Armor-Piercing Rounds Don't Believe in Carbon-Based Monsters

The crisp click of the trigger rang out, and a three-round burst hit the Blood Hound running at the front.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The three high-explosive incendiary rounds bit into the Blood Hound's exposed muscles, and for an instant, the air seemed to freeze.

Then the bullets exploded and broke apart, tearing the bright-red flesh into a cloud of blood mist. The incendiary agent caught in the muscle fibers and burned furiously.

The Blood Hound moved as if it had gotten drunk on bad liquor. Its front legs slammed into the ground, and it crashed headfirst into a car door.

"Bang—crash!"

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Its toe bones, burned into charred-black claws, dug into the softened asphalt. Flames that hadn't yet gone out flowed along the cracks,

and the clinking of the shell casings hitting the ground sent Su Huan's blood racing.

His eyes gleamed brilliantly.

Lao San, driving beside him, was stunned by the results too. "Holy shit! That's freaking powerful! Three shots and it's dead?"

Su Huan couldn't stop himself from grinning. If he'd had a weapon like this in his previous life, how could those damned beasts have driven him so hard?

No matter how powerful a first-order zombie was, it was still made of carbon-based flesh and blood. Even second-order zombies that had evolved corpse armor had to flee in terror when faced with humanity's heavy firepower!

Armor-piercing rounds had never believed in carbon-based monsters!

Su Huan stuffed a first-order Pan-Energy Crystal into his mouth, then poured an endless stream of energy into the fire engine beneath his feet. He roared, "Faster! Faster!"

Lao San stomped hard on the gas. Maybe it was his imagination, but the vehicle seemed to have more power.

Like an enraged bull, it roared and charged ahead.

Sports cars and SUVs all became toys, smashed into scattered pieces.

Su Huan took aim at the next Blood Hound and fired another crisp three-round burst.

This time, though, he hit the wrong spot. The Blood Hound didn't die instantly. It howled in agony and slammed into the fire engine, its mangled wound like a rotten tomato, making the red paint job even more vivid.

Before it could even struggle, the wheels rolled over it. The vehicle jolted violently, and the teeth-grinding sound of bones snapping rang out, like bubble wrap being crushed.

"Lao Si, hurry! Shoot that big guy up ahead!"

Lao San leaned forward, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. He shouted at the Butcher directly in front of them.

"Got it!"

Su Huan switched to full-auto, leaned half his body out the window, and aimed at the Butcher holding a road sign. He held the gun steady with one hand and pulled the trigger with the other.

In an instant, the sharp rat-a-tat of gunfire ran together into a continuous burst.

The muzzle flash formed a tongue of flame that licked at the Butcher's enormous belly.

The high-explosive rounds tore open his stomach, instantly creating a vivid cloud of yellow-orange blood mist. More than thirty high-explosive incendiary rounds set the Butcher's massive belly ablaze.

They also forcibly stopped him from advancing.

A furious howl came from within the flames. Su Huan ducked to avoid a Blood Hound lunging at him from the side, then hurried to the back to reload.

He'd already killed two Butchers since the apocalypse began, but he'd done it with the terrifying weight and momentum of the Armed Train.

That didn't mean these things were actually weak.

Among the many first-order zombies, the Butcher might have been the slowest to react, but its defense was unquestionably the best!

Even a heavy truck couldn't run the beast down!

"Lao Si, it's not dead! It's not dead! That thing's still alive!"

"Quit yelling! I freaking know!"

Su Huan was sweating too. If the Butcher got a hit in, they'd be in deep trouble.

As he frantically absorbed energy from the Pan-Energy Crystal, he used both hands to stuff bullets into the magazine.

"Lao Si, it's coming! It's gonna smash us! Smash us! Oh, shit!"

"I freaking know!!!"

Su Huan had loaded more than thirty rounds, but there was no time. He shoved in the magazine and spun around. His pupils shrank. "Oh, shit!"

