he had just been careless.

Overjoyed, he forgot to close the door.

But he really didn't expect that just four hours after the apocalypse broke out, some people had already adapted to this environment.

These people not only found weapons, but also formed a team.

You must know that when he killed all the way down from the top floor, the people he saw were either vomiting, being chased and killed by zombies, or they were trembling with fear and were in panic all day long.

Occasionally, survivors who kill zombies mostly choose to stay in hiding and wait for rescue.

Judging from the appearance of the other party, he was not only out looking for supplies, but also seemed to have killed several zombies, and none of them were injured.

The short, fat middle-aged man who calls himself Han Zhong should be the leader of this group of people.

This man had thick arms, bright eyes, and his hands holding the bone-chopping knife did not tremble at all.

He is a bold and careful master, and his fighting ability should not be weak.
Chapter completed!