*Thud!*
A soft gunshot rang out, and a zombie's head exploded with a "thud," blood and rotting flesh splattering everywhere, before the headless corpse collapsed to the ground.
Li Shuangmu, his face contorted with sullen anger, retracted his Desert Eagle. He disliked the silenced Desert Eagle intensely. He was more captivated by its harsh roar and the recoil that made his hands numb. However, to prevent the gunshot from alerting more zombies, he had no choice but to install a silencer.
Moreover, he was somewhat unsettled. When in a bad mood, everything seems unpleasant.
Even Zeng Fei was slowing down the car repeatedly to minimize engine noise.
Some of the streetlights were still working, providing ample light, and the road here was much wider than the ones they had traveled before. I
