The fence, which is more than two meters high, cannot stop people as the lower part is made of cement and the upper part is made of iron bars. It is very easy to climb over, and once you are over, there is no need to worry about being discovered. The branches and leaves here are denser, indicating that there are disadvantages to having good landscaping.

Due to a power outage, the access control system is not functioning. The entrance of the building is dark and quiet. To be honest, it is quite creepy. If a zombie were to suddenly appear at this moment, it would almost be like a horror movie.

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Unfortunately, there are not only no wandering zombies, but there is also no movement in any of the households. It seems that this group of people has already cleared the residential area. Unexpectedly, at this time, not only are the zombies not a threat, but they can also save lives, saving their lives!

The layout of the apartment on the sixth floor northwest is easy to find. The door is slightly ajar, and even if it is not, the door lock has been broken. When Hong Tao reached the third floor, he deliberately entered the corridor to take a look. The method used by the other party to break the lock was exactly the same as his own. They first removed the lock core of the anti-theft door, then found the screw that fixed the door handle, rendering the lock core useless.

"Received on the 14th... Change shifts in two hours... Oh, over! Damn it, working overtime again. They only know how to make us work overtime, while they sleep with women..."

This anti-theft door is quite new, and it silently opened a gap wide enough for a person to slip through. There is no one in the living room. The sentry should be on the balcony of the master bedroom, seemingly having a conversation with someone and in a bad mood.

"Click..." The furniture in the room is complete, but there are many things scattered on the floor, indicating that it has been searched. Hong Tao covered the flashlight with his palm, only allowing a faint light to escape, and quietly entered the corridor leading to the bedroom. Then, he picked up a pen from the ground and threw it towards the anti-theft door, while he himself quickly entered the bathroom in the middle of the corridor, holding his breath and standing against the wall.

"Who's there?" The cursing in the bedroom suddenly stopped, and with a bright light, the sentry walked out slowly. He was holding a Western-style kitchen knife, with his arm stretched out in front of him.

"Damn it, I've said it so many times, change the lock, change the lock. What if a live zombie comes in? How can I deal with it alone!" He held the flashlight and turned around outside the anti-theft door, but found nothing unusual. The sentry grumbled and walked back. This time, his speed was normal, and he was more casual. Although he still held the knife in his hand, it was already held together with the flashlight, freeing up one hand to reach into his pocket and take out a cigarette case.

"Uh... sizzle... plop... clang..." Unfortunately, before he could put the cigarette in his mouth, he noticed something in the bathroom on the left. He wanted to turn around and raise his hand, but he felt that the strength in his body seemed to have disappeared with his breath. There was also a warm sensation spraying out from his neck, hitting the wall and making a sound of flowing water.

Then, he slowly sat down, and fresh blood continued to spurt out from the wound on his neck, but the force was not as strong as before, only reaching a little over a foot away.

Taking someone's life can be troublesome. Face to face, swinging knives at each other, without considering those who have received special training, it is hard to say who will stab first. It is also difficult to accurately disable someone's resistance in a short period of time.

To hide, at the moment when the person is most relaxed, as long as the knife is sharp enough, find the right spot, lightly poke the side of the neck, and make a small incision about an inch long. Then, a living person's life will be gone, not much different from killing a chicken and cutting its throat.

"Well, let me listen to what you guys are saying..." After a simple search of the still warm body, without a gun but wearing a stab-proof vest, holding a kitchen knife, and a handheld radio.

Looking at the frequency on it, Hong Tao took out his own handheld radio and tuned it to the same frequency. He memorized it and switched to channel 2, then took a look at the sentry's face. He was quite young, in his early twenties, with messy hair and dark circles under his eyes, indicating that he hadn't slept well these past few days.

"Hu Zi, that car has gone far. I don't know where it went. When I chased after it, it had already disappeared. It's probably a car that took the wrong road and quickly turned around when it saw the roadblock. Lucky for it! Over..." A man's report came through the earpiece, not in the local accent. He should be calling Hu Zi.

