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Eamonn was instantly knocked down by Alexander\'s slap. He hurriedly got up from the ground, not even wiping the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Kneeling in front of Alexander, fear appeared on Eamonn\'s face.

"Alexander, I made a mistake because david has someone to help this time. Otherwise, Augustus wouldn\'t have died, and we would have given him a good lesson," Eamonn said tearfully.

This time, only Eamonn returned from their mission. Augustus was killed by Fatso and David inside the Youth Apartments. If Eamonn hadn\'t escaped quickly, he would likely have ended up as a corpse alongside Augustus. The thought of his long-time comrade being killed by David filled Eamonn with anger.

"Help? You mean that chubby Dawn Scavenger?" Alexander asked disdainfully upon hearing Eamonn\'s explanation.

"Yes, yes! It\'s Fatso!" Eamonn quickly nodded in response, fearfully glancing at Alexander, worried that his mistakes would lead to his demise. He hadn\'t successfully completed the mission both times, and he knew that it displeased this influential figure. Especially this time, not only did he fail to hinder David\'s plans, but he also got Augustus involved. Both of them were puppets carefully nurtured by Alexander.

Now, Augustus lost his life before even fulfilling his role as a puppet. For Alexander, it was indeed a loss.

"Hmph! A mere Dawn Scavenger can\'t make any waves. He really thinks highly of himself?" Alexander seemed unbothered by Augustus\'s death and instead displayed contempt towards Fatso.

"Are they still in the Youth Apartments?" Alexander glanced at Eamonn and asked.

"Yes, they said they were going to deal with a ghost zombie there," Eamonn recounted what he had heard. Alexander smiled and nodded. He knew about David\'s actions and naturally knew the crisis he was about to face. He looked at Eamonn again, and the latter trembled in fear, quickly lowering his head.

"It seems like it\'s time to improve you," Alexander said while touching the circular jade pendant at his waist. With a wave of his hand, they both arrived in the courtyard of that desolate place.

"Master, you\'re here!" Two young women greeted them as they arrived at the courtyard entrance. Alexander nodded, then turned his head to look at the place where the two zombies had been tied up before. Seeing it empty, he smiled faintly and led Eamonn inside.

In the Youth Apartments, following David\'s arrangements, everyone armed themselves and gathered at the staircase leading to the fifth floor. Fatso stood at the front, carrying the heavy machine gun, while Arnold stood next to him with an AK rifle. Even Duke, who was injured, persisted with an angry face as he held a submachine gun, while the others also held their weapons, looking cautious.

David observed the situation upstairs and paused for a moment before whispering, "Go!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Fatso shouted loudly, "You little pups! I\'m here to give you a gift! Face my judgment!" He twisted his body and rushed towards the fifth floor. As soon as he reached the staircase, a group of zombies that had been waiting for some time rushed towards him like a tide.

Without hesitation, Fatso decisively pulled the trigger of the heavy machine gun. The gun spat blue flames, and bullets poured out like a storm from the barrel, hitting the zombies and instantly shattering their decaying flesh. They screamed in agony and fell to the ground. More and more zombies surrounded them from all sides, with each room in the apartment filled with a dense group of zombies arranged by the ghost zombie.

Fatso marched forward with the heavy machine gun, exuding an imposing aura of invincibility. "All of you shall die! Hahaha! It\'s so satisfying!"Fatso became increasingly crazy, and the zombies before him suffered the consequences.

David and the others followed behind Fatso, continuously pulling the trigger on scattered zombies. The team\'s coordination quickly cleared about half of the zombies. By this time, the number of zombies had gradually decreased, and they seemed intimidated by the demonic presence of Fatso, who appeared as if he had come straight from hell. They stood in place, angrily watching him, but none dared to take a step forward.

"You there! Come on, come over!" Fatso taunted the zombies with one finger. The ghost zombie on the tenth floor was slightly annoyed, and the next moment, he clenched his fist tightly in the air. A sinister wind rushed towards the fifth floor, swirling in place, and more and more zombies appeared before Fatso and David.

David knew that the ghost zombie must have used some means again. But instead of showing any fear, Fatso laughed and shook his head, revealing a ferocious smile on his face.

David instantly knew what this guy was planning and could only helplessly smile. Fatso reached into his pocket, pulling out a high-explosive grenade.

"Enjoy a little treat!" Fatso said, pulling the pin of the grenade and forcefully tossing it into the midst of the zombie group.

"Fatso, are you crazy? Everyone, get back!" Arnold shouted, his whole body shuddering, quickly urging everyone to retreat. High-explosive grenades were not only immensely powerful, capable of blasting through cement walls, but their shockwaves could also leave them with ringing ears. In the moment Fatso threw the grenade, he immediately turned and took cover in a corner, but his face still displayed an ecstatic expression.

A thunderous sound erupted from the other end of the corridor. The whole apartment seemed to tremble, and the sound of shattered windows reverberated. After the shockwave passed, David looked again at the group of zombies and found that they had been blown into pieces by the high-explosive grenade. Not a single zombie was left standing. It was evident that the crisis on the fifth floor had been resolved.

Arnold shook his head and approached Fatso, loudly saying, "Fatso, you\'re reckless! You should go first!" He didn\'t want to be accidentally harmed by Fatso in this situation.

Fatso looked at Arnold, feeling a buzzing sensation in his ears. He shouted back, "What? "