Jiang Han raised her K63 Rifle and squeezed the trigger. A five-round burst slammed into the zombie's forehead, eye sockets, neck, and the pitted hollow where its nose should have been. She raised her right hand, pointed upward, then pointed ahead.
Signaling, "Clear out. Advance."
Almost without a sound, the Giant Cat Lamps wielding K12 Single-Claw Pistols—or hand cannons, as they were also called—seized one key position after another before them.
Then Du Lingxuan advanced quickly with her gun at the ready, while she and Xiya rapidly scanned both sides of the street for living creatures.
Histeria suddenly stopped. Her beautiful golden eyes widened so greatly that their glow was visible even through her tactical goggles.
She raised her rifle, her posture graceful and precise, and pulled the trigger in rapid succession. Three crisp clacking gunshots rang out almost as one.
After the gunshots came two faint howls.
A puddle of rotten blood flowed out from an old flowerbed by the roadside.
Expressionless, she fired two more shots, then swiftly stepped back two paces, removed the magazine to check the remaining ammunition, and inserted it again.
"What was that?"
Du Lingxuan had always been rather relaxed and lively. Unlike the teacher and disciple, who had already entered killing mode, she still retained a young girl's innocence and romanticism.
Even in this situation, she asked.
"Two thorn pigs."
Xiya answered.
Hearing that answer, Jiang Han saw a Giant Cat Lamp trembling. Seventeen bone spikes, each as long as two joints of a witch's finger, were embedded in its tail.
That was the damage caused by the "thorn pigs," a weapon fired by one type of crawling zombie they had discovered.
The spikes were poisonous, too.
Still, although Giant Cat Lamps were relatively vulnerable in this state, they would not be seriously