Fate
"W-What do we do? Back up! They're coming over—reverse! Reverse!"
Trapped inside the bus, with a mass of corpses closing in from all sides, the visual impact and pressure were immense.
Ootani, whose nerves were in the worst state, hurriedly cried out in panic.
Even Tokugawa, who was relatively composed, had gone pale. He then said in a trembling voice,
"C-Could you give me a gun? Shooting is one of my hobbies too. There's strength in numbers right now, and it looks like you have spare guns..."
"Huh? So you know you're only an amateur..."
Xu Yue pulled out an M16, checked it, and loaded a magazine.
"I'm a professional."
Rat-a-tat-tat~
He extended the gun out the window and pulled the trigger without the slightest hesitation, pouring bullets into the nearby corpses.
The impact had already drawn their attention, so it no longer mattered whether the gunshots attracted them or not. Maybe it would draw more from farther away, but as long as he cleared this area before then, it would be fine!
He truly never missed. Every bullet was guaranteed to bring down at least one corpse!
One burst took down two, even three—it was a common sight.
The penetrating power of an assault rifle made that easy.
As they watched the corpses fall like wheat before a scythe, everyone on the bus stared in utter shock.
"Isn't it just a matter of burning through bullets? I could do that too."
Watching the M16 spit flames, Ootani's face was full of envy and jealousy.
In times like these, with a weapon like that, he could truly get anything he wanted!
Power, women, food—everything.
"Shut up!"
Tokugawa practically sprayed Ootani's face with spit.
That idiot had never even touched a gun. Even if he got one, he probably couldn't