Chapter 781 - 742 GPRS Locator
As three zombies pinned the assistant to the ground, he immediately thought of the GPRS locator Brother Zhao Rong had given him. He struggled to reach into his pocket while warning them, "You three hideous zombies, get lost! Otherwise, my Brother Zhao Rong will be here any second to exterminate all of you!"
Upon hearing this, the three zombies burst into laughter. "You idiot, this is a basement," one mocked. "It’s completely enclosed, and there’s no signal at all. Even if you used your phone to make calls or send texts, nobody would ever receive your messages. No one would dare come here to save you."
The first zombie pondered how to deal with their captive. "Brothers, it’s been a while since we had barbecue," he said. "Why don’t we roast this guy over the stove and eat him? How about it?"
The second zombie thought steaming would be tastier. "I think we should steam this plump, tender fellow. It would be more delightful that way, and he won’t get stuck in our teeth."
The third zombie felt boiling was the best option. "I say we boil him. If we do, we can add some black goji berries and ginger to the soup. It’ll be more nutritious."
Hearing these three vile zombies discussing how to cook and eat him, the assistant shoved his hand forcefully into his pocket. He grabbed the GPRS locator and immediately pressed the black button. The moment he pressed it, he knew he was saved.
He immediately turned on them. "You three ugly zombies, scram now! My Brother Zhao Rong is already on his way! If he finds you, he’ll take out his zombie killing gun and shoot all three of you dead!"
When the zombies heard that someone might actually be coming, they howled with laughter. "In this completely sealed-off place? If someone really comes to rescue you, we’ll drop dead right here in front of you!"
But before they could finish their sentence, a black shadow rushed in from nearby. With a single flying kick, he sent all three zombies flying over 10 meters away.
When the assistant saw Zhao Rong arrive so quickly to rescue him, he immediately burst into tears. He looked at Zhao Rong and said with an aggrieved tone, "Brother Zhao Rong, it’s all my fault. I let my lust get the better of me... Just now, I actually had impure thoughts about these zombies... Thank goodness you arrived in time. Otherwise, I’d be dead meat by now."
Hearing that his assistant had developed feelings for the three extremely ugly male zombies, Zhao Rong gagged. "Assistant," he said, disgusted, "you have some truly peculiar tastes, don’t you? You could be interested in any beautiful woman, but you had to fancy these three hideous male zombies? I don’t know what to do with you. You’re utterly desperate."
Realizing Zhao Rong had misunderstood, the assistant quickly explained, "Brother, you’ve got it wrong! Those three male zombies used to be three very beautiful female zombies! Besides, they looked just like those famous actresses from the Island Country, like Maria Ozawa and others like her..."
If I explain it to Zhao Rong like this, he definitely won’t laugh at me. He’ll even sympathize. Every man watches those movies from the Island Country, so he’ll definitely understand where I’m coming from.
To the assistant’s surprise, however, Zhao Rong slapped him twice across the face. "Assistant, you need to snap out of it!" he yelled. "You’ve become an irredeemable pervert! Spouting such an outrageous lie... it’s pathetic!"
At that moment, the three zombies that Zhao Rong had kicked away staggered back to their feet. They charged toward Zhao Rong and the assistant, shouting, "So you brought reinforcements! It doesn’t matter! We’ve already hidden your weapons! Now, we three zombies are going to kill you both, then roast and eat you!"
Hearing this, the assistant looked around and saw that the zombie killing gun, the flamethrower, and the brick he had left nearby were all gone. Panicked, he cried out, "Brother Zhao Rong, this is bad! I lost the zombie killing gun you gave me! What do we do?"
Seeing the assistant’s terrified expression, Zhao Rong simply pulled two zombie-killing Thompson submachine guns from his pockets. "Assistant, don’t worry and don’t be afraid," he said calmly. "You may have lost the zombie killing gun, but I have two zombie-killing submachine guns."
Across from them, the three zombies began to mock them wildly. "You two humans are out of weapons! Surrender now! Otherwise, we’ll make sure you die a miserable death!"
But before they could finish speaking, Zhao Rong and the assistant each raised a Thompson submachine gun, aimed at the charging zombies, and opened fire. As they sprayed bullets, they quickly formed an interlocking web of firepower.
The assistant was baffled. "Brother Zhao Rong," he asked, "we only need to deal with the three zombies in front of us. Why did you bring out such powerful Thompson submachine guns?"
Before the assistant could finish his sentence, Zhao Rong slapped the object-penetrating glasses onto his face. Pointing at the scene behind the three zombies, he said, "Assistant, didn’t you see? Those three were just a decoy. The real enemies are the thousands of zombies hiding behind them."
Sure enough, when the assistant put on the glasses, he instantly saw them: thousands upon thousands of utterly terrifying zombies lurking in the shadows behind the first three.
At that moment, the assistant finally understood why Brother Zhao Rong had pulled out two Thompson submachine guns to create such a dense, crisscrossing field of fire. It was the only way they could possibly eliminate thousands of zombies, as anything less would be useless.