Infinite Ebullience-Chapter 46 - 29 Three Days
46: Chapter 29: Three Days
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On the fourth day in Los Angeles, everyone finally enjoyed a hot, delicious lunch.
The bald man, toothpick in mouth, lay on the sofa, patting his full stomach, and asked Tang Zheng about the next task.
“Clear all the zombies from each suite to ensure there are multiple hideouts.
I will get some rope from the backyard warehouse to make simple rope ladders and, through the window railings, connect the upper and lower floors.” Tang Zheng was sitting next to a tea table, holding a marker pen, and drawing on a piece of white paper.
“Not bad, so we won’t be cornered in a suite like last time.” Cheng Chen’s eyes lit up and she quickly praised the idea, “It seems we picked a good group leader.”
The crowd nodded, even Zhao Jingye had to admit that Tang Zheng was really good at handling these thorny problems and he always came up with unexpected solutions and strategies.
“Then go to the power distribution room to ensure that the generator can run normally after the city’s power failure and has enough diesel reserves.” Tang Zheng glanced at the sunlight outside the window and said, “The power distribution room is not a priority, let’s arrange the [escape routes] first, lest we are caught unawares if the Nazi zombies appear tonight.”
A busy and intense afternoon, no one dared to rest.
Under the threat of the shadow of death, they were all working hard.
Pang Meiqin, surprisingly skilled at cooking, was in charge of dinner.
However, everyone lost their appetites as midnight approached.
Everyone grouped up in the living room, frequently glancing at the clock on the wall.
“Confirm the room numbers again, don’t panic and run into the wrong room.
Cheng Chen, you report.” Tang Zheng was familiarizing himself with the firearms, this time it was an M4A1 which he disassembled and assembled under Lin Weiguo’s guidance.
“1108, 1008, 908, 808, then rooms 807, 707, 607 opposite.” Cheng Chen was familiar with the rooms as they were the ones they had made rope ladders for.
“These rooms are closer to the elevator, the Nazi zombies cannot use the elevator, it’s ok to hide in there if necessary.
Of course, this is not really recommended— if they accidentally press the elevator button, it will open the elevator door.” Tang Zheng continued to explain cautionary notes to them.
“One must be extraordinarily unlucky for a zombie to accidentally open the elevator door.” The bald man joked, but no one responded.
“We don’t have enough time today to do more than this.
From tomorrow, we must continue—we must ensure there are at least three escape rope ladders on each floor.” Tang Zheng looked around the living room and said, “Everyone did well today, you deserve praise.
And remember, don’t think about slacking—everyone is watching you.”
“Little Tang, give everyone a grenade.
If we encounter a crisis, we may be able to use it to buy some time and save a life.” Qin Yan suggested, looking out for the stewardesses.
“You don’t know how to use them, it’s a waste if you have them.” The bald man was dissatisfied.
He had many grenades but didn’t want to hand them over publicly.
This weapon was powerful, and having a few more for self-defense was certainly not wrong.
“There are fourteen people here.
Zhao Jingye has 12 grenades and the bald man has 16.
Each of you keep four and hand the rest over.
Give the stewardesses one each, the maintenance workers Kang Songde gets one too.
Then give Lin Weiguo and Qin Yan four each.
Ah, there’s one extra—give that to Lin Weiguo.”
“Why, why can you get away without handing over a single grenade?
As far as I know, you killed two Nazi zombie squads alone, a total of 22 people, each carrying four grenades— that’s over 80.
Plus the ones Li Xinlan recovered from room 602 for you, there must be at least 10.
Even if you used a dozen freeing the kitchen and destroying the tank zombie, you still have over 60.
Why should we give up ours when you have the most?
This isn’t fair!” The bald man snapped, sitting upright, protesting loudly.
Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention.
Pang Meiqin and Cheng Chen stared wide-eyed at Tang Zheng, once again shocked by the horrific figures.
