After the two left that building, the zombies seemed to lose their target and gradually settled down.
The zombies on the street below also dispersed in all directions.
Without external influence, these zombies did not gather together but were evenly distributed on the street.
Su Changxing leaned against the window, saw the scene below, slightly sighed in relief, and said, "It's a good thing this building didn't collapse. If it did, the loud noise would probably attract more zombies."
"Crack, crack~"
Jin sat on the ground, fiddling with Su Changxing's silver pistol, seemingly studying its structure, and said absentmindedly, "No matter how many come, we kill them all."
Su Changxing thought for a moment and said, "You'd better not take it apart. It's not an ordinary pistol."
"Oh."
Jin, who was about to move, pouted, stopped his hand, tossed the pistol back to Su Changxing, and spread his hands, saying, "Take a look at this."
