Hell Roar was stuck at 20% of third gear, but under Lu Ce's insistence, it began to rise further.
It reached fifty percent!
Yet while it charged, all kinds of crazed patients had already swarmed over him. These completely controlled people hugged Lu Ce around the waist from behind, trying to restrain him with their full body weight.
With every shred of humanity gone and their beastly instincts at their peak, they began attacking with every weapon their bodies could offer. Fangs and claws left all kinds of marks across Lu Ce's body.
Lu Ce had already precisely picked off a third of their total number with single pistol shots. For someone still inexperienced at this kind of thing, that kill rate was no small feat.
By international convention, once a combat unit suffered casualties exceeding one-third, it would generally lose its ability to fight. Its members would become passive, perhaps even mutiny, and could collapse at any moment.
But having been slaughtered like chickens by Lu Ce, losing a third of their number did not shake their resolve in the slightest. They still lunged at him one after another.
He practically had no choice but to kill them!
So, in the end, the strongest fighting force was a group with no self-awareness.
They seemed to think Hell Roar was charging and that this was their chance. They frantically grabbed at Lu Ce's arm.
At least three or four people were clinging to Lu Ce's arm and gnawing at it at once, tearing into him like a pack of wolves devouring meat.
Though he could not use the gun for the moment, Lu Ce still looked thoroughly baffled.
He continued holding Hell Roar in his right hand while his left hand seized someone's head and squeezed hard!
In an instant,