During their last punishment period, apart from him, it seemed that no one had killed even a single Nazi zombie.
Well, maybe Lin Weiguo had a few to his name, but with such modest achievements compared to Tang Zheng, he seemed rather pitiful.
“You certainly know your numbers, you must have been good at maths.
If I’m not mistaken, the origin of those grenades were the man Tang Zheng killed.” Zhou Zhou interrupted the bald man with a dismissive look, leaving him unable to retort.
“If you two don’t agree, get your own weapon ammunition supplies in the future.” Tang Zheng only said one sentence, hitting on the bald man and Zhao Jingye’s weakness.
With no choice, the two had no other means of getting weapons, so they begrudgingly complied.
After all, they didn’t want to face the zombies empty-handed.
So, unwillingly, they went to their bedroom, grabbed their grenade bags and tossed them into the living room.
Without the need for any beckoning, the flight attendants had already started distributing items on their own.
Kang Songde subtly nudged the maintenance worker beside him, who, after a moment’s hesitation, spoke up.
“Why do Kang Songde and I only get one grenade?”
“Even if we gave you more, would you be able to use them?
If you dare to be a bait and lead the way, you’ll get four each.” Tang Zheng looked towards the maintenance worker, who instantly avoided his gaze.
He didn’t have the guts.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, you’ve received your grenades, but please note, don’t use them recklessly unless it’s a critical moment.
We still have eleven more days to get through.” Tang Zheng swept over everyone’s eyes, warning, “otherwise, next time you won’t receive any supplies, and won’t be able to grab anything.”
After this interlude, it was almost midnight.
Including Tang Zheng, everyone was on high alert, their gaze sticking to the clock’s second hand on the wall, waiting for the mechanical sound of the Silver Trojan to start.
The dense and oppressive atmosphere was almost suffocating, and the moment the clock struck twelve, everyone jumped up, holding their guns at the ready, starting to look around for any sign of where the Nazi zombies might have been teleported from.
But nothing happened.
Five minutes passed, and the entire building was still quiet, seemingly asleep in the middle of the night.
“Are they not coming?” The bald man muttered quietly, “The punishment squad can’t be coming every day, or else how are we supposed to survive?”
“Why don’t you go out and see for yourself?” Lin Weiguo teased, which riled Wu Xudong into retorting why Lin didn’t go himself.
“Alright, I’ll go.” Having said that, the former Southern Sword went to the door and stepped out into the hallway.
“You all wait here, I’ll go to the security room and check the monitors.” Tang Zheng didn’t want to wait any longer.
If it weren’t for the absence of rope ladders in the security room, he would’ve directly set up there, “But since the Silver Trojan hasn’t said a word, we should be safe tonight.”
Until the rising sun, the punishment squad did not teleport over.
Qin Yan guessed that they may only appear in multiples of three, so the next time they’ll appear would be at midnight six days later, which everyone agreed with.
Sure enough, the fifth night passed calmly.
And with the increase of the number of rope ladders, connecting more floors and rooms, everyone felt more at ease.
As long as they weren’t incredibly unlucky, hiding for half an hour wasn’t a problem at all.
On the sixth day, most of the zombies in the hotel had been killed, and there were no signs of aggression or evolution from the zombies on the street.
They continued to wander aimlessly.
So, everyone suddenly had some downtime.
Pang Meiqin commented that it was a pretty good trip to Los Angeles, of course, it would have been perfect if they could sunbathe on the beach and surf.
However, the idle flight attendants soon found another form of entertainment: searching the suites for items from after 2011 to pack into their travel bags, intending to take them back to the real world.
The bald maintenance worker and even Zhao Jingye joined in soon after.
No one could resist money.
Findng heaps of US dollars was the bald man’s favorite thing.
Every time he found some ‘Franklins’, he would be jubilant and boast about it everywhere.
Tang Zheng suddenly thought of a problem.
If these banknotes were printed after 2011, would they be considered counterfeit money when they return to the real world?
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