Rebirth in the Apocalypse: I Have Unlimited Warehouse Space-Chapter 13 - : Fierce Battle

Boom!

The explosion of the grenade resounded throughout the apartment building, and the flash of the blast briefly illuminated the interior. A few cannon - fodder, struck by shrapnel, let out pitiful screams.

The blast, which rang out in the night, caused zombies within a ten - kilometer radius to rush towards the building.

In the darkness, three distinct, partially - evolved zombies charged like tigers, dashing towards the apartment building.

On the lowest floor of the building, upon hearing the explosion, William immediately shouted, "Up, up, up! If you kill the enemy, everyone will become a formal member of the manor!"

"Think of the delicious food, think of your families!"

The cannon - fodder, momentarily startled by the grenade, were now spurred on by William's words and immediately charged upward, screaming wildly.

Gunfire continued to echo through the night.

Clove, carrying an assault rifle, made his way down the stairs. When he saw a figure in his line of sight, he immediately pulled the trigger. The bullet flew out of the chamber and precisely hit the target in the forehead.

Below, more and more people rushed upward.

"I see him! The enemy is alone!" someone shouted loudly.

At the turn of the stairs on the ninth floor, Clove sneered and casually took a grenade from his space and threw it down.

Three seconds later, the grenade exploded as expected.

Amidst the explosion, Clove leaped down and charged into the crowd. Bullets rained down like a storm, continuously spraying in all directions.

With a body that exceeded human limits, Clove's control abilities and neural reactions were enhanced. He didn't even need to aim; just by holding his gun and pulling the trigger, the bullets would precisely hit the enemies' brains.

In an instant, all twenty - odd cannon - fodder gathered on the ninth floor were dead.

Meanwhile, the group rushing up from the eighth floor saw this and let out a terrified screech. "He killed everyone upstairs!"

Clove waved at them and tossed another grenade.

"Run!" Another grenade flew out. Under the pressure of the grenades and the brutal reality of death, the cannon - fodder finally panicked.

The speed at which they had rushed upwards moments ago now matched their eagerness to retreat.

William, who had just reached the third floor, tried to stop them, raising his rifle to force them back up.

"That thing... it's a monster! He killed so many people alone!"

"Did you see how he fired without even aiming?" The cannon - fodder who had seen Clove shoot were shouting in fear.

William ignored their fearful shouts. His face stern, he coldly said, "Now, I'm giving you all one last chance—go up and kill the enemy!"

"Or you'll be killed by us!"

"But don't forget, your families are still in the manor!"

"I'm telling you now, even if you die here, your families will be taken care of. But if you eat our food and then turn into deserters, you'll realize that there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!"

Threats, death, food, families.

These words, mixed with fear, managed to steady the cannon - fodder. The braver and smarter ones rushed into the rooms, waiting for the enemy to reveal himself in their gun sights.

Meanwhile, those completely controlled by fear and with no sense of strategy charged up recklessly.

"Ugh, these people are useless!" William complained.

Lange shook his head and said to the twenty or so who hadn't left the third floor yet, "Your mission now is to guard the main entrance of the building. Do not let a single zombie get inside."

"If you can't complete this task, you can leave now, and don't even think about seeing your families again."

Having said that, Lange glanced at William, as if implying that cannon - fodder should be used this way, not just thrown away to die.

William laughed heartily. "You should've said that sooner."

He turned to face his team and said, "Alright, brothers, the cannon - fodder isn't up to the task. Looks like even as a death squad, we're useless. Now, it's our turn!"

"The usual deal—if anyone dies, the living take care of their families."

"Let's attack!"

With those words, the ten - man squad formed two lines and advanced slowly.

At the back, Lange turned to glance outside and murmured to himself, "Tonight, no one is leaving this apartment."

"Everyone will die."

On the seventh floor, Clove cautiously stepped down the stairs, taking his time.

He had thought that he could wipe out these clearly untrained individuals in one go, but to his surprise, they were practically persuaded to their deaths with just a few words. This only further confirmed how advantageous it was to have a secure base outside the city.

Unlike the frantic people rushing upstairs below, Clove remained calm and methodically cleared each floor. Only when he was sure that no enemies remained did he move down to the next level.

On the sixth floor, a cannon - fodder hiding in a wardrobe, upon hearing the footsteps, immediately opened the door and began shooting wildly.

With his superior physical abilities, Clove's speed in battle was beyond what these people could understand. Every time a gun was aimed at him, he had already moved to a new position in the blink of an eye.

At that very moment, the cannon - fodder could only see a blur in front of him and fired instinctively, while Clove's gun was already trained on his head.

The cannon - fodder, staring into the muzzle of the gun, instinctively muttered, "No..."

Clove waved his hand at him and said, "The sooner you die, the sooner you'll go to heaven... though, it might be hell instead."

Bang!

The gunshot echoed, and the spent shell casings clattered to the floor with a sharp metallic sound.

Downstairs, on the fifth floor.

William heard no movement from upstairs and quietly signaled to his team, making a discreet hand gesture. His team - members quickly hid inside the rooms and downstairs, waiting for William's command to emerge and open fire.

Above, upon hearing the silence from below, Clove let out a soft laugh. Without any fear, he continued descending.

When he reached the fifth floor, a loud shout suddenly rang out.

"Attack!"

In an instant, someone poked their head out from the fourth - floor staircase and began shooting wildly.

People from the two rooms on either side also stuck their heads out and fired continuously.

But the moment the gunshots rang out, Clove's figure had already disappeared.

"Stop! Where is he? Who hit him?" William shouted loudly from the right - side room.

The left - side room was silent.

Clove had his gun aimed at two mercenaries and gave them a brief nod, signaling them to speak.

The mercenaries, with guns trained on them, immediately said, "Captain, he's on our side. His speed is too fast. We can't even hit him."

"Also, he's pointing his gun at us."

"I think we've been captured by him."

Before the words had even fully left their mouths, Clove pulled the trigger and instantly killed both of them.

The smell of gunpowder from the muzzle spread throughout the building.

The gunfire ceased, and Clove stood at the door, facing the opposite side, and said, "I know who you are."

"A group of mercenaries who will take on any mission, all for the sake of profit. But now that it's the apocalypse, do you still take your job so seriously?"

"Quincy's old bastard can't pay you anymore, and besides, money is just paper now."

William, hiding behind the wall, licked his lips. "But he has food, and he has a mansion, a place that's safe."

"Do me a favor," he continued, his voice lowering. "Give them a clean death. Also, if you surrender, I can promise not to kill that bitch Linda. When I report to Quincy, I'll say she was killed in action."

Clove stepped forward, his figure flashing like lightning, and charged into the room. "Who gave you the confidence to think you could win against me?"

Gunfire rang out suddenly, then stopped just as quickly.

Clove blew the smoke from the barrel of his gun and looked at the stunned William. "See? You couldn't even aim at me."

"And I could walk right up to you, point my gun at your head, and shoot you, one by one."

"Now, kneel down. If you tell me everything I want to know, I might consider giving you a quick death."

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William, fully aware of the saying "to the victor belong the spoils," saw his team wiped out in mere minutes and realized he no longer had any will to resist. Dejected, he threw his weapon to the ground, knelt with a thud, and said, "You have the ability. Whatever you say is right."

"The speed you've shown... it's beyond what any human should be able to do. I just hope you don't destroy the mansion."

Clove smiled. "Even if that mansion has the best weapons and the strongest defenses, in this apocalypse, it won't last three months."

"I just want to know, does Quincy's mansion have anything that might interest me? For example, a machine lathe?"