While shooting to hinder the influx of zombies, Han Feng felt the recovery of his mental power. He had been struggling with whether to let Silver Wings join the battle now...

If Silver Wing appeared, it would only take a few seconds to kill the zombies in front of us.

But...the supply box is located on the second floor of the department store. And this building is five stories high!

There are countless zombies on the first floor alone. On the second floor and above... I don’t know what the situation is.

besides……

The other supply box is one kilometer away. Once the mental power is exhausted, it is unknown whether the terminators and magnetic blast infantry alone can hold on...

"Huh..." Han Feng took a deep breath and forced himself to regain his composure. At the same time, he was also deciding on the best solution...

"Luna, how long have we been here?" Han Feng asked Luna in his mind while he was changing the magazine.

"Let me tell you, Team Korea, so far, we have stayed for a total of thirteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds."

"Da da da da!"

Listening to Luna's report, Han Feng pursed his lips... as if he was making a final "struggle".

I have been in the department store for nearly fifteen minutes... Even if the previous special forces stayed for fifteen minutes, this adds up to half an hour.

For so long, there was no movement "on the other side"... and although there were roars in the department store, there were no screams of level three zombies and level four zombies.

Is it a conspiracy? Is it a trajectory? Or am I overthinking?...

The next second, Han Feng's eyes widened and he shouted loudly: "Psychic power! Activate!!"

In the end, Han Feng decided to get the "first blood" as quickly as possible!

"Howl! Howl!!" Ten silver wings came out in response! While making a sharp and short whistling sound, they spun towards the zombies!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The extremely sharp silver wings shuttled through the zombies without any feeling of frustration!

Han Feng controlled ten silver wings and kept them flying at the height of the zombies' necks. Three seconds later...a large group of zombies in front of Han Feng suddenly separated their corpses "without warning".

"Oh my God! It's up to you!!" Han Feng roared when he saw a clear space in front of him! Then he activated his speed superpower and headed towards the department store...

"Whoosh!" As soon as he entered the department store, Han Feng rushed straight up the stairs.

Although the building was extremely dark, Han Feng still relied on the route scanned by radar to sneak quickly and steadily.

In less than two seconds, Han Feng successfully climbed to the second floor. Along with him, there were ten silver wings surrounding him.

As soon as he reached the second floor, Han Feng suddenly stopped in his rapid progress...

"Ugh...this...this..." Han Feng muttered subconsciously. He saw a scene in front of him that he would never have imagined!

The entire second floor! There was no one there!

Uh...no! It's just an empty body!

"Huh...huh..." Looking at the empty environment, Han Feng kept breathing heavily.

Feeling nervous, Han Feng kept scanning here...

With his mind power suddenly rising, Han Feng controlled ten silver wings to shuttle through it.

Behind the shelves, under the bar, in the ceiling compartments, behind the load-bearing columns, behind the load-bearing walls, everything you can't see is where Silver Wing's "attack" lies!

A few seconds later, ten silver wings returned to Han Feng. During this period... the silver wings did not kill any zombies!

This means…

…The entire second floor is really empty!!!

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Han Feng turned his gaze and stared at the equally dark staircase leading to the third floor...

quiet……

Apart from the roar of the zombies downstairs and the firing of the Terminator ghost, there is no more "disharmonious" sound...

"Tap...tap..."

Holding his breath and concentrating, Han Feng raised his legs and slowly walked towards the direction of the supply box.

Han Feng walked this short distance of more than 20 meters for two minutes! After passing through several shops, Han Feng came to a locked door... He looked at the three words posted on the door - Manager's Office

.

The supply box is inside...and inside is an area deemed "dangerous" by the system...

With a tight mouth, Han Feng didn't dare to let down his guard! Maybe... there might be a level 5 zombie behind the door!

Continuing to hold his breath, Han Feng listened with all his strength to the voice behind the door...

"Dong dong...dong dong..."

After listening for a long time, the only sound that came was Han Feng's heartbeat. But behind the door, it was surprisingly quiet!

