A mysterious figure in jet-black War Armor appeared before them.
Blocking the entrance of their refuge.
At the moment when death loomed, it suddenly appeared, and those seemingly terrifying and menacing zombies were like ants before it, easily crushed.
Headshot!
Headshot!
The fierce and domineering methods left them dumbfounded, never imagining someone could be so ruthless.
"Who on earth is he?" Zhu Gui muttered to himself.
Old Wang stared intently at the big characters on the back of the War Armor.
"Police."
They were literate people.
How could they not recognize the words on the back of the War Armor?
"Are there any police still alive?" Zhu Gui found it hard to believe, feeling somewhat fake, as the professionals they encountered in the apocalypse did not fulfill their duties but oppressed surviving individuals using firearms.
Everyone remained silent.
No one spoke.
They exchanged glances, their eyes always revealing confusion.
