"Roar!"
"Roar!!"
At the edge of the Zombie Crowd, a large number of Chita Zombies suddenly turned around and snarled like wild dogs after noticing Lin An and the others approaching.
However, aside from snarling, the Zombies made no further movements.
With one hand gripping Zhang Tie and the other gripping Mo Ling, Lin An quietly blended into the crowd. With two adults and one child, the three of them were like dolphins mingling among sardines, nimbly squeezing their way through the Zombie Crowd.
"Fuck, Team Leader Lin, a Zombie is clawing my ass!"
With a mournful expression, Zhang Tie, the tallest of them, kept his head lowered as he followed Lin An, constantly shoving aside the Zombies around him. The thick stench of blood and decay nearly made him pass out.
He gazed enviously at the mask on Lin An's face. Naturally, he knew that Lin An did not need to breathe at all.
Meanwhile, Little Mo Ling followed behind Lin An as if sleepwalking, her face expressionless.
She glanced at Zhang Tie's bitter expression and sneered.
"Zombies in the cities stink even worse. Some of them crawled out of sewers."
For Mo Ling, who often dealt with Zombies, a Blood Corpse that had barely begun to rot could practically be called fragrant.
"Fuck, I'm not complaining about the smell! I can't stand this damn thing grabbing me!"
"Damn it! It's grabbing me again! Fuck!"
Walking at the front, Lin An listened to the two of them bickering over the Team Channel and helplessly turned his head.
"That's enough, Mo Ling."
"Get ready to control the Zombies. We're entering the Mutants' territory."
Looking at the Chita Mutants running constantly across the heads of the Zombies in the distance, Lin An thoughtfully shoved aside a Zombie that had come up