"Silver Wings!" Han Feng said softly. At the critical moment, Silver Wings must be the "advance force"!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Ten silver wings rushed towards the wooden door in unison, passing through almost without any hindrance.

Although Han Feng can't see the silver wing now, the perception of telepathy is still there. Controlling the silver wing, Han Feng makes it "shuttle" in the room as much as possible!

The room behind the door is already small, and ten "killing weapons" are constantly cutting it. With such a dense attack, not to mention zombies... not even a shrimp can survive intact!

It took more than seven seconds, until Han Feng felt a slight lack of mental strength, and then he stopped.

Standing outside the door, Han Feng took a deep breath...and then instantly raised his right leg and kicked it forward! At the same time, Han Feng activated his super power again and ran backwards!

"Bang!!!" The wooden door shattered in response! Han Feng also withdrew to a safe distance of more than ten meters.

Lying on the ground, Han Feng stared at the room...

quiet……

Three seconds later, Han Feng was sure... there was really nothing in the room.

"Haha~ Grandma Zhente's cowardice~" Han Feng laughed at himself, stood up from the ground, scratched the back of his head and walked towards the room.

Entering the room, Han Feng saw the mess all over the floor...

The mop handle was broken into hundreds of pieces, the mop bucket was broken into hundreds of pieces, the box paper was rotted into pieces like scraps of paper, and the viscous liquid with a familiar smell was all over the floor...

Asked about this question, Han Feng whispered: "Shampoo? Shower gel?"

The next second, Han Feng reacted and exclaimed: "Bullshit manager's office! Damn... this isn't a small warehouse! It's the janitor's lounge! It's really bluffing!!!"

Han Feng, who was completely relieved, kicked away the garbage blocking his way.

Kneeling down, Han Feng pulled out a silver suitcase from the trash.

Looking at the suitcase, the smile on Han Feng's face gradually solidified...

"It seems that 80% of them are gold coins..." Han Feng curled his lips, put his hand on the box, and said softly: "Open it."

"Ding~"

A crisp sound sounded, and the suitcase opened. Then, a dollar sign slowly rose into the sky and gradually dimmed...

"Congratulations to the Korean team for winning the gold coin supply box~10,000 gold coins~" Luna's congratulatory voice came as Han Feng looked at the mark in mid-air.

"Oh...hehe...it really solved my urgent need"

"Here~" Han Feng stood up, clapped his hands, and laughed at himself...

Now I am worth 14.5 million! With this supply box opportunity, I might as well get another Terminator...

"Let's go~ This trip was in vain~" Han Feng said to himself, walked out of the "manager's office", and at the same time thought about what the other supply box could be.

Looking back at the empty second floor, Han Feng shook his head. When he had time, he would think about why this happened.

"Ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

When we arrived at the stairs, the gunfire continued downstairs.

Walking downstairs, Han Feng's thoughts rose up! Ten silver wings immediately started attacking.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!! Whoosh! Whoosh!" For a moment, the entire first floor of the department store shone with a dazzling cold light!

He took out cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it. When Han Feng walked to the door with a cigarette in his mouth, ten silver wings were quietly following him... Behind him, there was an Asura hell. There were zombies everywhere.

The remains of broken arms, and the roars that had been "a roaring crowd" before, also returned to silence.

Just standing at the door of the department store smoking a cigarette, Han Feng began to think about the next thing...

Should I go find another supply box now? Or go home and call "brother"?

Now my mental strength is less than half of what it used to be, or even less. Although the Terminator Ghost is not damaged, Gatlin's powerful firepower is already a "cannon stand".

Magnetic explosive infantry? If there are no level five zombies, he will not be of much use... If he cannot be defeated and has to run away, wearing heavy armor, he will definitely become a "slugger"...

Go home and call someone? Bring more people over next time?

No way... I finally got here. If I come here next time, maybe something weird happens in this weird department store.

After much thought, Han Feng decided to take the risk!

The worst case scenario is to encounter level five zombies, but with the presence of magnetic blast infantry, it shouldn't be a problem.
To be continued...