Quickly Let Me Take a Look

"Awesome!"

As soon as Eugene finished speaking, Madison shouted "awesome" while slamming his massive frame against the side of the Tyrannosaurus, causing the pickup truck to sway.

Once he was certain the pickup was completely shielding him, Madison crouched against the vehicle and said to Eugene, "How the hell can you even tell what kind of gun that is just by the sound?"

"That's nothing. You play with guns for a decade or so, and you'll be able to tell, too!"

Eugene replied, casually flipping Madison the middle finger.

Nearby, Gavin leaned against the wheel hub, continuing to listen to the relentless gunfire.

Rat-tat-tat...

After listening for a moment, Gavin kicked Eugene's leg and roared, "Holy shit, that gunfire is coming from far away!"

"Huh?"

Eugene froze, tilted his head to listen for a few seconds, and hurriedly replied to Gavin, "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! It's far away, at least five or six hundred meters. Fuck! You scared me!"

With that, Eugene raised his lever-action shotgun to the sky and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

After firing a shot to vent, Eugene stood up, cursing, and peered toward the source of the gunfire through the pickup.

At the same time, Gavin poked his head out from the side of the vehicle and took a couple of looks through his binoculars.

Beside the RV not far away, William kept gesturing for Doris and Winnie to stay low, while leaning against the RV to ask the trio, "What's the situation?"

"You finally spoke up, little William!"

Eugene shouted excitedly at William, then continued, peering into the distance through his 8x scope. "Motherfucker, the zombies have all been drawn back to the Rich District by that burst of gunfire. Whoever's shooting is probably about to get surrounded!"

After saying this, Eugene fired another shot into the air.

Just after Eugene fired, Gavin watched the movement of the zombies and cursed, "Shit, our gunfire isn't as effective as the shots from the Rich District. I'm afraid the zombies are more sensitive to continuous noise!"

"Ever since they started shooting over there, the zombies haven't even bothered with us, even though our gunfire is much closer to them!"

With that, Gavin raised his Python and began to fire.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat...

Just as he emptied his last three rounds, the sound of his gun was drowned out by the distant automatic fire.

Lowering his weapon, Gavin rolled his eyes while reloading and cursed, "Damn it, that cursed gunfire is still going. It's basically confirmed that the zombies prefer chasing higher-frequency sounds!"

"Is that so?"

Madison couldn't help but ask Gavin, "Is that good news or bad news?"

"It's definitely good news. No matter what kind of information it is, as long as we know more about the zombies, the more likely we are to survive!"

Just as Gavin finished speaking, Eugene suddenly interrupted him, shouting, "Wait, 10 o'clock direction, about six hundred and thirty meters away, the villa with two rows of oak trees in the yard!"

"Copy that!"

Gavin responded quickly, simultaneously looking in the direction Eugene indicated.

After a brief search, Gavin finally focused his gaze on that villa.

But he didn't see the person shooting; he only saw two of the closest zombies rushing toward the second window on the left side of the villa's first floor.

"Phew, we can relax. The gunfire is only coming from one place, and it's not aimed at us."

Gavin shouted, then left the cover of the Tyrannosaurus and moved to the side of the elevated guardrail to continue observing.

Behind him, Eugene stood up carelessly, shouldered his shotgun, and sauntered over to Gavin's side. He propped up his 8x scope and cursed while looking through it.

"He's lucky. Maybe he'll be chewed to death by zombies in the next second. Otherwise, once I get in front of him, I'm going to blast his balls into a honeycomb, motherfucker!"

As he finished speaking, Eugene crouched beside Gavin, rested his hand holding the 8x scope on the guardrail, and asked, "What do we do next, Boss? Should we try to save him? He is a living person, after all, heh~"

When Eugene said this, Madison and William's ears pricked up sharply.

Even Doris and her daughter, who were lying inside the RV, perked up their heads to listen.

Hearing this, Gavin curled his lip and said with a mocking laugh, "Save him? How? His gunfire hasn't stopped for a second, and the zombies from the nearest villas have already swarmed into his house!"

"Unless he runs out of ammo immediately and gives us a chance to draw the zombies away, every second his gun keeps firing, he's just inching closer to death!"

