A drop of sweat crept across his eyelashes and seeped into his eyes. Matt felt some sting in his eyes. He turned his head to his shoulder and wiped the sweat off his forehead on his clothes at his arm's side.

Matt's hands began to tremble. The scene of gunfire and bullets made the calm captain nervous and confused. Kevin and the other two security officers were no better.

The combat effectiveness of the professional soldiers is much stronger than that of them. Most of the zombies shot fell under the gun of Tom and his team members. A dozen corpses of zombies have fallen down on the way from the warehouse to here, but more and more zombies are pouring up from behind.

The four corpses at the entrance of the warehouse have been gnawed away, and the zombies whose faces are covered with soldiers' blood still seem unsatisfied. The fresh flesh and blood makes them more crazy. These zombies stand up from the ground and join the zombie army rushing towards Tom and them.

"Boom," a grenade exploded among the corpses, and Jason came with support.

"Where are the Rodrigues?" Jason roared. His voice drowned out the explosion and gunfire. "Why didn't they warn on the walkie talkie?"

"They are dead, Major," Tom sighed with relief when he saw Jason bringing reinforcements. "Nobody expected so many zombies to appear suddenly."

"Shit," Jason was already filled with anger when he heard that he had lost four brothers in a short time. He took out a grenade, pulled out the fuse and threw it out. "Give me more firepower."

Tom and several other soldiers also began to throw grenades at the corpses, and the explosion was heard in the farm, which alarmed more zombies around. The supporting team had to assign people to fill the defense gap in other directions, and the shortage of staff in the team was exposed at this time.

"Don't let them get close to the truck," Jason shouted. "Elvis, take your team over and guard the truck for me."

"Ben, Jeremy, Bobby, come with me." Elvis beckoned to several brothers beside him, and the four men rushed to the truck to occupy a favorable defensive position there.

"It felt like TMD was ambushed." Tom saw a zombie's head was lifted off in the sight glass, and he pointed the gun at the next target. "There are so many zombies hidden in such a remote place."

"There will only be more in the town," Jason pulled down an empty cartridge and replaced it with a new one. After throwing the grenade just now, the flames at the muzzle of his gun never stopped.

"Major, we must get rid of the zombies in front of us as soon as possible." Tom looked around and found that zombies appeared in all directions. "Only by getting rid of them can we draw out our hands to deal with the enemies in other directions."

"Then try again, boys." Jason simply took up his gun and stopped aiming and switched to strafing. In this way, although the hit rate will decrease, the coverage area of fire will increase when the fire speed rises.

"Shit, I finally killed one." Thompson's heart was slightly excited. He finally broke the neck of a zombie in the shooting just now. The head of the zombie rolled down from the neck, and his body fell to the ground feebly.

After calming down, the cowboy quickly beheaded the second zombie.

"This guy did a good job," Tom said to Jason. "It's a soldier's material."

"Well," Jason answered noncommittally, still concentrating on the zombie in front of him.

"How are they, Doctor?" Jason asked.

"I left them in the car," Tom said. "It's not time for them to pick up weapons."

"Everybody back," Jason continued shooting with a gun in one hand, and picked up the walkie talkie in the other. "Everybody narrowed the defense circle around the truck."

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"Yes, we will return immediately."

The scattered gunshots around began to move towards the location of the truck, and figures in camouflage uniforms emerged from several different directions around. They ran towards the truck while cleaning up the zombies they met along the way.

"Cowboy, cover them," Tom shouted at Thompson.

"Well," Thompson turned the muzzle of his gun around and began to cover the soldiers who had withdrawn.

The last zombie in front fell less than three meters away from Jason. Looking around, the road from the warehouse to here was covered with corpses. The soil on the road was dyed black brown by the blood of the zombies, and the air was full of fishy smell.

Everyone's feet were covered with empty shells, and some of them had been stepped into the soil.

"Tom, take two people to check the situation in the warehouse," Jason shouted to the soldiers around. "The others and I are here in the truck."

"Cowboy, come with me," Tom patted Thompson on the shoulder and called on another soldier to walk towards the warehouse.

