The Pacific Ocean, Honolulu.
Zi Shu pushed open the resort door, holding an elephant gun in his left hand and a fishing net in his right.
Behind him,
were elite squads from various countries, each equipped with just as much—or more—than he was.
Not far away,
was a large gathering of Seven Deadly Sins patients. But there were only a few here and there, so Zi Shu didn't even consider them worth his time.
He tossed aside the weapons in his hands and waved.
Then,
all the squads behind him surged forward and began laying down a barrage of gunfire.
Ordinary guns were considered high-grade if they used 7.62 rounds.
A 12-gauge could be called a shotgun.
But elephant guns were different. This one used .70-caliber rounds! Strictly speaking, you could call it a hand cannon!
Forget elephants and early-stage patients—even a Tyrannosaurus would go down in one shot, and even Optimus Prime would have to get out of the way!
If Chu Yunyi hadn't known about this thing,
Mo Xun would probably have taken a couple of shots...
The .70-caliber elephant gun and the fishing equipment were weapons Zi Shu had come up with during the few days since the apocalypse began.
Ordinary firearms were no longer enough to deal with these patients.
Patients in the early stages, who had only just been infected, could still be dealt with by conventional means. But once they entered the middle stage, they could start holding their own against firearms.
If they reached the late stage, even a hydrogen bomb might not work.
Fortunately,
a certain Mr. Chu, who preferred to remain unnamed, had killed so many patients that their numbers had dropped by an entire tier. Only early-stage patients and those just approaching the middle stage remained.
And now,
with Blue