Chapter 886: Chapter 632: Food Processing Plant, Remember Your Helmet (Part 2)

So Old Lv and the others came along to clear out the zombies inside and also to help transport things.

Seeing Old Lv and the others go in, He Chao and the rest didn’t enter with them. They weren’t fully equipped with professional armor and anti-explosion suits, so they decided to wait until Old Lv and the others finished cleaning up before going in.

After entering, Old Lv and Lao Xie first arrived at the factory’s hall.

Though it was quite dim, it was visible to the naked eye that there were no leaks in this hall.

"Everyone be careful, pair up in twos, spread out and check for zombies inside," Old Lv instructed the team members.

A total of twenty people were divided into ten groups.

This building has five floors. Although not very tall, it occupies a large area.

About three thousand square meters.

Old Lv held a flashlight and, along with a teammate, went to the right corridor.

They pushed open several workshop doors, but no zombies were found inside.

Moreover, under the light, Old Lv could see the equipment, somewhat outdated and rusty, but still relatively intact.

Lao Xie and a teammate went to the left.

The first floor on the left side of the factory building is the cafeteria.

There was no door, but as they approached, they found the pipes above the cafeteria leaking water, drip-drip-drip.

The tables and chairs below, corroded by water, were in a state of disrepair.

Suddenly.

With a thud, a board fell to the ground on Lao Xie’s left back side.

The loud noise startled Lao Xie.

Instinctively turning to look, he saw a board had fallen to the ground, which relieved him greatly.

Thankfully, it was just a board.

Originally searching in this dark and vast cafeteria, they were on edge; such incidents could easily scare people.

Usually joyful and smiling, Lao Xie’s face was now serious and focused.

Due to the large area of the cafeteria, there were a total of four people in two groups searching this area.

The ceiling pipes were scattered everywhere, dripping water.

Drip~ drip~

Lao Xie searched and walked behind a pillar, the light illuminating the food counter as the flashlight swept over it.

He was about to look elsewhere when a tremendous force rushed at him, knocking him to the ground.

Bang!

Lao Xie was knocked to the ground completely.

Roar roar roar—

A decayed zombie face was directly in Lao Xie’s face, trying to bite him.

A large, smelly mouth, with fangs dripping black viscous slime.

Lao Xie watched in horror as the stinking slime dripped onto his fully enclosed helmet, a surge of immense anger rising within him.

Damn it! So damn disgusting. If he hadn’t put the helmet down just now, this damn zombie’s saliva would’ve gotten in his mouth.

He tried to use his waist strength to push the zombie off.

Being tackled to the ground by a zombie, dragged around, was damaging to his reputation as Lao Xie.

But alas, he couldn’t move it.

The zombie desperately tried to tear into Lao Xie’s chest, but all it found was the well-protected anti-explosion suit.

It repeatedly head-butted Lao Xie’s helmet, making a thudding sound.

Lao Xie tried hard but couldn’t push it away; his hand instantly reached for his thigh, ready to pull out a dagger and stab the zombie.

At that moment, the teammate with him saw this scene.

Immediately rushing over, spear in hand aimed at the zombie’s head.

Quickly, accurately, and fiercely, it was stabbed down.

Splurt—

The zombie’s head was pierced directly, but not through, or it would have hit Lao Xie.

Hey oh!

Lao Xie forcefully pushed the zombie corpse off him.

Having been pinned by the zombie was quite constraining.

His helmet was splattered with several drops of slime, but showed no signs of breaking.

Kidding me, this is military-grade anti-explosion headgear, not so easily broken by a zombie’s headbutt.

But it still left Lao Xie with lingering fear.

It was so dangerous; if he hadn’t been wearing the anti-explosion suit and helmet, he might not have made it today.

A teammate came over, using one hand to help Lao Xie up: "Brother Xie, are you okay?"

Lao Xie gasped heavily a few times, shining his flashlight on the zombie, angrily kicking it twice.

Seeing this nearly 1.9-meter-tall and over 250-pound fat zombie, he complained, "Damn, almost got caught off guard. Little Ouyang, don’t tell others, it’s too embarrassing, this zombie was so damn heavy.

Luckily, I was wearing the full gear Director Li gave us, or I would’ve been in trouble just now."

Little Ouyang fully agreed.

They weren’t afraid of visible zombies; they feared entering a pitch-black place, where something might suddenly leap out.

If knocked down, it became a huge problem.

So, when searching, they’d at least pair up, keeping within five meters of each other for mutual assistance.

If one of them got knocked down by a zombie, the other could help or call other groups for aid more easily.

The commotion quickly drew another group of teammates.

"Brother Xie, we just heard zombie noises here, are you guys okay?"

Lao Xie shook his head and said, "It’s all fine. There was a zombie, see, just that one on the ground. Thankfully, Ouyang came in time.

Also, don’t stray too far from each other. What Director Li taught us in training is really useful. And make sure to secure your anti-explosion suit and helmet visor, don’t take it lightly."