"Tomorrow, you and the brothers work hard again, block the southern intersection, and find a way to add another layer of lighting. With these lights, maybe more moths will come and throw themselves into the fire... Over!" The reply should be from Hu Zi, his voice was muffled and a bit panting, making it hard to tell his age.

"You guys sure know how to enjoy yourselves... Don't rush, I'll make sure you guys can't escape later!" Based on Hong Tao's experience, this guy is either working out or working hard in bed. Considering the current time period, the possibility of exercising is not very high.

"San Er, have you arrived? Over!" Hong Tao didn't dare to stay on this channel for too long, so he switched back to his own channel and called Jiao San.

"Almost there, almost there. Don't rush me, I'm almost out of breath... Over..." Jiao San also replied with panting, but he didn't have the suave demeanor of Hu Zi. It seems like he is exercising in the middle of the night.

"Sun Ge, can you see me waving? Over!" Hong Tao walked directly to the balcony and waved his hand towards the north. From this distance, the other sentry on the adjacent floor can only see a figure and can't make out anything else. As expected, he lazily waved his hand and then leaned against the wall without moving.

"I see... Did you really kill him?" The sentry can see himself, and Sun Jian She across the street should also be able to see. But this old guy hid really well, Hong Tao couldn't see him until he poked his head out.

"What's the matter? I'm here, what's up?" After listening for a few minutes and seeing Sun Jian She sticking out half of his body from behind the car, waving his hand towards this side, Hong Tao switched the channel back.

"Jiao Qiao has arrived. What should we do next? Over!" Sun Jian She probably called Hong Tao several times without getting a reply."Twenty meters to the south, walk slowly. Don't be afraid, that guard can't see you! Remember, walk slowly, don't run, over!" Hong Tao stood at the guard's position, finding a new angle to observe the other guards' field of vision.

Anyway, he couldn't see if there was anyone moving on the street under the guard tower opposite, and the other side should be the same. Only after approaching the fence would they be illuminated by the light, but the view of the guard on the opposite side was blocked by the leaves, and he could only see whether he was at his post or not.

"Sixth floor, come up, no one's here, over!" Watching Sun Ge and Jiao San leisurely cross the road, climb over the fence, Hong Tao noticed the guard on the opposite side lighting up another cigarette. This guy had a serious smoking habit, having smoked three in such a short time. He decided to light one himself, to mask the smell of blood in the air.

"Damn... watch your step, almost slipped... dead bodies aren't as scary as I thought, Hong Brother, why don't I feel like throwing up?" Soon, there were faint footsteps outside the door, followed by Jiao San's complaints. It was unclear whether he had vomited or not, but he was definitely extremely nervous, which manifested in his excessive talking.

"Come, stand here with me, you don't have to do anything, just help them keep watch for a while. Sun Ge, give me the gun..." Hong Tao didn't bother to comfort or reassure him. Whether he was nervous or not, whether he wanted to vomit or not, these emotions couldn't be dispelled with a few words. He simply ignored it and did what he had to do.

"I'll go with you... don't worry, I'm fine, I've been a soldier after all..." Sun Ge didn't go into the bedroom, but stood next to the corpse in the corridor, staring at it from a close distance. He was quite good at adjusting his mindset, the more he looked, the less it bothered him.

"Why don't you drag him inside, he's in the way here!" Hong Tao was straightforward. If you're willing to fight fire with fire, then fine, I'll add fuel to the fire. Just looking isn't enough, you need to get your hands dirty.

Sun Ge was efficient, bending down to drag the body into the bathroom, even taking out a mop to clean the blood on the floor. There was too much of it, sticky and slippery.

After the old man finished cleaning, Hong Tao led the way out. This time they were heading to the room opposite, which faced the center of the residential area. Without saying a word, Hong Tao headed straight for the living room balcony, picked up a stool and smashed the balcony glass. In the quiet night, the sound of shattered glass falling from the sixth floor was piercingly loud.