The weather was bright and sunny, with a gentle breeze. After carefully and arduously passing through the last area where zombies were concentrated, Zhang Bing finally saw the destination they had been rushing to.
A two-person-high wall extended to both sides along the checkpoint in and out of City Z. The windows where the staff originally checked the vehicles were filled with middle-aged men wearing heavy protective clothing. They wore masks on their heads and held rifles of uniform specifications in their hands.
Hiding behind a building a little away from the checkpoint, Zhang Bing waved his hand back, signaling everyone not to act rashly.
"What's going on with this wall?" The strong warning brought by the ability made Qi Zhile's hair stand on end for a moment. He quickly rubbed his arms a few times, and then asked Zhang Bing, "Didn't they say that there are no national or civilian organizations in Z City? Who are they?"
Qi Zhile's question was exactly what everyone was wondering. Looking at the several fully armed teams next to the checkpoint and the wall that had cost an unknown amount of manpower and financial resources to build, Zhang Bing pinched his fingers and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
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