As he said this, Gavin clearly saw that the horde of zombies, which had been drawn into a tight cluster by the gunfire, was now only three hundred meters away from the villa where the SCAR was ringing out.

The SCAR's gunfire continued; it sounded like he had already fired over forty rounds, and God only knew how many magazines he had left.

Hearing this, William pursed his lips in regret, then lowered his head to look at the police badge on his chest.

After one glance, he hurriedly looked away, as if afraid the reflection from the badge would burn him.

As for Eugene, the old guy slapped his thigh and grinned.

"You're lucky, Quarterback. If you wanted to drag me into that villa to do God's work, I'd punch you straight in the face. Even if you were the Virgin Mary, I'd beat you until you miscarried!"

"As for you, heh, wait until we get to the farm—I'll make sure to train you properly, damn it!"

Gavin nudged Eugene with his elbow while continuing to observe the distant villa.

The gunfire persisted, and only after another twenty-some shots did it finally pause.

"Tsk tsk, that's got to be a reload. Guess how many zombies he took out? I bet five!"

Eugene teased, but Gavin shook his head and replied, "I bet eight. The wager is that pack of cigarettes I gave you. Once the shooting stops, I'll personally drive you to the villa to check the results!"

"Fuck, if you want me dead, just say so, damn it. How could I—wait!"

Eugene cursed irritably, then suddenly cut himself off and slammed his hand against the railing.

"Look at that! This son of a bitch is a god of war. He's charging out, and he's got a woman with him!"

"I see it!"

In Gavin's eyes, at the villa over six hundred meters away:

A man in a suit with short black hair held a rifle in one hand, leaped directly out of the villa window, and dragged the woman in the red dress toward the yellow McLaren in the yard.

At the same time, Madison strode toward Eugene, shouting anxiously, "A woman? Fuck! Let me see!"

"Ha, you old black guy, here, take it, take the whole damn thing!"

Eugene laughed and handed the 8x scope to Madison, who hurriedly took a look.

Meanwhile, Gavin saw two more zombies lunging at the man.

The man in the suit violently shoved the woman aside, swung his rifle, smashed the first zombie away with the butt, and then fired, blowing the heads off two zombies with seven rounds.

By the time he finished off those zombies, the woman on the ground hadn't even stood up yet, so he simply grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward the McLaren.

The woman screamed, her voice sounding even sharper than the gunfire.

But the short-haired man didn't hesitate for a second; he hauled the woman up by her hair, dragged her to the car, opened the door, and threw her into the passenger seat.

"Whoa."

Gavin's mouth hung open. He clearly saw the woman's head slam hard against the roof of the car when she was thrown in.

After a half-second delay, the man pulled and pushed until he finally shoved her into the car. He then scrambled into the driver's seat, quickly started the engine, rammed through the approaching zombies, and charged toward the villa gate.

While driving, he kept the rifle cradled in his arms, shot through the car window, and fired at the zombies blocking the path and those lunging at the McLaren.

Seeing this, Gavin felt the situation had turned sour.

The zombies in that villa district had originally been drawn by his own gunfire, creating a window of opportunity for those two to escape.

But now, the massive horde had abandoned Gavin and was turning back, and they were only two hundred and forty meters away from the McLaren's villa.

Even if there were straggling zombies left in the district, those scattered ones would hardly be able to stop the McLaren.

Therefore...

Watching the McLaren burst out of the villa and head toward Highway 283, Gavin slammed his hand onto Eugene.

"Get in the car, get in now! We have to charge over there this instant!"

With that, Gavin sprinted toward the Tyrannosaurus, kicking Old Mac on the way.

"Stop staring, damn it, go start the RV!"

"The zombies in the Rich District were originally drawn to the left villa by the SCAR's gunfire. That's a distance away from the road and wouldn't have blocked our path through the district."

"But now, that asshole driving is shooting while he drives, drawing all the zombies toward the highway!"

"We have to drive through this godforsaken Rich District before the zombies reach the highway and form a one-way stampede like the one in Ennis!"

"Otherwise, we'll be stuck trailing behind the horde chasing the McLaren all the way to my place, and God knows how much trouble that will cause!"