Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Second floor, meeting point.

All players participating in this God of War game have arrived.

"Ten minutes are up, let's go."

Li Hu stood by the glass railing on the second floor, looking down at the mall lobby below.

Ten minutes later, chaos suddenly erupted in the crowd. Passersby who were walking normally suddenly turned violent and attacked people.

In an instant, screams erupted downstairs as several men in suits were tackled to the ground and a group of customers swarmed toward the exit.

The newly mutated zombies, with dark red viscous fluid dripping from their mouths, staggered and lunged at the normal people around them who were still screaming and running away.

"Are we really not going to wait for them?" Nurse Su Wan's voice was tinged with reluctance.

The boy named Lu Ze and his quiet cousin had only known each other for a dozen minutes, but she felt guilty about leaving him like that.

"What are you waiting for? We've already done more than enough by waiting until the last second, right, Tiger?"

Zhang Cheng keenly noticed the impatience on Li Hu's face and spoke for him before he could even open his mouth.

Li Hu gave him an approving glance and let out a soft "hmm" through his nose, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"Where do we hide next? The entire second floor is so big."

Lin Xingyu had no qualms about abandoning his teammates; as long as he, the protagonist, could survive, that was all that mattered.

"There's an internet cafe deep in the corridor, let's go there."

While the others were scavenging for supplies, Li Hu had already thoroughly explored the layout of the second floor.

The reason I chose an internet cafe is because it's daytime now, and there aren't many people in internet cafes.

Unlike regular internet cafes, internet cafes are equipped with shower rooms, rest areas, water bars, and light meal areas in addition to computers.

These supplies and living facilities are enough to help them get through the most dangerous days.

The others naturally had no objections.

They silently followed Li Hu through the corridor and stopped in front of a frosted glass door with the words "Extreme Speed ​​Internet Cafe" printed on it.

Li Hu looked inside through the glass door.

The internet cafe was dimly lit, with only a few monitors still on.

The network administrator and several customers had mutated and were wandering aimlessly in the corridor, their pale faces appearing even more terrifying under the light of the screen.

"Zhang Cheng, did you take the knife I told you to take?" Li Hu asked in a low voice.

"Brother Tiger, how about this?"

Zhang Cheng quickly pulled a multi-functional Swiss Army knife from his backpack, the blade gleaming coldly in the dimly lit corridor.

Li Hu looked at the small knife Zhang Cheng handed him, the blade of which was less than ten centimeters long, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

This knife can't even pierce a zombie's skull; it's more like it's for peeling fruit.

Asking him to use this knife to fight zombies in close combat is no different from sending him to his death.

With a dark expression, he didn't take the knife, cursing the idiot in his heart, and then reached for the pistol at his waist.

The cool metallic touch gave him some confidence; if he could, he really didn't want to use a gun.

Gunshots will not only attract more zombies, but bullets are also extremely expensive in the God's Shop.

For a novice like him who has only played three games, the cost of bullets is a considerable expense.

Most importantly, when he accepted this tutorial mission, he thought it was just a formality to guide newbies through the process, so he didn't prepare many bullets.

But if they don't clear the zombies out of the internet cafe, they'll have to abandon it and find somewhere else.

But it's too late to find a new place to stay now; the entire mall is practically overrun with zombies.

"Zhang Cheng, go in and lure the zombies to the door. I'll take care of them with my gun," Li Hu said in a commanding tone, as punishment for his incompetence.

You like carrying Swiss Army knives, right? Then go ahead and take one yourself.

"Ah? Brother Tiger! I..." Zhang Cheng was so frightened that his legs trembled on the spot.

He had just witnessed firsthand how terrifying zombies were. Although they moved slowly, they were not afraid of being hit or feeling pain. Only by destroying their heads could they be completely stopped.

He was a programmer who sat in an office all day, and he was in poor health, getting out of breath after running just a few steps. He had no ability to cope at all.

"What? You don't want to?"

Li Hu took a step forward, his burly figure standing in front of Zhang Cheng, blocking the cold light from the corridor's overhead lamp, casting a shadow that enveloped Zhang Cheng entirely.

The standard-issue pistol at his waist gleamed coldly under the light, and Zhang Cheng knew very well that this gun wasn't just for dealing with zombies.

The immense pressure made Zhang Cheng afraid to even raise his head, and he could only respond in a low voice.

"I...go!"

His voice was trembling, but he knew he had no right to bargain.

In this game, might makes right.