Marching on the empty street, the fifteen-member-team with rifles in hand fired continuously, killing the zombies on the street. The rifles they possessed were installed with silencers and the bullets only made short and low sounds. The zombies didn't even fully comprehend the situation before being gunned down.
The scattered civilians who thought they were the F army waved their hands in search of help. But the civilians clearly didn't realize that their uniforms didn't belong to any country and the badges on their shoulders didn't distinguish their identity at all.
Zombies and civilians were all part of their kill list.
"People who don't take the 'mint' will get affected?" Ladisiv killed a civilian with his hands raised while running at him. He asked Giles with a coldblooded voice.
