CHAPTER 481: CHAPTER 462: QIN TIANLE REQUESTS TO REJOIN THE TEAM

As Li Yu was wondering what to do.

A voice suddenly came through the earpiece: "Little Yu, they are coming out... one of them, I recognize."

Third Uncle’s voice, usually calm, sounded somewhat excited and incredulous.

Li Yu asked in surprise, "Third Uncle, who are you talking about?"

Holding a telescope, Third Uncle looked in the direction of the factory and slowly said, "The one at the front, holding a pair of white gloves."

Hearing this, Li Yu thought, could it be someone Third Uncle knew? Possibly a comrade-in-arms?

He promptly asked, "Third Uncle, is it one of your former comrades-in-arms?"

In a low voice, Third Uncle replied, "Yes, I thought he was long dead. Unexpectedly, I met him here. Based on what I know about him, we can go straight to them."

Hearing Third Uncle’s response, Li Yu was quite surprised.

He had discussed with Third Uncle about his past profession and missions, knowing that it involved confidential special operations, mostly overseas.

Anyone who could be a comrade of Third Uncle’s was certainly no ordinary person.

Third Uncle was usually reserved and mysterious but extremely reliable. Whatever he said was generally true.

Typically, Third Uncle seldom offered advice to Li Yu. But this time, he suggested going straight in to talk to them.

Li Yu trusted Third Uncle.

Thus, Li Yu said, "Alright, let’s get straight to the point and talk to them.

Third Uncle, ask them to bring the cars over."

Third Uncle responded affirmatively, and soon had everyone bring the cars over.

Rumble～

The sound of vehicles was loud, just as they were about to reach the main gate

The people in the factory like Old Qin were surprised to hear the noise.

After hearing it, Zhou hurriedly went to Qin: "Old Qin, someone is coming, might be No Life’s cohorts."

Old Qin nodded, saying, "I heard it. Get brothers to bring out those Molotov cocktails and homemade bombs we’ve made these past few days.

We’re going to fight No Life and his gang. Damn these bastards."

Upon hearing Old Qin’s order, everyone quickly got into action, fast and efficient. Within two minutes, each person emerged holding a box.

These boxes contained items they found, collected from the factory and nearby areas over time, which they had turned into weapons.

But facing No Life’s followers, things were tricky.

People under No Life were heavily brainwashed and not afraid of death at all, plus they were numerous. In a fight, they wouldn’t care about their lives at all.

The enemy outnumbered us.

Everyone at Old Qin’s was at the gate, each holding a Molotov cocktail, ready to fight No Life’s approaching men.

Rumble～

The row of vehicles soon reached the gate.

Eight or nine vehicles, SUVs, heavy trucks.

Seeing these, Old Qin was surprised; they hadn’t seen these vehicles before.

Especially the sight of the Unimog SUV caused even greater surprise.

They all recognized this vehicle; it was the dream car among them.

No matter what, the arrival of these vehicles brought immense pressure.

Suddenly, less than ten meters away from them, Li Yu and others appeared.

Li Yu, Lao Lu, Li Tie, and Li Gang, each armed with a gun, dressed in military protective gear.

Seeing this did not ease Old Qin; instead, it heightened his alertness.

Post-apocalypse, the Government advocated for the people, aiming to rescue many, but the uncontrollable zombie tide posed immense difficulties.

After the apocalypse, many teams disbanded; although many soldiers tried to help others, the brutal nature of humanity in the apocalypse often led those with strong responsibilities to their demise.

In the apocalypse, there are some who have let their hearts turn ugly, relying on their own martial strength and power to become kings of the mountain.

There are also some ordinary people before the apocalypse who, from who knows where, managed to gather some equipment, rampaging everywhere.

Old Qin couldn’t tell which type the people before him belonged to.

Before figuring it out, he couldn’t let his guard down.

After the vehicle stopped.

A very ordinary-looking middle-aged man got down from the Unimog, extremely ordinary in appearance.

If this were before the apocalypse, this man in a crowd would be like a drop of water merging into the sea, utterly indistinguishable.

A plain face, his visage was just like that of an old farmer.

However, when Old Qin saw this man, his eyes widened.

Full of disbelief, his body seemed to tremble uncontrollably from excitement.

Old Zhou next to him thought Old Qin was scared and, knowing him, that shouldn’t be the case. Old Qin usually had quite the courage.

Why would he tremble with fear?

So, seemingly in comfort, he said: "Old Qin, don’t be scared, we are with you, nothing to fear with brothers together."

Old Qin’s trembling body seemed to quickly settle down from Old Zhou’s words.

"F*ck off."

Tap tap tap—

Third Uncle approached the factory gate slowly, just like an old farmer.

And behind him, everyone was a bit worried; after all, they also saw those people inside the factory, each armed with a Molotov Cocktail.

That thing, if it hits you, is no joke.

But Third Uncle seemed utterly fearless, his face wearing a faint smile, confidently approaching the gate.

On this side of the gate, Old Zhou and others were unsure what to do as they watched Third Uncle approach, but they all looked towards Old Qin.

Waiting for Old Qin to give a command.

But at this moment, they also noticed something unusual about Old Qin’s state.

They had never seen Old Qin so agitated before.

Completely confused.

Old Qin’s heart was tossing like stormy seas, he couldn’t believe that someone who should have been long dead was now appearing before them.

Scenes they had gone through together flickered through his mind like a carousel lantern.

Old Qin slowly put down the Molotov Cocktail, then walked to the gate.

Zhe la la—

And just like that, Old Qin opened the gate.

"Boss Qin, the gate..." On the factory side, a worker unaware of the situation saw Old Qin opening the gate and wanted to remind him.

But was quickly stopped by Old Zhou nearby.

Old Zhou looked towards Old Qin, then looked at the middle-aged man, who looked like an old farmer, calmly approaching Old Qin.

He said, "Maybe Old Qin, they know each other."

The two took slow steps until Third Uncle stood in front of Old Qin, his lips wearing a smile mixed with sentimentality.

"Captain..." Old Qin’s voice was hoarse, slightly trembling as he uttered these two words.

Then, emotionally stirred, solemn.

He raised his hand to salute Third Uncle:

"Sniper Qin Tianle requests to rejoin your command."

Unknown from when, on Old Qin’s face.

Tears had already filled his eyes.

Tears had already blurred his vision.