The instant the warehouse doors opened, Zhao Tianlei and everyone else were shocked. Seeing this scene, a smug smile involuntarily crept onto Zhao Tianlei's lips.
"That's a lot of experience points. This is great."
After muttering a few words, Zhao Tianlei charged in first. As he entered the warehouse, he did not forget to call out to Yang Feng and the others, "Yang Feng, replenish the arrows and kill anything you can. Wu Xuan, aim your sniper rifle and look for some of the bigger ones. Tong Le and Ye Chenfeng, cover the rear and clean up any stragglers. Remember, don't let a single zombie escape."
Almost before Zhao Tianlei's voice had faded, he had already rushed into the warehouse.
"Slash, slash—"
Two crisp sounds rang out. Red flashes constantly appeared around Zhao Tianlei as the slow-moving zombies were cut down before they could react. Some had only just noticed Zhao Tianlei and had not even had time to reach out before he dispatched them with his blade.
"Thud, thud, thud—"
Although these zombies offered little experience, there were simply too many of them. Moreover, they had only recently mutated. After the disaster struck Survivor Base No. 5, some unfortunate survivors had failed to escape and had been injured, infected, and transformed by the Zombie Horde.
Judging from their sluggish movements, the zombies in this warehouse had only been mutated for three to five days at most. Trapped inside the warehouse and unable to catch any other creatures to eat, their instincts had become especially mechanical. In Zhao Tianlei's eyes, they were simply the perfect targets to bully.
Unless there were special circumstances, Zhao Tianlei was unwilling to casually use firearms when clearing out zombies. Although firearms had greater destructive power, they were useless if he could not aim properly.