My Wife is About to Unleash Her Ultimate Move

At this point, the law enforcement team still hadn't decided whether to go down for the rescue.

According to reports from students who escaped, the area below the sixth floor is occupied by a large number of White Walkers. Based on this intelligence, the number is estimated to be over ten thousand, and law enforcement officers will suffer heavy casualties.

Whether it's worth it for law enforcement officers who have lost their senses to save ordinary pig farming students is a question.

The most disgusting thing is that after searching for a long time, the students had already been eaten.

Captain Zhao Hu frowned as he looked at the structural drawings of Building No. 9 with his subordinates.

"What did they say?" the lieutenant asked.

"The governor instructed us to make our own decision based on the actual situation," Zhao Hu replied heavily.

This statement means that, regardless of whether he is a student or a team member who died, he is basically out of a job.

The captain of the law enforcement team earns 80,000 yuan a month and can still take care of his family, making it a high-paying and lucrative job.

"Boss, don't you understand what the governor means? He means don't save them. Let's wait for the earth-type ability user."

"There are thousands of students and staff in Building 9. If the Empire holds us accountable, I'll be the scapegoat."

"If you go to rescue them, you'll still offend the governor, and many of your brothers will die."

Zhao Hu scratched his head anxiously, "But protecting the people of Jiangling is a duty entrusted to us by the empire!"

Just then, a black figure plummeted from a thousand meters in the sky and landed steadily on the roof.

Fang Dalong hurriedly went to greet her, "Ye Rou, what brings you here?"

Ye Rou ran 30 kilometers, not in the mood for small talk; she had come to rescue her husband.

"Were Yang Ding's class assigned to Building 9?"

"Yes."

"Which floor is he on?"

"It should be on the seventh floor."

"Seven...who the hell assigned my husband to the seventh floor?" Ye Rou exclaimed, her voice trembling. "It must be that bastard Xiang Bin."

The lower the floor, the closer to the White Walkers, and the more difficult it is to rescue them.

"How many people did you send down?" she pressed.

"It's not decided yet."

"Still haven't decided?" Ye Rou asked anxiously, glancing at her watch. "It's been two hours since this happened."

"Hmm, more or less."

She pushed Fang Dalong aside and walked towards Captain Zhao Hu.

Ye Rou has recently become a big celebrity in Jiangling City, and Zhao Hu naturally knows her as well.

"Instructor Ye, what brings you here?"

"My husband is downstairs, why haven't they sent anyone yet?"

"There may be over ten thousand White Walkers below."

"Then you should go down even sooner; there are thousands of you."

"I dare not make a decision on my own without orders from my superiors."

"I'll go down and lead the charge, while your people will cover the rear and be responsible for evacuating the students, how about that?" Ye Rou asked.

"this……"

"If there is any danger, retreat immediately."

Apart from a few major generals, almost none of the martial artists in the enforcement team had the fifth rank cultivation level; those with higher cultivation levels had all gone to the Northern Great Wall.

Most of the lower-ranking team members are first-rank, and those who reach the second rank are second lieutenants, who can then become captains.

Even Captain Zhao Hu was only at the second-grade upper realm, and these people naturally couldn't compare to Ye Rou's courage.

Ye Rou said angrily, "Lieutenant Zhao, your situation couldn't be worse than it is now. You were put here to protect the farm, so you have to do something, right?"

"I must consult the Governor."

"You can ask for permission later, I'll go down myself."

"Instructor Ye, it's too dangerous for you to go down alone. If something happens, I won't be able to handle it."

"I want to go down, can you stop me?"

Ye Rou was anxious to save her husband, so she flashed through the door on the rooftop and went inside.

As a lowly soldier, Fang Dalong had little say and cautiously approached Zhao Hu.

"Captain, she's at the mid-fifth rank. These aliens are nothing but radishes in front of her. Let's follow behind and try to rescue some students. Maybe we can get less punishment."

These words woke Zhao Hu up. "That's right, groups one through three, stick close to me, or you won't be able to keep up later."

