24 Sh*t Hit the Fan (2/2)
Under the coordination on all three sides, 6 people fell down immediately and there were only 3 gang members left. Then, the guy named John immediately shouted, ”We surrender! Please spare us!”
As he shouted that, he dropped his weapon on the ground, and the other two survivors followed.
The boys immediately stop shooting as well, but they were cautious enough to stay behind a cover and wait to see how things unfold.
Jay slowly showed his face on the roof with his M4 pointed at John, and their eyes met.
”We give up, just let us go.”
”How can you convince me that you won't come back with more men to look for trouble?” Jay icily asked.
”To be honest, we don't have many people and ammunition left, and two of our guys were injured by zombies as well. We are just out here looking for drops to see if someone wealthy purchased some medical supplies and ammunition,” the guy named John said almost in a begging voice.
Jay and the others weren't heartless murderers anyway, and they were already having a tough mental battle over killing those six people, despite them being the gang members that were going to harm them first. Now, with the three survivors surrendering, it obviously became even harder for the guys to put a finger on the trigger. After all, they were the same kind.
”He's not lying,” Alex yelled at Jay. He overheard the conversation the two gang members were having earlier.
After exchanging a look with the other three, Jay slowly said, ”We used our real-world currency and bought a lot of guns and ammo, and our friends are coming over to team up as well. You don't stand a chance against us now, and you won't stand a chance in the future. Let's put this whole thing behind us and move on, how does that sound?”
John immediately nodded and picked up the weapon and was ready to leave when Jay stopped him again.
He ordered them to throw their weapons into the car first and stand outside with their hands up. Then, he took out two boxes of 7.76 ammo, containing approximately 500 rounds, and carried it down to the gate with on a cart.
”Your guns use 7.76 bullets, right? This is what we can spare. Take it back to your place, and if you need any, come over and get more. But I will only recognize you, John, is it?”
”Yeah...”
”If your group is in desperate needs for supplies or ammunition, only come here by yourself. You can bring more men to protect you on the way, but tell them to wait by the bridge and not get any closer. Sounds good?”