"Stop talking nonsense, will you Garrison kill or not?"
Ni Shuiwen stepped forward on behalf of the team, putting on the airs of a big brother.
Zhou Cheng stood erect at the entrance to the safe zone,
"He might not turn into a Zombie, there's a 5% chance he could live."
Everyone accused the Garrison of disregarding human life, but who was truly disregarding it?
Here at the Garrison, at this moment, a 5% chance of survival was not to be given up.
But for other survivors, all they could hear was the overwhelming 95% probability that Wu Guilong would turn into a Zombie.
This probability was as good as a death sentence.
The team members expressed their dissatisfaction one after another.
Ni Shuiwen looked at Zhou Cheng with a cold gaze,
"We can't take this risk, this man must be killed, the Garrison can't just watch while there's a threat among us."
Someone shouted,
"That's right, he was careless and got bitten by his own brother, who knows when he'll turn and bite one of us?"
