Chapter 50

Hearing Havlow stop the car, Fat Li opened the door and was about to get out when Havlow immediately called him back.

"Take this."

Havlow handed Fat Li something that looked like a shotgun.

"It's a survival flare gun, just got it from that store. You should find it useful. It works just like fireworks."

Fat Li took the flare gun from Havlow and thanked him.

"Listen, I'll wait here for you. If things get out of hand, come back quickly. You have to stay alive to save them, right?" Havlow was genuinely worried that Fat Li might get too excited and rush back into the horde of zombies.

Fat Li nodded at Havlow, crouched down, and jogged back to the intersection, peeking out to take a look.

Almost half the street was occupied by zombies, with the pharmacy and the restaurant across from it completely blocked by them. Zombies were still crawling through the hole in the pharmacy's front door, and he had no idea how Shitao and Alex were doing!

On the other side, although he didn't know which restaurant Yan Zekun and the others were hiding in, the doors of all the restaurants were tightly shut, indicating they were safe for now.

"God bless, I hope Shitao and Alex are okay..." Fat Li took out the flare gun Havlow had given him and prayed.

"How do you plan to distract them?"

Fat Li turned around at the sound of Havlow's voice. Havlow had driven the car to the intersection and was sitting inside, asking Fat Li.

"We can't lead the zombies here. I'll have to fire the flare in the direction you came from, hoping to draw them all there." Fat Li waved the flare gun in his hand and replied.

"Good idea. If I had known they could follow us here, I would have driven around a few more times!" Havlow pounded the steering wheel, frustrated.

Without comforting Havlow, Fat Li quickly examined the flare gun in his hand. It wasn't complicated and should be easy to use.

Fat Li loaded the flare into the gun, aimed at the sky at the other end of Baker Street, and pulled the trigger. With a pop, the flare whistled and shot up into the sky.

When the flare reached its highest point, it burst into a red flame.

The zombies were attracted by the sound of the flare. Whether they were blocking the restaurant doors or trying to enter the pharmacy, they all growled and chased after the flare.

Fat Li put the flare gun back in his bag, held a pistol in one hand and a machete in the other, and quickly rushed out.

"Yan Zekun, Ah Can, Little Hong Kong!"

Fat Li ran to the doors of the restaurants, knocking on each one and calling out.

Suddenly, the door of a Western restaurant opened, and Yan Zekun and the other two, armed with weapons, ran out.

"Are Shitao and Alex with you?" Although he knew the chances were slim, Fat Li still asked.

Seeing Yan Zekun and the others shake their heads, Fat Li hurried to the pharmacy door, with Yan Zekun and the others closely following.

Looking inside, Shit! It was full of zombies!

Hearing Fat Li and the others, the zombies in the pharmacy all crowded to the door, ready to tear them apart. Meanwhile, the distant horde of zombies, having found no food, also heard the commotion and rushed over!

"Damn! Run! Hurry up and run!"

Fat Li didn't hesitate, leading the other three to run quickly to Havlow. Havlow hurriedly opened the car door and started the engine.

Once everyone was in the car, Havlow floored the gas, turned around, and sped away!

The horde of zombies didn't give up, chasing them all the way out of Baker Street before stopping.

Fortunately, they were fast enough. Havlow soon drove a few streets away and stopped on a quiet side road. The area was very quiet, with no zombies, making it relatively safe.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're missing two people, right? In that pharmacy?" Havlow had wanted to congratulate Fat Li on rescuing his friends, but when he looked back, the numbers didn't add up.

"Yes, we have to go back and save Shitao and Alex! Not a single one can be left behind!" Fat Li said firmly, ignoring the terrified Wang Can and Wang Zongze.

Wang Zongze hesitated for a moment but finally nodded in agreement. Wang Can, however, was quite scared.

"Go back? If we go back, we won't come back!" Wang Can said excitedly.

He didn't oppose saving people; he had come out to find medicine for Tony too. But knowing it was a suicide mission and still going ahead, he couldn't do it.

"I don't know what to say." Havlow helplessly pointed in the direction they had come from.

"You all saw the situation there. Hundreds of zombies, do you have a tank or a plane? How are you going to save them? You'll just be going to your deaths!"

"Right, Uncle is right. We should go back to Wonderland quickly!" Wang Can quickly agreed.

"Fat Li is right, we have to go back," Yan Zekun said, lighting a cigarette. "The medicine we need is still there. Without the medicine, Tony is finished."

Seeing Yan Zekun smoking in his car, Havlow couldn't help but frown.

"I won't oppose you saving people, but I won't let you go to your deaths." Havlow said, locking all the car doors.

"Unless your plan convinces me, I won't go back to that hell with you." Havlow then lowered the window a bit, as the car was filled with smoke from Yan Zekun.

"Havlow is right, we should come up with a good plan before going to save them," Wang Zongze supported.

"I also think we should be more cautious, after all, we're risking our lives," Wang Can said, though not as strongly as before.

After all, he and Tony, Shitao, and Alex were just drinking buddies. It was already a lot that he had come this far.

"Alright. We need to distract the zombies first to get into the pharmacy. Havlow, do you have more flares?" Fat Li took out the flare gun from his backpack and asked Havlow.

"If not enough, there are more in the trunk." Havlow handed a row of flares from his bag to Fat Li.

"These are enough. Now, we need to figure out where to lead the zombies. The road we escaped on is definitely occupied by zombies, so we can't go back the same way." Fat Li said, loading a flare into the gun.

"That means the other intersection of Baker Street is safe," Yan Zekun said, throwing the cigarette butt out the window.

"That's not a problem, I can take you there. It's not difficult. By the way, kid, I forgot to mention, I don't like people smoking in my car."

Havlow stopped Yan Zekun from taking out another cigarette.

"This is my car. My territory, my rules."

Hearing Havlow's words, Yan Zekun reluctantly put the half-pack of cigarettes back in his pocket.