They carefully bypassed the corpses on the ground, and were wary of the undead zombies suddenly rushing to bite people.

The door of the warehouse was open, and the wooden door was covered with scarlet blood. There were no corpses of Rodriguez and his team members on the ground. Some broken camouflage cloth pieces were scattered nearby, several guns stained with blood were dropped on the ground, and a shiny cylindrical metal object attracted Tom's eyes.

Tom went to pick it up and found it was just a flashlight, which he also had on his own. Tom threw the flashlight aside and took Thompson and Tracy into the warehouse.

The space in the warehouse is very large. In the middle of the warehouse are several extinguished fires, each with a pot of spoiled food. There are traces of people lying on the rice bags and haystacks around, and there are strong traces of life in this warehouse.

Tom watched carefully. When they came to the warehouse, the light began to dim. Tom and Tracy took out their flashlights and installed them on the barrel.

The light lit up the front view. The three men found that there was plenty of food inside. Along the wall, they also found a water pipe that was connected from the outside.

Tom followed the pipe to the pool. He turned on the tap on the top, and saw water spray from inside.

The battle just now made the smell of gunsmoke in the farm very strong. Tom felt his throat dry. He stretched out his hands and took a handful of water under the tap, ready to take a drink first, and then wash his face.

When his hand reached his mouth, he was pulled. Tom looked back and found that it was Thompson standing behind him.

"What's the matter?" Tom asked.

"I think something is wrong. You'd better not touch anything here," Thompson said. "Including the water flowing out of the pipe."

Although Tom's face was puzzled, he still poured the water in his hands into the pool, and he had developed a trust in the cowboy.

The three men searched the warehouse and found no survivors or potential threats. After they got out of the warehouse, they circled around it and began to check the surroundings.

Thompson came to the back of the warehouse. He saw a well there. A pipe was sticking out of the metal box beside the well and into the warehouse. This should be the pipe connected to the pool just seen in it, Thompson thought to himself. He walked over and found that the plank covered by the well was broken.

"Tom, Tracy," Thompson shouted, "something's happening here."

Tom and Tracy came from nearby after hearing the cry. They saw Thompson standing next to a metal box.

"Is that it?" Tom asked, pointing to the metal box.

"No, this is just a pressurizer," Thompson said, pointing to the cover above the well. "There is a piece of broken water here. You'd better take a look at the bottom."

Tom lifted the lid of the well, and the sound from the top came to the bottom of the well. Then Tom heard the sound of water splashing from below.

"There is something under the well," Tom said in a deep voice. He shone his flashlight in and found that there seemed to be a person floating in the water at the bottom of the well.

After seeing the situation clearly, Tom took a breath of cold air, and a chill rose from behind, making his hair stand up.

"FUCK, there is a zombie in the water at the bottom of the well," Tom said to Thompson and Tracy. He thought that he almost drank the well water in the warehouse just now. Fortunately, Thompson stopped him in time.

"Thank you for saving me, cowboy," Tom gave Thompson a grateful look.

"Ah, did I save you just now?" Thompson hasn't responded yet.

"Yes, people in the warehouse should have taken refuge in it before. A zombie accidentally fell into the well and damaged the water source, causing the survivors to be infected after using the well water." Tom gave his analysis.

"I see." Both Thompson and Tracy understood.

The three men were ready to return to the truck. When they left, Tom took out his last grenade and threw it into the well.

At the same time of the explosion behind them, a column of water rose from the well, and some broken human tissues mixed with water drops fell on the surrounding open space.

"What happened to the explosion just now?" Jason saw the three returning people and asked them.

"The water source of the warehouse is polluted. These zombies are all survivors who hid in the warehouse before," Tom said, pointing to the corpses along the road. "They used the contaminated well water in the warehouse, and everyone was infected."

Jason took a deep breath and felt bitter in his heart. The news Tom brought back made him very depressed: a zombie fell into a well, and the water in it was polluted. Dozens of survivors hiding in the warehouse drank the polluted well water, and all of them changed into zombies. Finally, their four brothers died in their hands.

"What the hell is this?" Jason cursed. "Only movies can do this."