It was not just Mona—even Song Kai and Zheng Gang froze for a moment.
Firearms were more lethal than cold weapons.
Especially against the infected, firearms could sometimes be more effective than certain special abilities.
After all, anyone could use a firearm with a bit of training, even a child.
And low-level infected that had not evolved special abilities, even if they were somewhat stronger, more durable, and faster, were still flesh and blood in the end.
Under heavy firepower, it did not matter whether they were superhumans or infected—they would all be riddled with bullets or blasted into minced flesh. With thermobaric bombs, there might not even be a body left behind.
Of course, once superhumans and infected reached higher levels, these thermal weapons would deal less and less damage to them.
Especially superhumans and infected with powerful special abilities.
Such as "Kings."
Of course, such powerful individuals were few.
Most would still suffer from iron poisoning.
The point of saying all this was that it was not that they did not want to choose firearms. After all, if there was a better option, who would choose to hack away with a saber?
For one thing, distance was difficult to judge. If they got too close, they could easily be bitten by the infected.
And their power was inferior to firearms.
But this was Vast Kingdom.
Vast Kingdom's gun control was far stricter than that of other countries. Only after the recent resurgence of spiritual energy, when superhumans had become more numerous and the underground black markets could not be stamped out, had those superhumans gained some channels to acquire such dangerous weapons.
But there was something wrong with these worlds!
There seemed to be far fewer superhumans.
Song Kai had always thought that he was just an ordinary