It seemed that things were just as he expected. This community had become a place for some people to raise corpses! Whenever a new mutant zombie was born, they would send people to kill it and dig out the crystal core in its body.
Since this community is like this, the situation in other communities must be similar.
Who on earth could dare to do such a cruel thing?
You know, if the zombies undergo an uncontrollable mutation, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for all of humanity!
Just to obtain a few crystal cores, these people can so easily abandon the future of all mankind. It doesn't seem like a good idea.
It's simply a case of losing the big for the small, the loss outweighs the gain!
Even though he was filled with indignation and condemnation for what these people did, Chen Bufan knew very well that the behavior of others was not something he could control or govern.
The most important thing right now is to accumulate your own points honestly. If something uncontrollable happens one day, it will not be his business. He will drive the spaceship RV and float in the air with his little darlings.
Chen Bufan was wearing a mask at the moment, so even if he was monitored by others, those guys would definitely not be able to recognize who he was even if they met him face to face in the future.
But he has never had the habit of being filmed and broadcast live while doing things.
Even at certain special moments, he would only take photos of the wonderful parts that interested him, hehe...
He calmly placed his left hand on the back of his waist, pretending to pull out a gun from there.
But in fact, the so-called gun was naturally taken out from the space, and this matter must not let people from the outside world notice any clues!
What he took out was a very beautiful 2011 Combat Master, with a double-row magazine and a Taran extended base installed, which could hold 23 rounds of 9mm Parabem pistol bullets.
In his era, although this gun is more than 20 years old, it is still so classic. As a competition pistol, it is undoubtedly powerful. Moreover, it is so beautiful. Both the material and the texture design have won his heart.
Since he got it, the status of other pistols in his opinion has plummeted, even the Glock 17.
He loaded the gun and fired directly at the camera.
"boom!"
The camera was broken. Chen Bufan didn't believe that they only had this one camera. He checked the street lights, big trees, leisure facilities and even the surrounding buildings around the square. If he saw a camera, he would shoot.
After carefully checking the surrounding area and confirming again and again that there were no omissions, he returned to the empty square.
Then, he scanned the residential buildings around him and finally locked his eyes on the third floor of a residential building with a good view.
He nimbly climbed up to the third floor, broke a window, entered the house, and checked every corner to ensure the safety of the room.
After confirming that everything was correct, he walked to the window and skillfully placed the powerful M134 Gatling machine gun.
When all preparations were ready, he suddenly noticed that scattered zombies began to slowly walk out of the nearby streets.
It was obvious that these zombies were attracted by the previous pistol shooting, but judging from the current situation, this scale was far from meeting the needs of his plan.
So, he calmly took out from his backpack a speaker that the middle-aged ladies usually used to play music when they danced in the square. This speaker was huge and the sound it made was deafening, enough for the zombies in the entire community to hear it clearly.
"I planted a seed and it finally grew into fruit. Today is a great day..."
"I'll pick the stars and give them to you, I'll pull down the moon and give it to you, and I'll let the sun rise for you every day..."
As the speakers were turned up to the maximum volume, the passionate music instantly resounded through the sky. Chen Bufan was in an extremely happy mood at this moment. He even couldn't help but hold the pistol and twist his body to the rhythm.
I have to say that the effect of this operation was surprisingly good. Within a short moment, a large number of zombies emerged from all directions, and their numbers were still increasing.
The extremely high-decibel music was like a spell, causing the zombies who were originally trapped in their homes in the community to become restless.
Many zombies began to bang their windows frantically, eager to rush out to join this "grand" square dance party.
6pm…
The outskirts of Farm No. 76 was the community where Chen Bufan had previously worked hard to clear out the zombies.
At this moment, a mysterious team in black combat uniforms quietly appeared next to the fence.
Each of them was well-equipped and uniformly equipped, with hard shoulder pads on the outer layer of their combat uniforms, and thick armor covering their arms, chests, and backs.
There are ten people in this team, each of them has a rifle hanging neatly on his chest, and it doesn't look like the standard is a domestically produced gun, and they carry a sharp long knife on their backs.
The leader waved his hand lightly, and the ten people almost synchronously adjusted the guns behind them to the back position.
Then, they stared at the edge of the fence above with sharp eyes, then bent their knees and suddenly jumped up.
Ten nimble figures shot up to the top of the fence one after another like arrows from a bow, and then landed steadily and silently on the ground inside like ghosts.
The whole process was smooth and the movements were quick and neat, without any unnecessary sound.
From beginning to end, there was no verbal communication between the ten people, but they cooperated with each other tacitly and had a tacit understanding.
After landing, they silently deployed according to the established battle formation and cautiously groped their way into the community.
The neighborhood was unusually quiet at this time. The creepy zombie roars of the past had disappeared without a trace. They carefully crossed several streets, but did not see even a single zombie.
As we were about to reach the square, an inexplicable atmosphere of tension began to spread.
Suddenly, the ten people seemed to have sensed some danger signal. They all nervously raised their guns and pointed them in different directions on high alert.
The reason was simple. The originally wide and empty square was now completely unrecognizable. The uncomfortable broken limbs of zombies were scattered everywhere, and the ground was covered with glaring scarlet blood stains, like a horrifying bloody picture spread out before one's eyes.
A strong and pungent stench permeated the air, mixed with a faint smell of burnt barbecue, which made people feel nauseous.
Countless flies were flying in the sky like black clouds, making waves of annoying buzzing sounds.