……

Inside the tool shed, the blocked doors and windows remained sturdy, but the solid walls were starting to give way.

Thousands of White Walkers clung to the entire wall, frantically scratching at it with their claws—something they excelled at.

Judging by the sound, the entire wall will soon be hollowed out.

There were two hundred people crammed inside, with nowhere to hide.

Ordinary people today have almost never seen White Walkers, and many have wet their pants in frustration.

The room, which was already poorly ventilated, was filled with the smell of urine.

Everyone's hopes were pinned on Yang Ding.

"What should we do? It looks like we're about to scratch a hole through the wall."

Yang Ding didn't know what to do either; who knew those law enforcement teams would be so cowardly.

It seems that Zhou Ruoxi, this beautiful but dead warlord, really doesn't care much about the lives of ordinary people. Now he can only rely on the power of the masses.

He drew his sword and walked toward the wall.

"What do you mean, what should we do? Of course, we should pick up weapons and fight back! Are we just going to sit here and wait for those monsters to come and eat us?"

"How can we fight the White Walkers if we haven't awakened?"

"If you can pick up a shovel, you can kill the White Walkers; if you don't resist, you're doomed. You must take control of your own destiny."

Just then, a sharp claw pierced through the wall and grabbed at Yang Ding's back.

He turned abruptly, first severing the White Walker's arm, then thrusting his sword into its head.

The White Walker, its snake-like tongue lolling out, hissed in pain.

Yang Ding picked up the smooth, pale arm. "That's all. Pregnant women, step back. Everyone else, regardless of gender, step forward."

Hu Feng, who was considered the most cowardly by everyone, nodded and stood up, gripping the iron shovel.

"Yang Ding is right, we're all going to die anyway."

One hundred men, each holding a different kind of ironware, stood behind Yang Ding.

Just as the wall began to shake, Yang Ding suddenly roared and used all his cultivation to slam into the wall.

"Charge with me!"

The wall collapsed outwards, scaring the Others away. Yang Ding seized the opportunity to kill five of them.

Hu Feng, who was behind him, also stabbed one of them to death with a long iron shovel.

A brave female student, wielding a butcher's knife, was also fighting hard against the White Walkers. When she wasn't careful, her legs were pierced by sharp claws, and she was dragged into the horde of ghosts.

"Yang Ding, save me!"

Yang Ding brandished the black gold sword with his left hand and tried to pull her wrist back with his right, but all that was left was half of her fair arm.

The girl was dragged into the White Walkers and devoured, her shrill screams echoing throughout the pigsty.

Hu Feng pointed behind Yang Ding, "So many...so many!"

Yang Ding looked back and saw a sea of ​​white pigs in the sty, probably numbering over a thousand. Hearing human voices, they rushed over, laughing excitedly.

"Holy crap, I'm doomed this time."

A loud bang.

A piece of ceiling suddenly fell from the 40th floor, measuring 20 to 30 square meters, killing more than a dozen White Walkers.

Ye Rou descended from the ceiling, sweeping her spear and killing more than a dozen more.

"Honey, I'm about to unleash my ultimate move—I'll make your classmate kneel down."

As Yang Ding slayed the White Walkers, he shouted, "My wife is here! My wife is about to unleash a powerful attack! Get down, all of you get down!"

As he spoke, he lay down on the ground, and the people behind him followed suit.

Ye Rou gripped the butt of the gun in her right hand, spun 360 degrees on the spot, and a sharp burst of gun energy swept across.

The Otherworldly being that rushed up to Yang Ding suddenly had its head fall to the ground, its fangs landing squarely on his head.

Yang Ding, rubbing his head, witnessed a horrifying scene.

A thousand White Walkers had their heads chopped off at the same time, lying on the ground in a white mass.

"So my wife is not only good at close combat, but she can also project her gun energy?"

Ye Rou, propped up by her spear, hopped and skipped over the corpses of the Otherworlders, afraid of slipping and spilling her juices all over the ground—it was so slippery!

"Where's my husband? Where's my husband? Is he hurt?"