Headshot

Shang Jiudi's mouth hung open, unable to close. She blinked hard, the scene too unreal to slow her racing heart for a long time.

Eighteen, who had been clinging to Chu Han's shoulder, was completely stunned. She was still young, and looking at the mangled zombies all around, having escaped death's grasp, her eyes welled up with tears.

Ye Tianlong's sneer froze on his face. How was this possible! Wasn't this kid supposed to be exhausted?!

Chen Shaoye spat viciously. Damn, the boss is truly amazing!

Standing in the corner, trying to be inconspicuous, Zhang Ziyu and Gu Xiaotong both looked shocked and confused. If meeting Chu Han in Mingqiu City four days ago had already been incredible, then the strength Chu Han displayed today, and his hours-long battle against the zombie horde, was beyond their wildest imagination, as if they were dreaming!

Is this really Chu Han? He's so unfamiliar!

Chu Han continued to hack at the zombies, further raising the fortress of corpses in front of him. The sounds of zombie heads exploding echoed continuously.

It was like countless pustules, violently burst and splattered open.

Shang Jiudi was the first to react, her gun steady as she aimed at Ye Tianlong and his group. Her expression was ferocious; she desperately wanted to kill them!

Chen Shaoye stood between Chu Han and Ye Tianlong's group, his expression defensive.

Ye Tianlong was completely intimidated by Chu Han's speed and decisiveness from before and couldn't react for a moment. By the time he came to his senses, Shang Jiudi's gun was already aimed at him. Although Eighteen's gun was in his hand and loaded, this was his first time handling a real firearm, and he was at a complete disadvantage. He knew roughly how to use it, but he didn't dare to move rashly, fearing that if he fired, the stunning woman opposite him would shoot him.

His gun barrel moved, finally aiming at Chu Han, who was busy chopping zombies.

Shang Jiudi gritted her teeth, her finger moving slowly, tense.

The two sides were at a standoff, on the verge of conflict.

The other survivors scattered far away, whispering to each other in small groups.

Chu Han's gaze remained unnervingly calm, the muscles in his face taut with concentration. His iron axe swung continuously until the zombies' corpses completely blocked the stairs, preventing more from entering for the moment. Only then did he stop.

He let out a heavy breath, wiping the filth from his face fiercely, before finally turning his gaze to Ye Tianlong.

"I'll say it," Ye Tianlong said, tightly gripping the assault rifle he'd taken from Eighteen. Mimicking Shang Jiudi's stance, he aimed the gun at Chu Han. "I'll say, we don't need to be like this, do we? With so many zombies."

Eighteen stood beside Chu Han with her head lowered, silent.

Chen Shaoye's sweat soaked his entire body. He stared intently at Ye Tianlong, at the gun aimed at Chu Han, its muzzle a dark void.

"What do you want?" Chu Han stared at Ye Tianlong, tilting his head indifferently. He was at the first tier of physical ability, but he still couldn't dodge bullets.

"To survive, of course!" Ye Tianlong declared fiercely.

"Just behave yourself," Chu Han's voice was calm, but it carried a strange, dangerous undertone.

The whispering crowd around them immediately fell silent. The zombies behind the blockage of corpses stirred excitedly, emitting terrifying sounds of cannibalistic churning. In the already silent space, these sounds were exceptionally clear, as if biting into one's own flesh.

Chen Shaoye hadn't expected Chu Han to save Eighteen just now, as if he had foreseen it. Otherwise, who could react so quickly?

But now that Chu Han was speaking with such a dangerous tone, others might not understand, but Chen Shaoye did. He trembled, the fat on his face quivering desperately.

Ye Tianlong's eyes widened, bloodshot and filled with a demonic ferocity. "You have guns, but so do I. Don't move, or none of us will make it out alive!"

What angered Ye Tianlong the most, making him want to vomit blood, was Chu Han's nonchalant attitude and casual words, as if he were speaking to insignificant trash posing no threat.

Neither side backed down, as if sparks were flying between them.

The atmosphere remained frozen for a good ten seconds.

Ye Tianlong suddenly let out a sinister laugh, raising his arm slightly, pointing the muzzle at the ceiling above Chu Han's head.

"Is this how you use it?"

BANG—

A gunshot rang out unexpectedly!

Chu Han felt a gust of wind graze past him. A small, dark hole appeared on the back wall.

Ye Tianlong's marksmanship was terrible. He intended to intimidate Chu Han but missed, the bullet grazing Chen Shaoye before embedding itself in the wall. Blood instantly gushed from Chen Shaoye's arm, staining the ground red.

"Ah—"

Many people cried out.

"Heh!" Ye Tianlong laughed arrogantly. "The recoil is huge! Hahaha!"

Chen Shaoye was almost paralyzed with fear. Piercing pain shot from his arm, and he had lost so much blood, he didn't know how severe the wound was.

Shang Jiudi's forehead was covered in sweat. She gritted her teeth!

BANG—

A bullet whizzed and embedded itself in Ye Tianlong's kneecap, splattering blood instantly!

"Ah—" Ye Tianlong screamed, crashing to the ground with a thud.

Blood spurted from his left leg, the scarlet color continuously assaulting Ye Tianlong's nerves. His knee was shattered!

"I'll kill you all!"

Anger, killing intent, and brutality instantly consumed Ye Tianlong's entire mind.

"Die!" He suddenly aimed the muzzle at Chu Han and the others, firing wildly!

BANG BANG BANG—

Bullets flew out in a dense volley, and the fear of death returned!

"Ah!"

"Help!"

The survivors scrambled everywhere, terrified out of their wits.

There was a gun, and it fired! The shot wasn't aimed at a zombie, but Ye Tianlong was actually trying to kill someone!

"Get down!"

Chu Han commanded. Chen Shaoye, ignoring the pain, rolled several times on the ground. Eighteen, agile, had already hidden behind a cabinet!

Chu Han, however, didn't choose to dodge the bullet. Instead, he lunged at Shang Jiudi, pinning her beneath him. Ignoring the stimulating sensation from the woman's curves under him, he snatched the gun from Shang Jiudi's hand.

There was no time to aim; everything depended on whether his body could awaken the shooting skills honed over ten years in his past life!

Pfft—

A single shot.

The sound of the assault rifle's burst fire abruptly stopped.

Bang!

Ye Tianlong's tall body suddenly collapsed, his head hitting the ground heavily. Soon, crimson blood flowed out, soaking a large area of the ground.

He was dead.

Shot in the head.

The second floor of the rest stop was deathly silent. Everyone dared not speak, only the heavy sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

Who exactly was this person named Chu Han?

How could he have hit Ye Tianlong's head in such a dangerous situation?

A headshot wasn't as simple as just saying it!

Thanks to Meng Douzi for the reward!!