"Boom—"

A road sign slammed straight into the front of the fire engine.

Luckily, the fire engine's windshield was double-paned. Even with a hole that big punched through it, the glass hadn't shattered all over the cab. It had only formed a massive, radiating hole right in front of them.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!"

At that critical moment, a dense burst of gunfire erupted behind him.

The Butcher immediately burst into flames again and staggered backward.

Su Huan stuck his gun through the hole in the windshield and fired another burst at the Butcher. At the same time, he roared, "Lao Er's pulling his weight! Now get on the gas!"

Lao San was so worked up his face and neck were red. He floored it. "Don't give me that crap! You think I don't know to hit the gas?"

The tires squealed against the sticky asphalt as the engine roared and the fire engine charged ahead.

Watching the Butcher fall behind them, Lao San smacked the steering wheel. "That's more like it!"

They both let out a wild yell, then simultaneously tugged at their collars to let the sweat on their chests evaporate.

Su Huan wiped his damp hair and couldn't help laughing.

Those three brothers were a little dumb, but being with them made Su Huan feel like he'd gone back to his previous life.

No plans, no goals—just a few unreliable teammates and zombies chasing them all over the place, like a handful of sparks shooting around without direction.

They burned through their lives with fierce, unhinged intensity.

With the Butcher no longer blocking the road, the way ahead was much easier. With Su Huan boosting the engine, no car could stop them. Lao Da and Lao Er, following behind, even managed to reach sixty.

Whenever some foolish Evolutionary Beast or zombie showed up, Su Huan swept it with a burst.

When they ran into a group of zombies, he swept them with a burst too.

Once they'd opened a gap, all that remained was for the fully loaded fire engine to barrel through and crush them.

They returned almost as quickly as they'd come.

Naturally, people in the buildings on either side spotted the forceful convoy and shouted for help, but Su Huan had already accomplished his goal. He couldn't be bothered to pay them any attention.

Lao San was in a state of mental overdrive and couldn't hear a thing. Even Su Huan, sitting beside him, had to shout.

Su Huan held his gun in one hand and leaned lazily against the car door, his eyes scanning the buildings on either side.

He was ready to shoot at any zombies that suddenly popped out and startled them without warning.

Suddenly, two figures rushed out from around the corner.

Su Huan was just about to raise his gun when he froze. The words escaped his mouth. "Biker?"

"Stop!"

"What?!"

Lao San's face was flushed red, and his hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned blue.

"I said stop!" Su Huan bellowed.

Lao San slammed on the brakes without a second thought. The life-or-death crisis they'd just faced was more than enough to build trust between two men.

You could call that kind of friendship crude, but you couldn't doubt its sincerity!

Huang Hai had barely escaped the Butcher with his life. After hesitating for a while, he decided to go out anyway.

The supermarket had food and water, but the entrance had been damaged. No one knew what kind of terrifying thing might get in next.

So he discussed it with the young man, and they slipped outside.

Luckily, the zombies in the supermarket had been lured away by that motorcycle. The ground was covered in blood and wreckage.

In the distance, they could still hear zombie howls and gunshots.

Just as the two men were feeling terrified and lost, they suddenly saw three brightly painted fire engines approaching.

It felt like seeing Noah's Ark in the middle of a flood.

When the fire engines stopped, the two men were overjoyed and hurried over to pound on the doors.

Su Huan took a closer look. The man at the front was in his thirties, wore a pair of tiny glasses, and was dressed in a light-gray suit. But after a long time without proper care, the suit's cuffs were filthy black and badly wrinkled. The moment he opened his mouth with a grin, the trademark sleaziness of a bookish man came right through.

The bespectacled man immediately pulled a long carton of Hua Zi cigarettes from his clothes and tossed it into the passenger seat.

He begged through tears and laughter, "Please, kind big brothers, let me into the vehicle! Please, let me in! I'm begging you..."