According to yesterday's observations.
Zhang Cheng realized that the number of thugs was more than he had imagined.
There were 13 thugs with guns.
The rest of the thugs were holding iron rods, batons, and machetes. There were 21 of them.
Moreover, there were six women dressed scantily inside.
Zhang Cheng didn't know that the day before the apocalypse broke out, there happened to be an anti-vice campaign.
Therefore, some of the clients and prostitutes were taken to the police station for detention.
As for their daily routine…
It could not be considered a pattern.
These thugs would clean up the zombies and come out to take a look every two hours.
Make sure the iron door is secure.
As for the search for food, they would come once at noon.
Those who were sent out to look for food did not have guns.
There were people standing guard at night.
However, the guards did not have guns in their hands either.
A thug with a gun obviously had special privileges.
Although they cleaned up the zombies regularly, they never stood guard.
Moreover, they consumed a lot of water and food, but they never came out to look for food.
He would punch and kick people who did not have guns.
The thugs who were responsible for standing guard were obviously cowards.
Frightened by the zombies, she didn't dare to close her eyes the entire night. As soon as there was any movement, she would go in and inform the people in the building.
If Zhang Cheng cut the chain, the person in charge of standing guard would definitely notice and inform all the thugs immediately.
Should he wait a little longer, or should he directly take action?
Zhang Cheng thought about it and decided to wait a little longer.
After all, the other party had many people. If they forced themselves, although they could succeed, they would definitely run out of bullets.
……
At noon the next day, the thugs quickly opened the iron gate and cleared the zombies in the alley, just like yesterday, to clear a path for the car.
The two police cars left a few minutes apart.
This group of thugs was not stupid.
After all, he had rich criminal experience.
At this moment, Zhang Cheng was already on the third floor of a restaurant outside the street, observing the route of the thugs.
The thugs had observed with binoculars. They knew where there were many zombies and where the roads were blocked by cars. Therefore, the routes were fixed and rarely changed unless there was an emergency.
For example, if a large group of zombies blocked the road, they would immediately reverse the car and come back.
Today was no exception. The thugs still focused on the grain and oil stores.
The rice, oil, and flour in the grain and oil store were more conspicuous and easy to move away.
They wouldn't waste too much time on the streets.
Zhang Cheng saw everything.
Seeing that they had moved the rice, flour, and oil into the car, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but mutter,"You'd rather be beaten than go get the wine?”
Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng had an idea. He decided to set a trap for these thugs.
At night, Zhang Cheng moved all the white wine out of several convenience stores and piled it at the entrance of a grain and oil store.
Moreover, they were all placed at the entrance of a grain and oil store.
This grain and oil store was a store that the thugs would definitely pass by on their route.
……
On the third day.
Just like dinner, the thugs quickly opened the iron gate, cleared the zombies, and cleared the bodies to let the police cars pass.
The car in front was in charge of honking to attract the zombies 'attention.
The second car left the alley after a while.
The same route.
In front of a grain and oil store.
The four thugs quickly got out of the car.
However, why was there so much white wine at the entrance of this grain and oil store today?
She remembered that she did not see it yesterday.
However, the thugs could not care less. The four of them had been beaten up badly by Brother Biao recently.
Wasn't it just wine?
Move back today.
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