"Where am I? Who am I? Who's hitting me?"
Inside the safe room on the first floor of the mall, Di Tian, whom Huo Yuhao had just revived with a defibrillator, looked around in confusion.
"Enough nonsense, Senior. Grab a gun!" Huo Yuhao shoved an AK into Di Tian's hands, his voice urgent. "This is the final stage. We have to get to the mall atrium and fill that race car with thirteen gas cans to escape."
"Filling it with gas?" Tai Tan rubbed his sore backside from the fall. "I know this job! I'm strong, I'll carry them!"
"Senior Tai Tan, don't—" Huo Yuhao had just started to stop him when Tai Tan had already rushed out.
"I definitely won't throw them out this time! I swear!"
The group pushed open the safe room door and entered the enormous mall atrium. A yellow Jimmy Gibbs Jr. race car was parked in the center, while red gas cans lay scattered inside glass display cases and along the walkways on the second and third floors.
"Listen to my orders!" Huo Yuhao took a deep breath and forcibly calmed himself down. "There are eight of us. We'll split up!"
"Niu Tian, Tai Tan, Senior Di Tian—you three handle clearing the infected and holding the line on the first floor!"
"Senior Snow Empress, take the sniper rifle and set up at the high ground on the third floor!"
"Ice Empress, Wang Qiuer, you two throw the gas cans from the second and third floors!"
"Wang Dong and I will catch them and fill the car on the first floor!"
"Move!"
At Huo Yuhao's command, the eight of them immediately scattered.
This time, perhaps because the lesson from their earlier total wipe had been too deeply ingrained, they actually displayed an unusual level of