"You have ten seconds!"

Duan Lei's voice rang out again as the woman begged.

"Ah!"

The woman screamed subconsciously, then looked at Duan Lei with icy eyes. After glancing at the dazed man again, she finally turned and fled towards a street to the side.

The fleeing woman stopped screaming, knowing that the sound would attract zombies. But in her panic, she tripped and fell to the ground after running a hundred meters. She scrambled back up and continued her frantic run.

The man finally reacted. He slowly raised his head, watching the staggering woman's back. A struggle appeared in his eyes. After a few seconds, he finally sighed and started chasing after the woman.

"You didn't have to leave!"

Duan Lei said, watching the man.

The man paused but didn't turn around. He just whispered, "Without me, she'll die!"

With that, the man sprinted after the woman. Watching his back, Duan Lei took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, "Hey!"

The man stopped again and turned to look at Duan Lei.

"Take your car!"

Duan Lei pointed to their car.

The man was silent. He glanced back at the woman, who didn't know what was happening behind her. Finally, he ran back. As he was about to get into the car, he looked at Duan Lei and said softly, "Thank you!"

Then, the man got into the car, started the engine, and turned around, speeding towards the woman.

Almost everyone watched the departing man, watching him drive up to the woman, stop the car, and the woman get in, crying. Then the car continued on, disappearing from sight.

"Vroom!"

Just then, the roar of engines sounded again. Five more cars left the convoy, speeding after the man, precisely the other five on the list.

They had seen the fate of the previous two cars, and knew that Duan Lei wouldn't let them go. So, they simply took advantage of the fact that he hadn't noticed them yet and fled.

"Which car is carrying our supplies?"

Duan Lei asked.

Some of these people had refused to cooperate from the start, so they drove away in their own cars, even the resources on the cars were taken down by themselves.

Although, without Duan Lei and the others, these people would never have dared to leave the residential area, Duan Lei didn't intend to kill everyone.

Slaughter was just a means of deterrence, not the goal!

"The white Honda, the black Pajero, and the silver-gray Toyota!"

The person who gave Duan Lei the phone immediately pointed out three cars.

"What a coincidence, they're all the same brand!"

Duan Lei muttered. Then, a flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes, and he raised his hand, firing three shots at the three cars.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With the gunshots, all three cars erupted in sprays of blood, and the vehicles swerved. Two of them actually collided, and the other crashed into another car that was also trying to escape!

Duan Lei hadn't been handling firearms for long, barely two days in total. But his marksmanship was quite accurate, partly because his physical fitness had reached the limit of ordinary people, and partly because of his powerful mental strength.

Mental strength not only improves intelligence or memory, but also greatly helps with remote locking. Because Duan Lei's mental control first requires locking onto the target. So, when using firearms, Duan Lei also used this locking function, and the effect was surprisingly good!

Of course, this kind of locking took time, so his rate of fire was slow, about one shot every second or so. It was still very different from Li Chenzhou, who relied purely on marksmanship and could shoot as soon as he raised his hand.

After firing, Duan Lei immediately rushed forward, moving very quickly. By the time he reached the four cars that had crashed together, the person in one of the cars had just kicked open the somewhat deformed door and crawled out.

"Don't... don't kill me! I was wrong!"

The man had some blood on his forehead, but it wasn't a gunshot wound, because he was the unlucky guy who hadn't been targeted but had been hit by another car.

"You can leave!"

Duan Lei waved his hand. "I'm not letting them go because their cars still have our stuff!"

Hearing Duan Lei's words, the man breathed a sigh of relief. But his car was already wrecked. So, he looked at the direction the cars had fled in, hesitated, and looked at Duan Lei, asking, "Can... can I go back?"

"No!"

Duan Lei shook his head immediately. "We can't take care of that many people. So, everyone only gets one chance!"

Looking at Duan Lei, the man's lips moved, but in the end, he didn't dare say anything else. He crawled back into the car, took out a backpack, pulled out a golf club, and gritted his teeth as he ran off into the distance.

Duan Lei and the others had never been here before, so there were still zombies. And the sound of the car crash had attracted the nearby zombies. Several of them charged straight towards the man.

Just as the man was panicking, Duan Lei raised his hand and fired several shots in succession, blowing the heads off all the zombies in front of him. At the same time, the gunshots drew the attention of all the remaining zombies.

"Thank you! My name is Wang Heng!"

The man was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Duan Lei to help him kill the zombies blocking his path. He looked back at Duan Lei and suddenly said, then turned and ran forward frantically.

Duan Lei glanced at Wang Heng's back, not paying too much attention. He turned around and began to slaughter the surrounding zombies. Seeing this, Grey Bear planned to come over and help, because with the gunshots, there seemed to be more and more zombies around.

"Stay there and protect them!"

Duan Lei shouted loudly as he killed zombies. Grey Bear had no choice but to stop and look at Wang Yuanqiang. "Did they all run?"

Wang Yuanqiang knew what Grey Bear meant, so he nodded.

"That's good. At least the team is clean now!"

Grey Bear sighed. Then, he looked at the surrounding survivors, thought for a moment, and said, "Seeing that guy kill people just now, do you think he's a bit cruel? Although that person was wrong, wanting us to protect him without sharing his car, even people like that don't deserve to die, at most you just drive them away, right?"

"..."

The crowd looked at each other. No one answered, because there was no way to answer.

If you said he was cruel, what if people didn't like hearing that? If you said he wasn't cruel? Wouldn't that be even worse if they treated this as a regular punishment in the future?

"What's there to be afraid to say? It is cruel! Even I think so!"

Grey Bear said, looking at the expressions of the crowd, causing everyone to be stunned.