The middle-aged man ordered one command after another in an orderly manner, and the people behind him were only responsible for the execution, without a single complaint.
After they were all deployed, the time came to the middle of the night.
The middle-aged man lying on the roof watching the starry sky heard the sound coming from below, spit out the grass he had been biting in his mouth, and jumped directly from the two-story roof.
His feet landed steadily on the ground, and there was no sound except for a little dust.
The moonlight fell on his face like a knife, and the grass in his mouth was particularly obvious.
The middle-aged man reached out and grabbed the grass that had reappeared in his mouth after being thrown out, and then silently tucked his hand back into his trouser pocket.
The corners of his lips hooked slightly, raised his hand and waved at them, and said: "Let's go, let's go now, are the zombies ready?"
"It's all ready." A person behind the middle-aged man stepped forward and nodded to him.
"That's OK." The middle-aged man replied vaguely, and then led the crowd to the gate of the Kyoto base.
These people have been spotted as soon as they appeared where the lights could reach.
The guards on the wall took up the weapons in their hands on alert, and the dark muzzles in the hands of individual people had been aimed at them.
"Who are you? What do you want to do when you come to this place so late?"
It's no wonder that these guards are so alert, because they have never seen anyone dangling outside in the middle of the night.
What's more, these people are still neatly dressed, and they don't seem to be coming over and running.
They all know that although there are many bases in China today, there are still some people who choose not to enter the base, and their own team will start to roam.
But these people don't seem to be the case on the surface.
The middle-aged man raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and looked up at the guard above the city gate with a smile.
"You really guessed it, we are here to find the fault."
The light above the city gate illuminates the middle-aged man's face, and the smile on his face is very strange.
The guards couldn't help but fought a cold war in their hearts.
A guard who was on the edge and hidden in the dark heard something coming from underneath, and silently gave a gesture to the person who was guarding inside.
Ask them to quickly inform the base chief, and then speak again: "We give you a chance to leave here, otherwise don't blame us for being impolite."
His tone was stern, but there was still a hint of tension hidden.
However, the middle-aged man heard it. He raised his lips and smiled, and said, "Oh? Why do you want to be rude to us?"
"Shall I tell you the head of the base? We are not afraid to make this a big deal. We are here to find your base in Kyoto."
"If I can, I want to personally kill your base leader."
The person behind the middle-aged man stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, but the words were full of regret.
You can hear the seriousness of this matter from the words of these people.
The guards above the city gates are basically soldiers who have no awakening ability or ordinary people who have learned to use guns.
If they were to shoot and kill zombies on it, they could do it easily, but now they are normal people outside.
And they still don't know if these people are supernatural beings, and they also have a hunch in their hearts.
They can't beat these people, if they really come to find fault, then they belong to the kind of cannon fodder.
Now they only pray that those who report will be faster.