Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system-Chapter 224 Ten Minutes Were Simply Not Enough

"How about it?" David also noticed Charles's unusual behavior at the first moment, but now his biggest concern was whether the method to crack the domain of the ghost zombies could be traced back.

Charles took a deep breath and finally spoke, "I have traced the method to crack the domain." As soon as these words came out, excitement filled everyone's faces. Once they found the method to crack it, each of them could unleash their own abilities, and that would be devastating for the monsters on the floors above.

"That's great! I can't wait to beat that guy to a pulp!" Arnold clenched his fist, seemingly unable to hold back his desire to confront the ghost zombie. It wasn't just him; others felt the same. After all, they had been suppressed by the ghost zombie's domain for too long, and now that they had found an opportunity, they wouldn't let him succeed so easily. ｂｅ𝚍𝚗𝚘ｖｅ𝚕．ｃ𝚘𝚖

"But..." Charles looked at the crowd and continued, "The ghost zombie is too powerful. During the tracing process just now, he launched a psychic attack on me. With my current strength, I can only keep the domain closed for ten minutes. After ten minutes, I'll be powerless." Charles said, feeling somewhat guilty as he lowered his head.

That's also why Charles came in sweating and weak. During the tracing, just as he was about to get close to the truth, the psychic attack that the ghost zombie had set in advance suddenly infiltrated Charles's mind, causing him to lose focus and be unable to continue the tracing. It was only by gritting his teeth and resisting the psychic attack that he managed to obtain the method to crack the domain, but it came at the cost of consuming his own powers and stamina. Charles's words made everyone's expressions serious again.

David nodded and looked at Charles. He knew that Charles's level was below that of the ghost zombie, and being able to buy them ten minutes was already his limit.

"You've done well. Ten minutes are enough," David said, lifting his head and looking towards the stairwell, a faint smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

However, Fatso shook his head at this moment, "We are currently on the fourth floor, and there are six more floors waiting for us. The ghost zombie has certainly filled those six floors with powerful zombies. Ten minutes... I'm afraid we won't even make it to the first floor."

Fatso's concern was valid. They had just fought a family of three on the fourth floor for more than twenty minutes. What about the zombies on the fifth and sixth floors? According to what the ghost zombie had said earlier, they would be even stronger, causing them even more trouble. So, in Fatso's view, ten minutes were simply not enough.

Not just Fatso, the rest of the team felt the same. They all felt the time was too short, and they might not even make it to the sixth floor. But they had no other option, and the atmosphere in the hallway froze once again.

Seeing everyone's expressions, David smiled and said, "Don't worry, ten minutes are already enough for us."

But Fatso spoke up again, "Even if we can reach the tenth floor in ten minutes, what do we do when facing the ghost zombie? It would still be in vain, and I don't want to be beaten up right in front of him."

Fatso shook his head, seemingly not fully agreeing with David's perspective. The other members of the Ember Squad heard David saying this once again and looked at him with anticipation, waiting for his decision. After all, Fatso had only just started interacting with David, so it was natural for him to have doubts. Now, everyone was eager to know what David had in mind.

David smiled again and pulled out the Desert Eagle from his pocket. "What if we have this?" David placed the Desert Eagle in front of Fatso.

Fatso glanced at it and continued shaking his head, "This gun is indeed powerful, but we still have six floors to go."

"How about this?" David quietly took out an UMP45 from the system's storage. Fatso was stunned, looking at David, wondering where this guy was getting all these weapons from.

"And if this doesn't work, what about this?" David brought out an AK rifle.

"Wow! This..." Fatso was dumbfounded. But David didn't stop there; he turned around and brought out a heavy machine gun.

"What about this, along with everything else?" David looked at Fatso with a smile, leaving Fatso completely astonished! In the blink of an eye, David had brought out so many weapons? He even managed to get his hands on a heavy machine gun, which was only given to those deemed worthy by the system. This was like a human moving arsenal!

Fatso's eyes widened as he looked at the row of weapons in front of him Desert Eagle, UMP45, AK47, and even a few high-explosive grenades! Fatso couldn't help but gulp, realizing that any of these weapons would be highly sought after during the apocalypse due to their immense power. They could easily kill any zombie below Level 3 by hitting them in the forehead and piercing through their brainstem. Even some Level 5 or below espers would need to be on high alert when facing these high-powered firearms.

At this moment, Fatso finally understood why the Desert Eagle he had been coveting was considered the most basic weapon in David's hands.He couldn't resist reaching out and touching the heavy machine gun, overwhelmed with excitement.

"With one weapon each, we'll be able to kill all the low-level zombies on each floor. That way, we won't waste any time. We'll give all ten minutes to the ghost zombie. Even if we can't kill it, it will naturally release the domain," David said, listening to the chaotic footsteps upstairs, deducing that the ghost zombie must have summoned a large number of low-level zombies to surround and attack them, which led him to propose this plan. After all, the narrow apartment hallway was the perfect place for low-level zombies to attack.

In David's view, since they couldn't use their abilities, they had no choice but to rely on these formidable weapons. Under normal circumstances, David wouldn't bring out these weapons. But he felt that the ghost zombie needed a lesson. Injure his team members right in front of him? And issue threats?

David was determined to make him realize that arrogance comes with a price. When the team heard David's plan, their spirits lifted once again.

"No problem! I think this plan is feasible! I'll give them a taste of my firepower! I'll lead the way!" Before the others could pick up their weapons, Fatso was already excitedly hugging the heavy machine gun. He even stuffed two high-explosive grenades into his pocket and wrapped a two-meter-long bullet belt around his waist. At the same time, he also placed the Desert Eagle on his waist.

"How do I look? Don't I look awesome?" Fatso proudly asked, holding the heavy machine gun, while the rest of the team looked at his heavily armed appearance, their mouths twitching. David also couldn't help but look at him with a mix of amusement and helplessness. Soon, everyone had their weapons ready.

Only Mandy, Cola, and Little Black followed David without any weapons in hand. David nodded and led everyone upstairs.