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

A crisp sound of a trigger pull rang out, and a three-round burst struck the fastest Blood Hound directly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

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

Then, the warheads detonated and disintegrated, tearing the crimson muscle into a mist of blood that filled the sky, while the incendiary agent burned wildly along the muscle fibers.

The Blood Hound acted as if it had been drugged, its front limbs slamming heavily into the ground before it crashed headlong into a car door.

"Bang—clatter!"

The charred, claw-like phalanges dug into the softened asphalt, and the unextinguished flames flowed along the cracks.

The sound of the shell casings clinking to the ground made Su Huan's blood boil instantly.

His eyes shone with a piercing intensity.

Lao San, who was driving, was also shocked by the effect. "Holy shit! This thing is that fierce?! You took it down in three shots?"

Su Huan couldn't help but grin from ear to ear; if he had possessed such a weapon in his past life, how could he have been pushed to such a miserable state by these damned beasts?!

No matter how tough a Tier 1 zombie was, it was still just carbon-based flesh and blood. Even a Tier 2 zombie that had evolved corpse armor would have to scramble for its life when faced with human heavy firepower!

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

Su Huan shoved a Tier 1 Pan-Energy Crystal into his mouth, pouring an endless stream of energy into the fire truck beneath his feet, and roared, "Accelerate! Accelerate!"

Lao San slammed his foot onto the gas pedal, and whether it was his imagination or not, he felt the vehicle's power surge.

Like a manic bull, it howled as it charged forward.

Sedans and SUVs were reduced to mere toys, scattered and smashed to pieces.

Su Huan aimed at the next Blood Hound, firing another crisp three-round burst.

However, the aim was slightly off this time; the Blood Hound didn't die immediately but instead crashed into the fire truck with a miserable howl, its mangled wound looking like a rotten tomato, smearing the red paint of the truck even more vividly.

Before it could struggle, the wheels rolled over it, causing the vehicle to vibrate violently as the teeth-grinding sound of snapping bones echoed, much like crushing bubble wrap.

"Lao Si, hurry, hit that big one in front!"

Lao San leaned forward, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, shouting at the Butcher directly ahead.

"Got it!"

Su Huan switched his firing mode to full-auto, leaned half his body out the window, and aimed his muzzle at the Butcher carrying the road sign. With one hand steadying the gun and the other pulling the trigger, he let loose.

In an instant, the crisp da-da-da sound merged into a continuous stream.

The muzzle flash formed a tongue of fire, licking at the Butcher's bloated belly.

High-explosive rounds tore through its stomach, instantly creating a vivid yellow-orange mist of blood as over thirty incendiary rounds ignited the Butcher's massive gut.

It also forcefully halted the creature's forward momentum.

An angry wail came from within the flames. Su Huan ducked his head to avoid a Blood Hound pouncing from the side and scrambled to the back to reload.

Although he had killed two Butchers since the apocalypse began, he had relied on the terrifying weight and kinetic energy of an Armed Train to do so.

That didn't mean these things were truly weak.

Among the many Tier 1 zombies, the Butcher might have had the slowest reaction time, but its defensive power was absolutely top-tier!

Even a heavy freight train couldn't kill this beast!

"Lao Si, it's not dead, it's not dead, that thing is still alive!"

"Stop yelling, I know that, damn it!"

Sweat beaded on Su Huan's forehead. If the Butcher actually landed a hit, they would be in serious trouble.

While frantically absorbing the energy from the Pan-Energy Crystal, he used both hands to shove bullets into the magazine.

"Lao Si, it's coming, it's going to smash us, it's going to smash us, holy shit!"

"I KNOW, DAMN IT!!!"

Su Huan had loaded thirty-some rounds, knowing he was out of time. He slammed the magazine in, turned abruptly, and his pupils shrank. "Damn it!"

"BOOM—"

A road sign slammed directly into the hood of the fire truck.

