At the rear of the squad, a woman burst out of a building and sprinted desperately, with twenty or thirty zombies chasing close behind, about to catch up to her.

That scream startled the feeders ahead.

The squad was like the filling in a sandwich, watching helplessly as the feeders in front dropped their chunks of corpse and charged at them at lightning speed!

“Shit!”

Someone cursed out loud, and another shouted, “Save her!”

“Bang bang bang”—several gunshots rang out, and three or four zombies behind the woman fell to the ground. At the same time, another teammate opened fire, killing the charging feeder.

The gunshots echoed through the silent, empty city, like a drop of water splashing into boiling oil—“whoosh”—in an instant, everything boiled over again, and countless zombies surged out from the shadows!

“Go, go, go!!”

“Hurry!”

The gunfire was deafening.

“Captain Harris?!” Eric Morgan shouted, “Move!”

Claire Harris stood still, as if waiting for something, exuding a chilling, intimidating aura.

When the woman was just a few steps away from him, a flash of cold light swept by. The woman suddenly dropped to her knees and collapsed onto the road with a thud.

With his teammates covering him, Claire Harris strode over and pulled his military knife from the woman’s forehead.

Blood gushed down, soaking the woman’s wide-open eyes. In just a few seconds, her grayish-white eyeballs had become identical to those of the zombies chasing her. A piece of her ear was missing, with obvious bite marks.

Claire Harris sheathed his knife. Behind him, Ryan Bennett turned and shot a zombie lunging at his back, his movements so swift they exceeded Claire Harris’s expectations.

He had thought that someone firing a gun in real combat for the first time would hesitate.

The crowd surged like the end of the world.

Ryan Bennett glanced at the woman on the ground, then looked at Claire Harris in surprise.

That look finally confirmed the reason for his earlier hesitation. Ryan Bennett’s clear eyes flared with heat, as if he finally had the spark of life in him. He shouted angrily, “Front left! The convenience store! Move!”

More and more zombies appeared, pouring out endlessly wherever they looked.

They weren’t too far from the convenience store and could clearly see its intact iron gate.

Spotting cover in time bought them precious seconds.

Working together, they dashed through the hail of bullets and quickly reached the convenience store entrance.

Without even looking, Ryan Bennett fired a shot—bang—at the store’s access panel. Amid the shrill alarm, Emily Thompson and William Cooper pulled open the iron gate with all their strength!

As soon as there was enough space for one person to roll through sideways, Ryan Bennett slipped in like a fish.

“Bang bang bang bang bang!”

Suddenly, several gunshots rang out from inside the store.

The gunfire ceased.

Ryan Bennett reappeared behind the iron gate, blood soaking his pale face, even staining his eyelashes.

He was breathing slightly heavily, his voice unsteady: “Get in!!”

Everyone: “???”

When they all entered the convenience store one after another and saw the fresh corpses on the floor, everyone: “……”

Was this really the Consultant Bennett who couldn’t even open a bottle cap?!

The convenience store was a mess, the shelves empty, but otherwise relatively safe—if there was any danger, Ryan Bennett had already taken care of it single-handedly in the blink of an eye.

That speed and decisiveness—it was as if he had foreseen everything.

To be honest, even the best protector could only be this good at most.

Everyone felt like they owed an “intelligence tax.”

“Where’s Captain Harris?!” William Cooper suddenly asked.

Present were Emily Thompson, Eric Morgan, and Ryan Bennett, but the twins and Claire Harris were nowhere to be seen.

Ryan Bennett frowned: “Open the door, wait for them!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of gunfire erupted outside the store.

Claire Harris pushed Helen Ford inside, rolling in under the cover of the others.

Helen Ford looked dazed, while Claire Harris’s face was ashen. With a clang, the iron gate was pulled down. Someone shouted, “We still need to wait for David Ford!”

“No need.” Claire Harris stood up, covered in blood. “David Ford was bitten. After infection, the mutation time… is less than ten seconds.”

Helen Ford broke down in tears.

No one knew what had happened outside, but hearing this, everyone was shaken to the core.

Just outside, countless zombies were frantically pounding on the iron gate, their bloody mouths wide open, grayish-white pupils fixed on the living inside, as if they would burst in and tear them apart at any moment.

Ten seconds.

The transmission speed of this virus was unbelievably fast.

And with a one hundred percent mutation rate after being bitten, there was no city in the world capable of defending against such a virus.

“We can’t just sit here and wait to die. This gate won’t hold for long.” Claire Harris’s voice was icy. “There’s a false wall of light bricks in the store’s storeroom. Blast it open and get out through there.”

Ryan Bennett suddenly looked up.

Their eyes met.

Now was not the time for conversation, but on Ryan Bennett’s blood-soaked face, his eyes were shining brightly.

Claire Harris remained calm, but his words carried deeper meaning: “Consultant Bennett, what’s behind the wall?”

Ryan Bennett clenched his fists, his nails digging painfully into his palms.