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The man beside him had already begun to prepare for shooting. Although he hadn't actually pulled the trigger, he was calculating a series of data: wind speed, wind direction, and humidity. These were typically figures used by snipers, but now this Fellow was employing them in the city.
Mercenaries were indeed quite skilled at training talent; there were many true experts among them. Using a sniper rifle was almost a required course. While one person in the team was proficient, everyone else had to be capable as well. In special situations, even if a shot missed, they could follow up with another. With a dozen people shooting together, someone was bound to hit the target.
Zheng Yifan, however, wasn't concerned with all those complicated calculations. His current use of firearms relied on his sixth sense; his body naturally attuned to the environment. He instinctively knew where the bullet would go, without any deviation.
His shooting had reached a near-artistic level, making it easy to take down the Fellow beside him. Yet he sought a challenge—a higher difficulty. Simply shooting wasn't enough to satisfy him; he aimed for more outrageous goals, such as...
A headshot with every bullet.
Not merely choosing another target after the recoil but controlling his aim precisely on the desired target.
This was yet another challenge. For Zheng Yifan, playing these games was quite effortless, but others were different—they only needed to shred their targets with bullets. As long as a Zombie fell and turned into goo, its penetration power would increase.
A single bullet didn't necessarily need to be a headshot; it could pass through the target and hit the Zombie behind it, typically stopping between the third and fourth Zombies unless it struck a major bone.
Thus, they paid close attention to where their bullets landed during attacks, keeping them within a certain range. They also needed to stabilize their guns to avoid shooting too high and ensure muzzle accuracy to prevent hitting the ground.
Since they were firing almost level shots without many elevated positions, they only needed to eliminate the Zombies in front of them.
There weren't even trenches; their cover was practically useless because Zombies weren't deterred by barriers—they weren't human. Even in close combat, humans would be at a disadvantage.
So they could only rely on overwhelming Thermal Power to take down the Zombies.
Gradually, as more Zombies approached, they had begun to recover their movement speed after the initial phase.
It was not the slow transformation of becoming a Zombie, but rather a lightness and joy that indicated they had adapted to their Zombie bodies.
They began to attack frantically, targeting Zheng Yifan and his group. As they approached, they realized that the blood on the ground was not from their intended victims, prompting them to continue their pursuit of fresh blood until they discovered new human scents. And there were quite a few of them.
Moreover, they could smell even richer blood.
Behind Zheng Yifan and his companions were several barrels of fresh blood, sourced from humans and obtained from a blood bank. Originally intended for use in hospitals, it was now released to attract Zombies.
The Zombies were nearly driven mad; they were exceptionally sensitive to human blood. It was like comparing a lavish Michelin Five-Star Feast to a bland bowl of Rice Porridge.
While both could fill their stomachs, it was clear that the former was far more enticing.
The Zombies went wild. They quickly adapted to their bodies; Zombies were creatures capable of rapid evolution. When sufficient Vital Energy was available, they would choose to ascend to a higher form of Zombie. However, in the current reality, Vital Energy was scarce, leaving no room for evolution. Thus, they channeled their potential into transformation.
They made themselves faster and stronger.
They learned to glide briefly and adapted to aquatic environments.
They were constantly changing, yet people remained unaware. They naively believed that Zombies would always be this way.
They had not yet entered the Apocalyptic World; perhaps there were still a few months left. Zheng Yifan was uncertain because they were currently in Temporal Turbulence, and no one knew if Earth would encounter a Singularity that could transport them elsewhere—either closer or farther away. Zheng Yifan hoped for the latter.
"Open fire!" Suddenly, the Acting Commander issued the order, signaling the official start of battle.
"Hey! Cuties, it's time for a little lesson!" A burly man beside him chuckled as he began to pull the trigger with his right hand. Judging by his demeanor, he was undoubtedly among the elite; his breathing was steady, his body stable, and his hands strong. After pulling the trigger, he did not forcefully brace against the recoil of the firearm.
He adapted his body to the firearms, allowing the weapons to sway within his control as he moved.
As the bullets were fired, Zheng Yifan recognized his own strength; it was truly formidable. Out of every two shots, one would nearly hit the head, and almost every four or five shots would result in a headshot. His bullet utilization was high, not blindly pursuing headshots at the expense of killing Zombies, after all, he still had a mission. His shooting targets were kept low, using the final recoil to adjust the bullets to their standard positions before pulling the trigger. There would then be a brief pause of a few tenths of a second, allowing his Muzzle to return to its previous position.
It was like a machine, an infinite cycle.
Beside him, Zheng Yifan received the Signal and naturally began shooting as well. However, he was different; he possessed boundless strength and formidable Superpower. He even started channeling his Vital Energy and Superpower into his weapons, creating a strong adhesive effect with his Eternal Vital Energy that nearly eliminated recoil. This allowed for easy aiming and adjustment of bullet trajectories.
Have you ever experienced the feeling of firing with no recoil? It meant that while shooting, there was no fear of the weapon veering off course, nor any worry that after tightening the trigger, the Muzzle would stray into another universe.
All the warriors operated their Machine Guns on tripods, beginning to fire continuously. No one held down the trigger without pause; otherwise, their bullets would fly upwards. If such a situation arose, those in higher ranks would not hesitate to send them a burly man—one who had originally been locked away in prison—to teach them a lesson.
The only exception might be Zheng Yifan, as he had no such worries; instead, he was the most accurate and even more frenzied.
He lightly squeezed the trigger, blowing apart the head of a pretentious scoundrel in front of him before starting a mad flurry of shots.
His right index finger never left the trigger; once pressed down, bullets pierced through Zombie skulls. After each shot, he adjusted and fired again from the Muzzle.
The adjustment time was within 0.00001 seconds, hardly affecting his shooting. (To be continued...)
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