PNB Chapter 116 The Tragedy of the Final Station (5)
Chapter 116 The Tragedy of the Final Station (5)
"..."
Staring blankly at the enthusiastic woman in front of him, Hansen suddenly turned to Grey and asked, "Why?"
"what?"
"Why are you doing this? Why are you welcoming outsiders?"
This was Jason's biggest dilemma at that moment.
Especially given his experiences since the disaster, he finds it hard to believe that such a place really exists in this world.
"..."
Gary realized what was happening, so he smiled and explained, "We welcome all those seeking asylum..."
"The more people join us, the stronger we become; this is our way of survival..."
"We put up signs outside to invite people to join..."
"What......"
Jason's expression immediately turned serious upon hearing this.
He never imagined that the people in this community could be so stupid! They're utterly hopeless!
"you......"
Jason was about to speak when he tried to warn them that the outside world wasn't so friendly.
Just then, faint gunshots suddenly rang out in the distance...
Da da da......
Da da da......
......
Judging from the sound, the gunshots were coming from the direction of the front door.
The people in the courtyard looked at each other in bewilderment, unsure of what was happening outside, as this had never occurred in the community before.
"..."
Gray glanced at Hansen with suspicion, then quickly took the walkie-talkie that was always hanging on his waist, turned it on, and anxiously asked:
"Mike, what happened? Why are there gunshots at the front door? Have the zombies appeared?"
"Buzz... Someone's here... Tap tap tap..."
Intense gunfire erupted from the walkie-talkie...
"Mike, Mike..."
Greg had a bad feeling and quickly called out the names of the others: "Greg, Neil... answer me!"
"Buzz... We're under attack..."
"They came on motorcycles, and there were a lot of people..."
"Sizzle... clatter clatter... The front gate can't be defended anymore..."
"...Fuck...They killed Neil...They stormed in..."
"Da da da... zzz..."
Only the intense gunfire could be heard over the walkie-talkie, but those few words from before sent a chill down everyone's spine.
"Quick, quick... everyone get inside the building..."
Realizing what was happening, Gray immediately turned and shouted loudly to the people in the courtyard who were still stunned with fear:
"Jessica, take the child inside, quick..."
"..."
The courtyard was instantly plunged into immense panic and chaos. The community had never experienced anything like this before. People panicked, scrambling to escape, and utter chaos ensued...
Jessica immediately had the children hold hands, and then she led a group of children through the chaotic crowd towards the building. Fortunately, their classroom was closest to the building entrance...
Boom boom boom... Boom boom boom...
Just then, the roar of engines came from the alley. Gray turned his head and saw several bandits riding motorcycles into view.
These vicious thugs howled and screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque grin, their eyes filled with bloodlust and madness...
The bandits opened fire without hesitation as soon as they saw people, clearing a path with bullets...
Da da da......
Da da da......
"..."
Greg, hiding behind the flower stand, felt a wave of fear wash over him. He had instinctively ducked when he saw the bandit raise the dark muzzle of his gun, narrowly avoiding the bullet...
He saw several people who didn't have time to dodge being shot dead on the spot...
Boom boom boom... Boom boom boom...
The thugs rode their motorcycles into the courtyard, circling the vegetable garden as they indiscriminately fired at the unarmed people inside...
Da da da......
"Awooo... Awooo..."
These ruthless bandits killed indiscriminately while emitting eerie howls like wild wolves...
This was a bloody massacre...
"..."
Seeing this tragic scene, Gray was filled with grief and anger. His teeth were clenched so tightly that they creaked. He could only watch helplessly as his familiar faces were slaughtered one by one, unable to fight back.
"Fake..."
Gray cursed under his breath, then slowly backed away, looking for an opportunity to leave.
At this moment, he was filled with regret. For the sake of management, the community did not allow weapons to be carried except when going out for operations, so he had no weapons at all.
Da da da......
Da...da...
The gunfire gradually subsided, and after the bandits had fired indiscriminately, there was no one left standing in the courtyard.
Besides the dead, many who had been shot lay on the ground howling in pain, while the survivors either hid or concealed themselves, none daring to show themselves easily...
However, their nightmare was far from over, as more thugs drove into the yard on roaring motorcycles.
Then, a burly white man wearing sunglasses slowly drove his motorcycle into the yard.
Unlike the others who were all wearing black leather jackets, the muscular man in sunglasses wore a long black trench coat, but the back of the trench coat also had a red flame pattern printed on it, with the words 'Hellfire' printed in the raging flames.
chug chu...
His ride was a very stylishly modified Harley-Davidson motorcycle, its roaring engine producing a unique sound.
This man was none other than the leader of the motorcycle gang called Hellfire—War Witch.
The war shaman was tall and imposing, with shoulder-length hair combed back and a large beard meticulously braided, giving him a rather fierce appearance.
He stopped his motorcycle after entering the courtyard, then took off his sunglasses, revealing a hollow right eye socket on his face, which looked somewhat eerie. His only remaining eye slowly moved, scanning his surroundings. He then clenched his right fist and slowly raised it...
"..."
Upon seeing this, the bandits stopped their strange shouts and quietly watched their leader.
"Go, drive all the sheep out."
The war shaman spoke slowly, his voice low and slightly hoarse.
And as the war shaman opened his raised fist...
The group of thugs immediately scattered with howls, excitedly rushing into the various buildings, from which gunshots gradually echoed...
Bang... Bang... Bang...
Some of the bandits remained in the courtyard and began to finish off the corpses on the ground, shooting them one by one toward the head.
Those who were wounded but not dead, still groaning on the ground, were also killed with a single shot.
Those who survived the chaos, hiding in every corner of the courtyard, were inevitably dragged out one by one.
Some people tried to fight back, but they were all shot dead on the spot without hesitation. These bandits were extremely ruthless and showed no mercy.
"..."
The War Witch sat expressionlessly in his car, watching everything unfold indifferently. His single eye gleamed with a cold light as he fiddled with the 'necklace' around his neck.
It was the arrowhead of a crossbow bolt strung together with a rope.
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