Boom! With a deafening blast, the gasoline in the warehouse exploded instantly, followed by a series of even more violent explosions. The ammunition was detonated as well, leveling the entire fried chicken shop!
The shockwave spread in every direction. It not only tore apart the dozens of Hannibal Symbiote constructs inside the fried chicken shop, but also blew the hundred-plus zombies on the street outside into pieces. Large numbers of construct zombies on the outskirts were hurled away by the blast, crashing heavily to the ground with who knew how many bones broken.
That single wave of explosions wiped out hundreds of Hannibal Symbiote constructs!
Looking at the fried chicken shop's still-blazing ruins, now reduced to rubble, the Hannibal Symbiote's face turned ashen. The nearly ten thousand remaining zombies stopped their furious howls, their gazes becoming cold and cruel, as though they had grown even more savage and terrifying.
Everything the Angie Symbiote and those humans had done had completely ignited the rage in his heart, yet he had nowhere to vent it.
The other side seemed to have chosen a suicidal attack meant to take everyone down with them, leaving him without a target to attack.
But he was still unwilling to accept it.
The Hannibal Symbiote silently dispersed, beginning to search for clues that might prove those humans had not died alongside the Angie Symbiote.
Based on what he knew about living humans, they did not disregard life as readily as symbiotes did. As long as they could survive, living humans would not choose death.
Of course, he understood that this was probably nothing more than self-comfort. The Angie Symbiote had likely taken control of those living humans long ago.
Just how had she managed it...
Meanwhile, in a tunnel several dozen meters away, across the street from