Doomsday: with unlimited warehouse system

The man watched as only one or two of his comrades moved things out, and he shouted in frustration, "Damn it! Hurry up, all of you!" If these ten boxes of weaponry were burned, he wouldn't know how to explain it to the boss when he returned.

But why hadn't the boss returned at this time? Just as he was thinking, someone ran up from downstairs, their face covered in blood, and shouted at the man, "N... Not good! The zombies are charging in!"

The man's heart trembled. "Damn it, they chose this time to come!" After a brief hesitation, he said to the people nearby, "You must move the things out."

Then he turned to the man who had delivered the message. "You come with me, we'll stop the zombies!" After saying that, the man quickly ran downstairs. The man who delivered the message hesitated for a moment, unable to say what he wanted to say. Once the two men left, David, who had been hiding nearby, had a sudden idea and came out. "I'll help!"

He said loudly, and as his hand lightly touched one of the boxes of weaponry that had been moved out, his consciousness shifted, and it instantly stored the items in his space. Even if he walked directly away now, no one would notice. Moreover, he had only run over, right?

[You have obtained one box of weaponry. 100,000x Critical Strike in effect! ]

[Congratulations, you have obtained 100,000 boxes of weaponry! ]

Listening to the system's prompts, he became even more excited. It was just based on the number of boxes; he hadn't seen what was inside yet. With this 100,000x Critical Strike, he wondered how much he would ultimately gain.

Ignoring the flames around him, David rushed in directly. In the first second of entering the room, as soon as he touched a box of weaponry, it was instantly stored in his space. As the people in the room rushed out, David quickly stored the second and third boxes in his space.

"Brother, are you okay?" The man who had just rushed in saw David standing still and asked with concern.

David lowered his head and said softly, "I'm fine."

He was about to die of happiness. As soon as these three boxes of weaponry entered his space, they instantly turned into 300,000 boxes of weaponry!

"That's good then. These flames are really strange; not even water can put them out." The man spoke while picking up a box of weaponry in front of him. He looked at the boxes in the room and expressed doubt.

"We've already moved so many boxes, I don't know why they're still rushing us." Watching the man run out, David silently stored another box of weaponry in his space, and then moved one out.

David placed the weaponry on the ground and casually stored another box in his space. Arnold, who was nearby, had already noticed all of David's actions, and he couldn't help but twitch his mouth. "David, aren't you afraid of being discovered with such blatant actions?"

In this back and forth, David had already stored six boxes of weaponry in his space. The remaining four boxes had also been completely moved out by them.

"Weren't there supposed to be ten boxes? Why are there only four?"

"Yeah, what's going on?"

"How is it possible that there are only four boxes when the flames didn't even reach the boxes inside?"

"Maybe they're still inside. Hurry and go in and find them, or the boss will kill us!"

Just as everyone was puzzled, the person who delivered the message from downstairs rushed up. "Quick! Go down quickly." Before he could finish speaking, the messenger's face suddenly changed, and his neck made a cracking sound. The next moment, he turned into a zombie!

"Damn it!" With a curse and a bang, someone holding a gun blew off the zombie's head. The crystallized object on the zombie's forehead fell off, and the person who fired the gun picked it up and called out to his comrades behind him, "Don't bother with the remaining six boxes, go down and help!"

With that, David pretended to follow them downstairs, but instead, he walked at the back of the group and stored all four remaining boxes in his space!

[You have obtained four boxes of weaponry. 100,000x Critical Strike in effect! ]

[Congratulations, you have obtained 400,000 boxes of weaponry! ]

Listening to the system's voice, David was very satisfied. He, along with Arnold and Little Black, arrived at the door of Room 303. As the door was opened, David raised his hand, and his small knife immediately blocked the incoming attack. The young man recognized David and quickly withdrew his hand. "Are you here to rescue us?"

David didn't answer his question but looked at the girl lying quietly on the bed. The girl was wearing a white dress and was bound by chains, looking very disheveled. David raised his hand, and the chains around the girl's wrists and ankles were instantly undone. "Put them on and let's leave quickly."

With such a commotion, the downstairs area was already filled with zombies. Moreover, it was nighttime, and the sound of people being killed by zombies downstairs would attract even more zombies. It wouldn't be long before no one downstairs would be alive. The young man lifted the girl and followed behind David and the others.

As soon as they reached the stairway door, they encountered several zombies head-on. Little Black opened its mouth, and the zombies were instantly turned to ashes. Taking advantage of this opportunity, David summoned a vehicle and sat in the driver's seat.

Arnold quickly opened the vehicle and jumped in. "Kid, give me your hand!" He reached out his hand to the young man. Biting his lip, the young man held the girl around the waist with one hand and grabbed Arnold's hand with the other, using the leverage to jump onto the vehicle.

At that moment, dozens of zombies swarmed in. The car windows were quickly closed, and numerous zombies pounded on the windows frantically. Sitting in the driver's seat, David couldn't see anything in front of him.

"Hold on tight!" David shouted, pulling the handbrake and pressing the accelerator to the maximum. The next moment, the car rushed out at top speed.

Outside, a man who was fighting the zombies suddenly turned his head and came face-to-face with the car that had just driven out. His eyes brightened, thinking the car would stop. But it didn't. Before he could say anything, the car ran over him.

"David, there seemed to be a living person standing in front just now," Arnold looked back. He saw numerous zombies gathered in the spot where the car had run over someone, burying their heads to feed on something. David glanced at the rearview mirror indifferently without answering.

At this moment, he didn't care whether they were living or dead. In the back seat, the young man held the girl. However, the girl's eyes had remained closed ever since they left the bed.

"Kid, How's your girlfriend...?" Arnold glanced at the girl in the young man's arms and asked casually.

Upon hearing Arnold's words, the young man clenched his fist secretly, then relaxed it. "She's fine."

Arnold nodded without asking further. David, sitting in the driver's seat, silently watched it all.