Just as Xiaoyun's mind was thinking back to the mutant report's description, an explosion could be heard.
"Tank mutants are already here?"
The loud, growling scream puts the final nail in the coffin, confirming tank mutants had arrived.
"Commander, several tank mutants are heading your way——"
"I'm fine. Focus on your task. Over."
As Xiaoyun hung up the walkie-talkie, he quickly moved back even more, creating a hundred step gap.
At the same time, he quickly noticed the pistol was barely doing anything to slow down the zombies before him.
His hand quickly dug into his backpack, taking out two AKM he had just made on the spot before lowering it to his armpit.
With his index fingers on each of the trigger, the gun barrels began spitting fire at the zombies nonstop.
More and more ammos were constantly being replenished directly in the magazine, feeding into the endless void in front of him.
