"Hurry, hurry! Get in!"
Once they reached the garage, Gu Cheng urged everyone into the armored vehicle. When the last person was aboard, he shouted:
"Bunny! Old Fang! Get back here!"
Ye Ruan pulled the pin on a bomb and tossed it into the surrounding horde of zombies, then sprinted toward the armored vehicle and leaped easily inside.
The door slammed shut behind him.
Gu Cheng floored the accelerator.
Everyone in the back toppled into a heap.
He Zhou, who had slammed against the vehicle with a clang, struggled upright, swearing:
"My fucking head..."
The First Team members clearly knew their captain's driving well. Every one of them remained rock steady, their asses firmly glued to their seats.
Nan Han, who had been knocked unconscious and dumped in the rear, rolled several times through the cramped space under the force of inertia.
The thuds of his head hitting the interior were dull and delightful.
"This thing feels amazing to drive. It's grinding all the zombies into pulp."
Yu Jingjing leaned over to peek out the window.
"Boss, where are we headed?"
Gu Cheng executed a beautiful turn, sending the wheels skidding off the ground before they slammed back down.
"We finally shook off those idiots, so let's go have some fun. Nobody's in charge of us anymore!"
The First Team members in the back laughed and cheered, completely unfazed by the apocalypse.
"Thanks for bringing us single losers along while you elope with your hubby, Boss!"
"Fuck, staying at that base was giving me depression. We're finally out of that hellhole!"
Fang Ci laughed. "We had more freedom back when we were out on missions."
"Speaking of which, I wonder if that foreign chick's still alive. I kind of miss her."
Unlike the noisy crowd in the back, Ye Ruan