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Stepping out of the intersection, Zheng Yifan lightly pulled the trigger on his Machine Gun, unleashing a Bullet Curtain that poured down upon the Zombies, tearing them apart completely. He had never tested the weapon's power before; the Hope Gathering Place was not equipped to modify such a formidable weapon into a Psychic Weapon. Despite the availability of Missiles, the ammunition and power supply for the Machine Gun in Zheng Yifan's hands were difficult to manage. The lightest bullets required an incredibly high production speed, with a firing rate exceeding ten thousand rounds per minute—something no ordinary factory could easily achieve due to exorbitant costs.
Using the current Superpowered Individual bullets had already inflated prices beyond comprehension, and Zheng Yifan simply could not afford them.
However, in Deep City, he faced no such troubles. The Weapon Cache was filled with unused weapons that he originally intended to bring back to the real world for the safety of his subordinates. Now, they were finally useful.
The sound of tearing fabric echoed with wild lethality as it ripped through the Zombies. There was no need to aim; as long as he hit his target, dozens of bullets struck simultaneously, pulling and shredding the Zombies apart.
The fierce sound naturally drew attention from those inside, but most notably, it provoked a reaction from the Zombies. The rapid gunfire caused them to turn and charge toward Zheng Yifan, but it was utterly ineffective. Alone and armed, Zheng Yifan possessed unparalleled combat strength. The Machine Gun in his hands showed no signs of stopping; countless Zombies vanished from his sight. Gradually, he pushed into the heart of the Zombie horde, continuously firing at them.
Zheng Yifan found joy reminiscent of playing shooting games in an arcade, every violent instinct within him awakened.
He joined in the frenzied barrage.
Hit! Hit! All hits—his gun never missed a shot, clearing a wide path through the Zombie crowd. He surged forward toward a group of Survivors—only about a dozen of them—dressed in tattered clothing and armed with Submachine Guns and handguns. They were fighting their way backward toward a Supermarket while being pursued by Zombies. It was clear that the supermarket had yet to be breached; through its transparent glass, he could see two Zombies wandering inside amidst scattered goods.
It seemed their goal was those supplies.
Zheng Yifan wondered how they had attracted so many Zombies. They were desperately resisting, hoping to retreat into the supermarket where they could survive for some time before figuring out how to escape back to their homes.
However, Zheng Yifan was clearly different; his combat prowess surpassed any normal understanding. Now, his Machine Gun erupted like fireworks among the Zombies, continuously pushing them back. Countless Zombies fell on the spot, leaving behind pools of blood that seeped into the ground. Without any plants around, this liquid would penetrate the soil, awaiting the birth of Mutated Plants or nourishing the earth.
"Hold on up ahead! I'm coming to save you!" Zheng Yifan shouted loudly as he continued firing his Machine Gun for several minutes. The muzzle had turned completely red from heat, and bullets had become stray rounds; the rifling was nearly worn smooth. His formidable combat power relied on exhausting the machine itself; Zheng Yifan needed to replace his barrel soon. In just a few minutes, this situation arose primarily due to his relentless operation. Normally, after just a few dozen seconds of fighting, one would need to pause for a moment and change barrels; yet Zheng Yifan had not stopped at all—he was merely draining the life out of his weapon's barrel.
However, it didn't matter; the horde of Zombies was completely around Zheng Yifan, allowing him to shoot without restraint. As long as he wasn't shooting into the air, it was almost certain that he could take down those Zombies.
"Who! Who is coming to rescue us! Hurry over, there are Second-Level Zombies mixed in with the horde! Help!" Several people in the crowd shouted loudly, hoping for someone to save them. It didn't matter who it was, as long as they could keep them alive. Everything else was irrelevant.
The bullets from Zheng Yifan's charge had already made them feel a sudden drop in pressure, and the accuracy of their weapons had improved significantly. The surrounding Zombies were starting to close in, but the arrival of reinforcements brought a change—bullets became the most lethal force, raining down on the Zombie horde and nearly wiping them out.
They could slaughter the Zombies at will, only occasionally needing to work together to take down a Second-Level Zombie.
Now, their defensive range had shrunk to about ten meters. They feared it wouldn't hold for long.
The main issue was that their ammunition was running low. Even though they had acquired plenty of weaponry, it consumed bullets too quickly during combat. If they had infinite bullets, humanity would be invincible in Deep City.
The Zombies relied on sheer numbers and overwhelming strength, while humanity depended on its intelligence and weaponry.
It was an age-old truth: the Second Vitality Era was the era of weapons. Zheng Yifan's frantic gunfire had cleared a large area around him, with bullets propelling forward and continuously pushing back the Zombies.
Zheng Yifan moved forward, and the warriors beside him were also striving to retreat.
As the pressure eased, the battle became much easier. In the fight against the Zombies, Zheng Yifan led from the front with his Machine Gun sweeping through, forcing back the Zombies.
Two Second-Level Zombies clearly noticed Zheng Yifan's movements and began closing in through the horde. Just as Zheng Yifan was about to join up with others, one of the Second-Level Zombies suddenly leaped forward with incredible speed; to ordinary eyes, it appeared like a flash of lightning—gone in an instant.
However, to Zheng Yifan, it seemed like slow motion, presenting no real challenge at all.
The muzzle slightly lifted as the trigger was pressed firmly. Bullets shot out rapidly; there was little difference between the Second-Level Zombie and the Ordinary Zombie. They lacked strong defenses, and ordinary bullets were enough to tear them apart.
The bullets pierced through their bodies like a tailor's scissors, ripping their flesh bit by bit. In just a second of assault, hundreds of bullets struck them, shredding their bodies into pieces before they could even reach Zheng Yifan.
"These fools dare to target me; they're truly seeking death!" Zheng Yifan waved two Machine Guns casually, quietly storing them in his Storage Space when no one was watching. Two more Machine Guns reappeared in his hands.
These were already standard weapons. In Deep City, there were likely plenty in stock. (To be continued)
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