Three Dogs

Looking at the golden bullets, Wu Heng felt capable again.

Ever since he had run out of bullets in Mining Village, he had felt far less confident whenever he went out.

And Blackstone Town was not as safe as it appeared.

After all, this was a world of professionals; the peace was merely superficial.

The fact that the city had dispatched additional guards and had Adventurer Teams assisting with patrols showed that the town had not been safe lately.

Although Fourth Squad did not need to join the patrols, having more means of self-defense was still necessary.

Now that he had bullets, he could not say he could handle overly powerful enemies, but if he ran into a Wanted Criminal like that again, dealing with them should not be difficult.

Besides boxes of bullets, the safe also contained several pistols with labels on them. They had probably not been issued and were being kept there collectively.

He first loaded his own pistol to the brim.

Then he stuffed all the bullets and pistols into his Backpack.

Once he had emptied the safe, he slung the Backpack over a skeleton's back.

Besides the safe containing bullets, the room held other police equipment: Handcuffs, Metal Flashlights, Rubber Batons, and Plastic Shields similar to riot shields.

They had not been placed in the safe and were simply sitting out in the open.

They did not seem particularly useful to him.

But since he was already here, he might as well take them first.

He put the smaller items into the Backpack and had the skeleton carry the shields.

Then he headed down to the first floor.

As he reached the first floor, the smell of burning hit him head-on.

The flames created by the Grease Spell had already died out, leaving behind a stretch of charred corpses.

The battle at the Main Gate was still ongoing.

The few remaining Zombies lunged at the Spear Formation formed by the skeletons.

Their bodies were pierced through, and they collapsed limply to the ground.

Time passed little by little. When the last Zombie fell, the scene finally fell completely silent.

Only the car horn in the distance continued blaring without pause.

But the surrounding Zombies had probably all been drawn over already, and no new Zombies appeared.

He had the skeletons move the corpses blocking the entrance away, then Wu Heng began casting Bone Manipulation Technique.

Skeletons rose one after another and slowly walked into the ranks behind them.

He did not stop converting corpses until dusk approached.

Wu Heng did not plan to stay here any longer. Though this was the Police Station, its overall defenses were not as good as those of the residential complex.

If a special Mutated Zombie or some other monster appeared, everything he had might die here.

Looking at the corpses on the ground that had yet to be converted, Wu Heng was still somewhat reluctant to leave them behind.

"Carry the corpses."

Under Wu Heng's command, the skeletons hoisted the corpses one by one.

They formed a Corpse Transport Team and returned by the same route.

When they passed the Zombie pressing down on the steering wheel, he also had Bartholomew straighten the corpse.

The piercing car horn stopped.

It became quiet again.

The skeleton squad passed through the area wrecked by the crashed vehicles, carrying the bloody corpses back to the residential complex where he lived.

They set the corpses down beneath the building, and the entrance door was tightly shut.

Wu Heng returned to Blackstone Town as well.

Blackstone Town.

Wu Heng bought dinner at the tavern and brought it back to his residence.

He took out a Braised Chicken Leg and Sausage and Peanuts, then opened a can of soda.

Looking at the dinner on the table, he nodded in satisfaction.

It was not that he could not afford a better meal, but the tavern's food could not reproduce that familiar taste from the past.

As he ate and drank, he could not help but miss his old life somewhat.

Those decadent days when he watched videos every day, ate whenever he wanted, and drank whenever he wanted.

He had always fantasized about having a different life.

Now it seemed that those once-boring days were already a life only the powerful and wealthy of this world could have.

"Ah... damn apocalypse."

After eating and drinking his fill, Wu Heng took out another pistol, loaded it with bullets, and handed it to Bartholomew. "Do you know how to use it?"

Bartholomew took it and turned it over in his hands for a look.

Pointing at the pistol, Wu Heng said, "This is the safety. Once you turn it off, you can fire at enemies. It works the same way as a hand crossbow—aim through here. At close range, just point it at them and fire..."

Bartholomew listened attentively, taking in the new knowledge.

He knew how to use a hand crossbow, so learning to use a pistol was not difficult.

He then picked up the pistol, tried disengaging the safety, and aimed at the wooden target in the corner.

After reminding him not to waste bullets, Wu Heng sat back down at the table and loaded bullets into the remaining empty magazines.

There were several pistols, all of the same model.

The magazines were just right for his use. If a battle really broke out, he could swap magazines directly instead of stuffing in bullets one by one.

It turned out that raiding the Police Station had been the right decision.

Though there were only pistol bullets, they were enough for now.

Once he got rifles, rocket launchers, and the like in the future, he wondered whether he could form a Skeleton Special Forces unit armed with AKs.

What era was this? Who still used cold weapons?

By the time he had loaded several magazines, the sky had gradually darkened.

After confirming that no one would come looking for him, he opened the Portal and called Sword One over.

Then he continued having him instruct him in swordsmanship.

Ever since learning that Weapon Proficiency could be unlocked on the panel, he had begun looking forward to weapon training more.

It felt like playing a game and unlocking achievements.

After correcting his posture, Wu Heng began following Sword One's movements, swinging the Iron Sword in his hand.

Meanwhile, Bartholomew continued studying the pistol nearby.

The next day, Zombie World.

Wu Heng came to the rooftop and checked the levels of the spear-wielding skeletons.

Besides the earliest skeleton he had first created, two more skeletons had reached level three.

The level increases were quite noticeable.

He could form a Spear Formation, lure monsters over, and level up both himself and the skeletons.

This method was fairly safe and efficient.

After handing cleavers to the newly converted skeletons, Wu Heng led the Skeleton Army down the stairs.

As soon as they stepped out of the stairwell, five or six Zombies missing arms and legs roared and approached them.

Why were there Zombies again?

The area beneath his building had been cleared three or four times already. Where had these wandered in from?

"Attack!" Wu Heng ordered.

Clatter!

Without using any formation, the Skeleton Warriors swarmed forward and chopped down all the Zombies trying to approach.

Wu Heng came to the pile of Zombie corpses that had not been fully converted yesterday and continued the conversion.

Skeletons rose in succession and joined the skeleton ranks behind them.

Afternoon.

After converting the corpses,

he once again led the Skeleton Army to clear several residential buildings on the East Side.

Once the stairwell door was opened, the skeletons surged inside and killed the Zombies within.

After confirming it was safe, Wu Heng began looting.

Soon, dusk arrived. Wu Heng led the skeletons back to the rooftop, preparing to return to Blackstone Town for dinner.

Just as the skeletons lined up in Standby State and he was about to leave through the Portal,

Zombie roars and a burst of chaotic noise suddenly came from below.

Wu Heng walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down.

He saw three enormous Mutated Dogs running this way with more than twenty Zombies chasing after them.

They ran a few steps, then turned back and waited for the pursuing Zombies.

"So you were the ones leading them over."

Those few armless and legless Zombies beneath the building this morning had been lured over by them.

All three Mutated Dogs were large.

One of them had black fur, a narrow head, a lean body, a long thin neck, and long straight limbs.

After mutating, how could that shape still resemble a dog? It looked more like a black horse with a dog's head.

It was downright outrageous.

"Why did these three come over here?"

These were the same three Mutated Dogs he had encountered in the Small Plaza to the south. They had merely wandered over here this time and brought some Zombies along.

He looked at the three dogs playing with the Zombies below, then glanced at Teddy, who was squatting beside him and craning his neck to look down as well.

Its bony tail wagged like a fan.

"Can we lure them over and kill them?"

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