Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

”Just bringing it back is too simple, leave it to me!”

Qi Xiaoshuai replied without hesitation. After all, a big guy is just a zombie, and when it comes to luring zombies, he is confident.

Pulala.

Qi Xiaoshuai ran outside and bumped into someone, making the large pile of clothes in the person’s arms scatter on the ground.

”Sorry, sorry...”

As a food delivery guy, the sight of the scattered clothes reminded him of some unpleasant memories, and he quickly apologized while squatting down to help pick up the clothes.

Pan Ru rubbed her arm and hurriedly said, ”It’s okay, it’s okay, handsome, you go ahead and get busy, I’ll handle this.”

”Is this... Xiaoshuai, hurry up and go, let us handle this.”

Zhang Su took one look and understood the situation, letting Qi Xiaoshuai go handle his important tasks as some companions came forward to help Pan Ru pick up the clothes.

”Brother Zhang... I noticed everyone’s clothes were torn, so I brought some over, in various sizes.”

Pan Ru hugged her arms, carrying no less than twenty or thirty different pieces of winter clothing.

”Haha, I needed some, beauty, where did you get all this from?”

Lu Yubo joyfully walked over, wearing a bulletproof vest, which looked quite odd since others didn’t know what it was.

Hearing there were new clothes, many people gathered around. The fighters from Lego Mall were basically in tattered clothing, except for the Yama Corps members who were better off...

”These supplies are plentiful; it’s just that they were locked up by Liao Youzhi before. Well, everyone can choose for themselves.”

Pan Ru realized picking up the clothes was unnecessary, so it was better to let everyone pick from the pile.

As a shopping mall, it would be ridiculous if Lego didn’t have any clothing brands, but these resources were controlled by Liao Youzhi before, inaccessible to ordinary members, only the fighters could enjoy them.

”You’re thoughtful.” Zhang Su nodded at Pan Ru.

Pan Ru smiled sheepishly and said, ”Everyone’s fighting bravely, it’s the least I can do.”

”Come on, everyone except Yama Corps brothers, come pick clothes, you guys follow me!”

Zhang Su waved his hand, the situation was urgent, and there was no time to waste.

Lu Yubo had already picked a down jacket and put it on upon hearing Zhang Su’s call. He made a face at Wu Lue, who hadn’t grabbed a piece yet, looking quite smug.

”How many bullets do you have left?”

Zhang Su pointed at their guns and asked. The fire-breathing zombie could deal with the big one, but its power was too great, causing irreversible damage to the environment. It would be best to take down the big guy with guns.

Chen Hanzhou shook his hands, indicating they were empty.

”Brother Su, I still have about twenty bullets left.”

Wang Xin was holding a bottle of disinfectant, having bandaged wounds with Zhang Ya earlier.

”I only have... at most ten.”

Zhao Dezhu unloaded the magazine, weighing it, speaking with a dry expression.

”Mr. Zhang, my gun hasn’t been used, so the bullets are full, and here are three more full clips.”

Yuwen walked over from where the clothes were being picked. It was rare for him not to respond immediately but insisted on finding a piece of clothing to put on, not because of the cold, but because his image was too ragged.

Other fighters’ torn outerwear gave an impression of bravery, and their disheveled look was a kind of ”badge of honor.” But as a former temporary commander, he couldn’t allow himself to look shabby.

”Brother Su, I’ve got plenty of bullets too.”

Lu Yubo patted the tactical belt on his waist.

”Count me in!”

”Me too...”

Jia Shiqin, Zhang Ya, and others also stated they had bullets.

”Looks like only Old Tan here has run out of bullets... okay, spread the bullets out a bit and come downstairs with me. We’ll take down the big guy together!”

”Big guy, what’s that? Here, Sister Tan, I’ll give you two clips.”

Lu Yubo asked curiously while handing two clips to Tan Huajun, being especially attentive to his future mother-in-law, although it wasn’t time to officially change how he addressed her yet.

”My gun has bullets too, Younger Brother Zhang, I want to come too!”

Zhang Xin, though picking clothes, had his ears tuned to Zhang Su. Hearing their plan, he immediately volunteered, having survived tough battles already, the chance to fight alongside King Yama couldn’t be missed.

”I want to come too, my gun has bullets!”

Wu Daqiang and some other fighters under Li Zongkai, hearing Zhang Xin’s call, knew well what Zhang Su planned to do, and raised their hands eagerly.

”Are we going to kill that big zombie? I have a gun upstairs, I’ll grab it now!”

Wu Baokang put on a down jacket, zipped it up, and ran, fearing he might miss his spot if he was too slow.

Previously, everyone had some trepidation facing zombies, but now with King Yama forming a team, everyone felt enthusiastic, a strange psychology as if following this man would mean no battle could be lost.

”I want to go too, spare me some bullets!”

Zheng Xinyu stood up after bandaging a wounded person, not wanting to stay in the second line if there was a battle.

Ju Mumio stood silently among the team. She didn’t use guns but definitely wouldn’t be absent.

Zhang Su surveyed; after changing into new clothes, the previously disheveled group looked more spirited. He nodded and said, ”Alright, with so many people, surely there’s no problem. Let’s go, let’s solve the final trouble! Oh, Zhuzi, you don’t need to go...”

”Why not... what happened?”

Zhao Dezhu felt frustrated, but seeing Zhang Su winking at him, quickly moved aside as they edged away.