Fortunately, the fire truck's windshield was double-layered; despite being pierced by such a large object, it didn't shatter throughout the cabin, leaving only a massive, spider-webbed hole in front of them.

"Da-da-da!"

At the critical moment, a dense burst of gunfire came from behind.

Immediately after, the Butcher burst into flames once more, stumbling backward.

Su Huan shoved his gun through the hole in the glass and emptied another magazine into the Butcher, roaring, "Lao Er is putting in the work, step on the gas, damn it!"

Lao San was red-faced and frantic, flooring the pedal. "Bullshit, you think I don't know to step on the gas?!"

The tires screeched against the sticky asphalt as the truck roared and charged forward.

Watching the Butcher being left behind, Lao San slammed his fist against the steering wheel. "Satisfying!"

The two of them let out a wild howl in unison, then simultaneously tugged at their collars to let the sweat on their chests evaporate.

Su Huan wiped his damp hair and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Although these three brothers were a bit dim-witted, being with them gave Su Huan a feeling of returning to his past life.

There were no plans, no goals, just being chased around by zombies with a few unreliable teammates, like a handful of sparks colliding aimlessly.

Burning through life with a fervent, hysterical intensity.

With the Butcher no longer blocking the way, the road ahead was much easier to navigate. With Su Huan boosting the engine, no vehicle could stand in their path; Lao Da and Lao Er, following behind, were even hitting speeds of sixty.

Whenever an Evolutionary Beast or zombie was foolish enough to get in the way, Su Huan would sweep them aside with a burst of gunfire.

If they encountered a horde of zombies, it was another burst.

He would tear open a gap, and the rest was left to the fully loaded fire truck to violently crush.

The speed of the return trip was not much slower than when they had arrived.

Naturally, people on the buildings on both sides noticed this boorish convoy and shouted loudly for help, but Su Huan had already achieved his goal and couldn't be bothered to pay them any mind.

Lao San was currently in a state of mental agitation and couldn't hear a thing; even Su Huan, sitting right next to him, had to shout at the top of his lungs.

Su Huan held his gun with one hand, leaning lazily against the car door, his eyes scanning the buildings on both sides.

He was ready at any moment to spray down any zombies that popped out to startle them without warning.

Suddenly, two figures rushed out from a corner.

Just as he was about to raise his muzzle, Su Huan froze, blurting out, "Bikers?"

"Stop the car!"

"What?!"

Beside him, Lao San's face was flushed red, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel.

"I said stop the car!" Su Huan roared.

Lao San didn't even think about it before slamming on the brakes; the life-and-death crisis they had just experienced was enough to build trust between two men.

You could call this friendship crude, but you couldn't doubt its sincerity!

Huang Hai had luckily escaped with his life from under the Butcher, and after hesitating, he decided to head out.

Although the supermarket had food and drink, the door had already been destroyed, and no one knew what terrifying thing would come in next.

So, after discussing it with the young man, they slipped out.

Fortunately, the supermarket zombies had all been lured away by those motorcycles, leaving the ground covered in blood and remains.

In the distance, there were still zombie roars and gunfire.

Just as the two were filled with fear and confusion, they suddenly saw three bright red fire trucks driving toward them.

That feeling was like seeing Noah's Ark in the middle of a flood.

Seeing the fire trucks stop, the two were overjoyed and rushed over to pound on the doors.

Su Huan looked closely; the man in the lead was in his thirties, wearing a pair of small glasses and a light gray suit. Because it had been neglected for so long, the cuffs of the suit were black and dirty, all wrinkled. When he opened his mouth to smile, that specific brand of sleaziness unique to intellectuals immediately surfaced.

The man with the small glasses immediately pulled a large carton of cigarettes from his coat and tossed it directly into the passenger seat.

He begged, laughing and crying at the same time, "Please, kind brothers, let me on the truck, please let me on... I beg you..."

[New book period, 8,000 words daily. Brothers, I've shown my commitment.]