In fact, while they were talking, Yu Wenxuan stood not far away, with his hands in his pockets and a relaxed expression on his face.
The two intelligence group members didn't dare to provoke him directly but were observing his reaction.
"Can't you talk some sense? We're on a mission out here!"
Zhang Yu said, holding back his anger and very annoyed.
Bitter Gourd Face grunted: "The mission to search for weapons and ammunition? Hasn't it been completed?"
"I fucking want to keep searching; what's it to you? You've got time to pick a fight, why don't you go kill a few dozen zombies! Do you know how many of us died this time? You information group people have it the easiest…"
The more Zhang Yu listened, the angrier he got. Although he was cautious because of concerns in his heart, he couldn't help but be sarcastic.
