Chapter 6 (2/2)

The five floors of the hospital building had collapsed, but the building below was in good condition.

The door of the building was open, revealing a dark space. Standing outside the door, the cold wind blew in, as if the inside of the building was the abyss of hell.

But now, Zoug and the others wanted to jump into hell by themselves.

After the team leader sent out a short signal to move, he took the lead and went in. After him were Halt and the others, followed by Zero.

The zero eyepatch had been removed, and the infrared scanner was on the right side of his face, covering his golden right eye.

He turned on the safety catch of the machine gun and, hunched over, landed silently, like a cat gliding gracefully into the darkness of a hospital building.

Under the effect of the infrared instrument, the corridor in the darkness appeared in a minute in the zero eye.

The windows of the hospital were shuttered and covered with some kind of paint, blocking out the sunlight and making it seem very dark.

Opposite the door was the outpatient lobby, littered with newspaper racks, water dispensers, chairs, and the like.

Furthermore, there were several corpses on the ground. Their bodies had already been turned into bones, and it was unknown how long they had been dead for.

They were still wearing the doctor's white coat, and the bones were not complete. From the jagged fracture surfaces, they must have been torn apart by something.

His skin, which was wrapped in a protective suit, felt the faintest pricking sensation, and his instincts told him that the hospital was dangerous.

Absolutely not as calm as it looked.

In his line of sight, Zoug made a gesture to indicate that everything was all right in front of him.

They followed him out through the fire escape to the left of the outpatient lobby and down the steps to the door of the underground storage room.

The door was unlocked and ajar.

A body sat by the door in what must have been a hospital security guard.

The corpse's left arm was missing, and even its head was half eaten by something. Everyone frowned.

Zek motioned for Halt to stay, and the Negro patted his chest and made another ”ok” gesture, then set about preparing the explosive.

The team continued moving forward.

After passing through the gate, there was a passage that extended to the left and right of them.

When he reached the wall, Zoug locked onto a spot on the wall with the floor plan of the medicine storage room hanging on it.

It was a storage room for antibiotics, east of the basement, in a deeper location.

After confirming his target, Zoug walked in front of the group and slowly but carefully led the group forward.

Zero was still at the back, and everything was normal except for the occasional corpse lying on the ground.

However, the calmer it was, and for some reason, the stronger the stabbing sensation on his skin grew.

It was as though there was an enormous danger ahead, silently awaiting them.

Zero could not hold it in anymore. Under Karl and Kal's strange gazes, he stepped forward and grabbed hold of Zuo Ge.

With his finger he wrote the word DANGER in the palm of his left hand. He pointed to the dark area ahead, shook his head, and made a retreating gesture that made him frown.

Zuo Ge naturally knew that Lingcun wanted to say something, but in his eyes, Lingcun was extremely nervous.

According to the information gathered at the base, most of the living corpses in Silver Tree were gathered in the city's schools.

Half a year ago, the base sent out 10 people to carry out the same task. Originally everything went smoothly, but when the team was retreating they passed near the school and were attacked by a lot of live corpses. In the end, only one of them managed to escape.

As for Mary Hospital, there were no more than ten living corpses hidden here.

Zuo Ge did not take this amount to heart.

He patted Zero on the shoulder, then patted himself on the chest, then held his thumb up to show he was in control.

Then, with a wave of his hand, Zoug let the group move forward.

As Carl and Tony walked past Zero, they looked at each other with contempt.

They were laughing, they knew, at their cowardice.

He was not going to argue, and since Zoug was determined to act, it was enough for Zoug to do his job well.

At the back of the line, the golden right eye, under the control of his mind, kept adjusting the horizon to help him clear out everything suspicious.

As he passed by the Potioneering Room, a soft sound entered his ears.

After catching the strange noise, he quickly headed towards the Potioneering workshop. … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

The door of the potion lab was ajar. Something flashed past the entrance of the potion lab in front of Zero's line of sight.

Zero's right eye was quite clear. It was a high-heeled heel.

It was impossible for the heel to move on its own. In other words, there was something moving inside.

He nudged the door open with the barrel of the gun.

He crouched down. If something suddenly rushed out of the door, it wouldn't be able to hit him.

He kept his half-squatting posture, and when the door opened, he saw that the muzzle of the submachine gun was pointed towards the inside of the door.

However, there was nothing inside the door. Other than the medicine cabinet on the floor and the corpse of a man.

The body of the man was only a skeleton, but he was wearing a police uniform with a six-pointed star on the chest. He looked like a sheriff.

The sheriff had died, but the body was still clutching two revolvers.

These two left wheels were the same, as if they were in a pair.

Zero-vision measurements showed that the guns were nearly 50 cm in length and 7 cm in height.

It was too big for a revolver, and the shells strewn all over the floor beneath the body made a frown.

He picked up one of the pistols and observed it. He knew the revolver was a fifty-caliber warhead.

Picking up one of the pistols, he shook his hand and the drum immediately slid away.

Unlike an ordinary revolver filled with six rounds of drums, this pistol's drum can only load five rounds.

”M500 revolver?”

In the old days, the only revolver in the world that fired five rounds was the M500.

That's because the bullet it can fire is a 50 warhead big enough to kill an African elephant.

As he had expected, the carpal bones of the dead sheriff's hands were broken.

It was forcefully broken by the M500's recoil. Who knew what kind of thing this Sheriff was hunting with such a powerful handgun?

Pulling the two pistols from the corpse's hands, Zero-O found a line of small letters carved into the butt of the converging material.

”To the dearest Smith-Marie.”

The gun had been given to the sheriff by a woman named Mary, but now that the sheriff was dead, Zero decided to take it for him.

They will play a bigger role in the hands of zero.

There was a row of unused fifty rounds left on the sheriff, but he wanted to reach for them.

As soon as his fingers touched the bullet, the prickling sensation on his skin intensified.

A sense of danger rushed through his heart like a tsunami.

At this moment, the sound of high heels tapping on the ground came from behind!