"Over there, over there, hurry up and go over there..."

  Gao Chujiang, somewhat panicked, pointed to an open space not far away. It seemed calm and danger-free, but the several distinctive school buildings behind it clearly indicated their identity as a school. The zombie virus had spread widely on a Wednesday afternoon. Looking at the rge number of social vehicles parked in front of the school gate, anyone with a bit of insight would realize that the students of this school must have been stranded on campus when the end of the world came. The vehicles in front of the gate were likely parents coming to pick up their children after school.

  Lin Tao ignored Gao Chujiang's erratic directions. He knew very well that if they charged in, it would be like delivering food to the zombies, with no chance of luck. Lin Tao didn't dare rex the accelerator, continuing to drive at high speed on Binjiang Avenue. Luxury cars like Mercedes and BMWs sped past him, but they could only watch helplessly, no longer showing any of their former arrogance!

  "We can't go in anymore. If we do, we'll be in the city..."

  Gao Chujiang shrunk in his seat in extreme terror, looking around bnkly. He had wanted to persuade Lin Tao to find a pce to take refuge, but at this moment, Lin Tao suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply, driving onto the non-motorized vehicle ne, and headed straight for a luxury hotel.

  The Hilton Hotel was world-famous. The one in front of them was its branch in Jiangcheng, a joint venture with a local conglomerate called "Tianyi Hilton." The hotel stood 36 stories tall, with a light golden design, exuding an aura of luxury and dominance. Just the temporary parking lot in front occupied two to three thousand square meters, and the metal price sign standing in front was all priced in dolrs. Even the cheapest king-sized bed room cost an exorbitant 1,200-plus RMB per night.

  However, this Tianyi Hilton seemed either newly opened or the wealthy had a keen sense of danger and fled faster than ordinary people. The spacious parking lot had very few vehicles and showed little signs of disarray, as if time had sealed it, never destroyed.

  "Why... why are we coming here? How many zombies must be in this big hotel?"

  The Mengshi stopped with a "creak" in front of the gate. Gao Chujiang looked at Lin Tao, his expression horror-stricken as he looked around. But Lin Tao quickly grabbed a bottle of mineral water, jumped out of the car, opened the rear door, and doused Zhang Xu and Hu Lao Da's heads with water. Hu Lao Da woke up with a "shriek," looking at Lin Tao in extreme terror, while Zhang Xu, who had been pinned under him, seemed to be seriously injured and struggled to open his eyes, asking groggily, "Brother Lin... where are we?"

  "How are you? Where are you hurt?" Lin Tao lifted the ammunition box off Zhang Xu's body and hurriedly pulled him up from Hu Lao Da. Hu Lao Da wiped the water off his face and jumped up lively, while Zhang Xu shook his head weakly, saying, "Damn, I got hit by the ammunition box. It shouldn't be a big problem, though!"

  "Old Hu, carry Zhang Xu. We need to get into the hotel quickly!" Lin Tao gnced back. Although the pursuing horde had been left behind, they were still relentlessly following, and the surrounding zombies were simply too numerous. Within half a minute of stopping, dozens had surrounded them. Lin Tao hurriedly opened the trunk, grabbed several rows of fresh magazines, and loaded them as quickly as possible, firing bullets instantly.

  "Old Gao, take the oil drums out of the car and throw them on the bodies!"

  Lin Tao rapidly fired at the zombies. The metal bullets exploded on the faces or heads of the zombies, blooming into bloody flowers in the night, and the zombies fell like cut wheat. Hearing Lin Tao's shout, Gao Chujiang hurriedly grabbed a green iron oil drum from the car, throwing it with all his might onto the freshly fallen bodies.

  "Boom boom boom..."

  Three shots made six holes in the oil drum, but ordinary bullets couldn't ignite diesel. The brown diesel flowed out like syrup, "gurgle gurgle" pouring out of the drum. By this time, Lin Tao had emptied a magazine. He quickly pulled out a Zippo lighter from his pocket, a gift from Bai Ru from a supermarket, now with nothing left to cherish. With a "ding," he flicked it to ignite, and Lin Tao threw the silver Zippo into the air, drawing a beautiful arc before nding in the diesel, "boom" igniting fiercely.

  The rge amount of diesel, combined with the fmmable zombie oil, not only burned intensely, forming a fierce firewall, but also emitted a nauseating sickly green light. However, Lin Tao didn't ignite the drum to block the zombies but to eliminate their scent. Once the fmes ignited, they immediately stirred up the smell here, confusing some nearby zombies with poor eyesight, making it impossible for them to pinpoint their target.

  "Let's go!" Lin Tao turned and ran towards the hotel's entrance, but Gao Chujiang hesitated, pulling him back anxiously and asking, "How can we enter the hotel? Isn't this suicide?"

  "Then you can choose to stay here!" Lin Tao frowned, annoyed, shaking off Gao Chujiang's arm. He wasn't angry that Gao Chujiang doubted his judgment but was frustrated by his dawdling at such a critical moment, slowing down the entire team and being too self-righteous.

  After being scolded by Lin Tao, Gao Chujiang didn't dare make a sound and reluctantly followed behind Lin Tao with a rifle. Hu Lao Da, being an old hand around Lin Tao, had never doubted his judgment in survival matters. Carrying the groggy Zhang Xu, he headed straight for the hotel without hesitation.

  Upon reaching the hotel's entrance, Gao Chujiang finally noticed something unusual about the hotel. Not only was the golden revolving door blocked from the inside with furniture, but the gss doors and curtain walls on both sides were also blocked with a rge amount of items. It was impossible to see anything inside the hotel, and it seemed difficult for them to enter.

  "Is... is there anyone inside?" Gao Chujiang finally realized something. If there were no survivors inside, the hotel wouldn't be blocked like this. Such a rge amount of work couldn't have been completed in one or two days; it must have been done by survivors over several days under retively safe conditions.

  Gao Chujiang tiptoed and looked around. On a second-floor gss window, a pair of pink women's underwear was hanging to dry, further indicating the presence of humans inside. The decor on the second floor clearly indicated the location of the restaurant lobby.

  "Whoosh..."

  A figure fshed behind the gss door, possibly moving too much and accidentally knocking over the furniture blocking inside, causing a "whoosh" sound. The curtain on the door also trembled slightly.

  "There's someone! There really is someone!" Gao Chujiang's eyes lit up completely, excitedly spping the sensor gss door and shouting loudly inside, "Open the door quickly, let us in. There's a horde of zombies chasing us..."

  The golden sensor door was spped by Gao Chujiang, making a "thud thud" sound, but no matter how much he shouted, there was no response from inside. Gao Chujiang's hands were already red, and gncing back in a hurry, the surging horde of zombies approached like dark clouds. Even Hu Lao Da became anxious, kicking the door and shouting, "Open the door, or we'll shoot. Let us in!"

  "Go away, go somewhere else. We don't welcome you here!"

  Finally, the milky white curtain was lifted slightly, revealing a pair of panicked eyes. The owner of the eyes quickly scanned Hu Lao Da and the others, shouting anxiously, "Go away quickly. Don't drag us down. I'm telling you, we... we also have guns!"

  As if to prove their point, the man inside lifted the curtain a bit more, revealing an arm holding a bck pistol. It was a Glock 17 pistol, a 9mm caliber, Austrian-made, commonly equipped by the Hong Kong police, but rarely seen in mainnd China outside of police exhibitions or museums.

  As soon as the gun appeared, Lin Tao frowned slightly. The person shouting and the person holding the gun were clearly not the same. The arm holding the gun was thick and pale, covered with dense body hair, unmistakably Caucasian. It was likely that there were foreigners inside.