Chapter 1392 - 1388: Join Forces to Annihilate a Squad
In the livestream, the viewers were initially focused on the plan by the big shot, but when he remembered the other two female contestants only after a day, they all burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, seems like Mr. Constantine forgot about Wendy. Thinking back to when Wendy tied herself to Mr. Constantine for a scandal a few days ago, oddly satisfying."
"Mr. Constantine called her Miss Chloe, so sweet, aww."
"The production team didn’t reshuffle the couples this time, the director finally showed some conscience."
On camera, Chloe and Wendy looked baffled.
"They didn’t want to leave and stayed at the airport," Wendy said.
"Hmm, we’ll have to go back and pick them up," Constantine said coolly, "Synchronize watches, get ready to move."
The man extended his right hand, the pale blue gem watch sparkled brilliantly, Wendy wore an elegant diamond watch, while the watchless Chloe awkwardly extended her hand, revealing a section of moon-white wrist, weakly saying, "I don’t have a watch."
She had also turned in her phone. Poor Chloe, the representative of the financially challenged, felt rather exhausted.
Constantine: "..."
Looks like I’ll have to get her a couple’s watch when we go back, yes, a pleasant decision.
The man took off the watch from his wrist and placed it in her hand, saying in a low voice, "You take it, I don’t need to watch the time, action at eight."
"Dog food..."
"A big wave of dog food..."
"This is crazy, fighting zombies while distributing dog food, aww."
The bullet screen in the livestream was instantly flooded with dog food commentary.
Chloe was about to refuse, but the man had already stood up, heading out to scout the situation. Outside the hospital, the show’s zombies were indeed back on duty, standing in the same positions as yesterday.
Wendy, with her back to the camera, winked at Chloe, who held the watch tightly, feeling like she had been handed a hot potato. She had seen Constantine with this watch for six years, never taking it off.
Chloe slung her supply backpack over her shoulder, deciding that finding a partner was now an urgent matter.
The three set off as planned, one headed east, one west to find vantage points, while Wendy snuck straight to the predetermined position C.
The following cameraman from the livestream was assigned to Wendy, as she was tasked with the important job of rescuing the trapped male contestants, who deserved some camera time as well.
In the standalone house where they were trapped, Desmond Wood was no longer agitated like yesterday, humming a tune while brushing his teeth, the disposable toothpaste and toothbrush were scored from director Daniel.
"How can you be so happy?" William and Charles had gotten up early and watched Desmond, with his messy hair, brushing his teeth and humming as if on vacation, utterly amazed.
"There’s food and drink, no need to climb mountains or roll in the sand, why wouldn’t I be happy," Desmond rolled his eyes and continued to hum.
"Your attitude is pretty good," Charles said faintly, standing by the window observing the zombies, "I wonder how Chloe is doing over there, Constantine can’t handle so many zombies on his own."
"Chloe is amazing, she’ll definitely come to rescue me," Desmond hummed, "We’ll just wait."
No sooner had he spoken than they heard Daniel fiddling with his megaphone again.
"Now for a broadcast announcement, one minute ago, Wendy and Vicky Webb accidentally entered the airport convenience store and were bitten by zombies, eliminated."
Daniel gleefully repeated the announcement three times. Yesterday’s setback was too great—a male contestant had escaped, the following cameraman had been ditched—a blatant disregard for the production team, an utter humiliation, and Chloe and Wendy had vanished into thin air. When Desmond and the others came in the evening to swindle them for food and drinks, Daniel was left fuming. Now that the two female contestants at the airport got themselves eliminated, he felt an instant sense of relief. This is how the script should unfold, with the contestants getting tormented, definitely not the production team.
"Damn, Wendy was that dumb, getting bitten at the airport?" Desmond spit out the foam and swallowed back his words.
"Ahem, we’re recording," reminded Charles.
William remained silent. He had always teamed up with Wendy, naturally knowing her vase-like character. Unfortunately, in this reality show, even if she wanted to be a vase, her looks weren’t as good as Chloe’s. It was truly awkward. Wendy participating in this show was self-sabotage.
While the male contestants gloated, on the production team’s side, Daniel squinted at his assistant and said, "Go, let the zombies into the house to attack."
Daniel felt anxious. If Mr. Constantine wanted to delay, he could last ten days to half a month. If he got outside to pick up a weapons package, he might take out an entire group quickly, while Chloe and Wendy remained missing. The situation wasn’t optimistic. Time to rack up a score, lest they get caught off guard.
"Director, going that hard?"
"Hard my ass, if we don’t act now, we’ll be obliterated, you little brat."
"Alright, alright, I’ll give the order right away." The assistant scattered, issuing the attack order.
The zombies, originally loitering outside the standalone house, were invigorated. Pretending to be zombies is also a skill, their heads tilting unnaturally all day, devolving into lunacy. Finally, they could rush in and bite people.
So a large wave of zombies, twisting their necks, sluggishly charged into the house, starting to fake attacking the door.
"Damn, are they going to break in?"
"Waste no time, move the table to block the door."
In the middle of brushing his teeth, Desmond threw down his toothbrush and went to move the table, then heard gunfire outside, one shot, two shots, three shots, countless shots.
The zombies, exuberant about breaking down doors, suddenly noticed smoke rising from their clothes—damn, they were shot?
Nani?
The zombie crowd was dumbfounded, were they eliminated?
Following the production team’s command, all 20 zombies had gathered in the courtyard, essentially turning into sitting ducks.
Chloe and Constantine, like competing in a match, took aim, fired, aimed, fired again, taking one out with each shot, all settled within 5 minutes.
Hearing the gunfire, Wendy invoked her high school 100-meter sprint spirit and dashed into the courtyard. Seeing a bunch of zombies foolishly standing still, maintaining clawing poses, she burst into laughter, shouting, "Desmond, open the door, your big sister is here to save you."
Standing by the house’s window, the three peers out, stunned, at the yard full of eliminated zombies.
As if in a dream, Desmond unlocked the door, caught the supply package tossed by Wendy, and excitedly yelled at the zombies, "If you’re dead, lie down, you fools!"
The baffled zombies: "..."
In the livestream, viewers heard only gunshots; by the time the cameraman burst into the courtyard, all zombies were dealt with, leading to intense irritation.
"So aggravating, missed the intense scene of shooting zombies, strongly demand the production team to open more livestream channels."
"Director, quickly release a recorded version, or I curse you to gain ten pounds."
"Aaaaah, what happened, in less than two minutes, all solved, is my Miss Chloe a sharpshooter? Aww~"
"Can’t the production team open more livestream channels?"
"Hahahahaha, look at the little brother with the messy bedhead, looking silly opening the door, it’s so adorably bloody."
"This operation 666666, except for the reckless Wendy and Vicky, now the contestants have joined forces smoothly."
"Can’t wait to see the production team get thrashed... Hahahahahahahaha~"
Viewers excitedly spammed ’666666’, while many felt sympathy for the production team.
The production team was already dumbfounded; are these contestants devils? Solved 20 zombies in 2 minutes? Damn, why even shoot a combined defense, just surrender!