Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

Shenhe took the gun, glanced at it, and saw that it was still new. He weighed it in his hand to familiarize himself with its center of gravity, then lowered his shoulder, braced himself, and pressed his cheek against the ground in one smooth motion.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The single-shot bursts were crisp and steady, the rhythm as even as a stopwatch. Below, in the horde of zombies, five zombies standing in a row fell to the ground one after another, shot in the forehead.

Every shot hits the head, with perfect accuracy.

He was already handsome with striking features, a straight back, and an excellent demeanor. Now, his profile was cold and focused, the gunfire flickering in his eyes—he was incredibly handsome!

Liu Ming, who was standing next to him, was stunned. His eyes swept back and forth between the bullet impact points of the zombies below and Shen He's hand holding the gun. The result of the comparison was that Shen He was more accurate than him, a veteran who had been handling guns for many years!

After Shenhe finished firing a thirty-round magazine, Liu Ming couldn't help but interject, "Brother Shen, have you ever fired a gun before? Your posture is excellent, and your marksmanship is good too."

Shenhe shook his head. "No, we ordinary folks wouldn't come across such a thing. I only ever played with toy guns when I was a kid, and they were electronic music ones."

This gun has good performance, but it doesn't have as many bullets as his gun, which can fire a thousand rounds at a time.

Liu Ming was a little skeptical, but Shenhe's palms were smooth and delicate without calluses from gunfire, so what he said seemed to be true.

He shook his head, no longer dwelling on it, and turned to give him a few more magazines.

In another plane, Jiang Yan saw Shenhe shooting zombies, and the soldiers next to him were giving him a thumbs up.

Driven by her competitive spirit, she stretched out her small, white hand to the side.

The soldier next to him was firing his gun when suddenly several hands appeared in front of him, startling him.

He glanced at Jiang Yan, straightened up, reached into his pocket, took out a handful of candy, and put it in her hand.

"We're out of lollipops, this is all we have. We'll find some more for you once we get into town. Can you have a bite for now?"

The soldiers on the aircraft carrier all knew that Jiang Yan loved sweets, and they were afraid that she would crave sweets during combat and that not being able to eat them would affect her combat effectiveness, so everyone carried a handful of candy in their pockets, ready at any time.

Jiang Yan blushed slightly as she looked at the candy in her hand. She pushed the candy back, saying, "Put it in your pocket first. My clothes don't have pockets. Give me a gun, I want to fight zombies too!"

The young soldier looked puzzled. "Didn't you used to dislike shooting?"

Jiang Yan glared at him. "You said that was before. Now I want to play with guns again, so hurry up!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

The young soldier handed her a gun and taught her how to use it. Jiang Yan was smart and understood immediately. With a confident look on her face, she picked up the gun, aimed at a swaying zombie below, and pulled the trigger hard.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang -!"

Flames sprayed continuously, but the muzzle remained steady, and thirty bullets poured out in an instant.

On one hand, she was inaccurate; not a single shot missed, and the zombie's chest was riddled with bullets, blood and flesh flying everywhere. On the other hand, she was accurate; she fired a whole magazine, and the zombie swayed but remained standing.

The young soldier looked at the gun in her hand, his heart aching with pain. Even an idiot could kill one or two people with thirty rounds if he fired blindly, right? This was such a waste of bullets! But he dared not say anything and could only keep it to himself.

Jiang Yan's face turned cold, and she didn't say anything, but reached out her hand to him again.

The young soldier slowly placed one in her hand, then reached out and switched Jiang Yan's gun to single-shot mode so that she wouldn't keep firing when she held it down.

After adjusting her breathing, Jiang Yan picked up the gun. This time, she didn't rest the butt on her shoulder, but on her chest. Her thick muscles could effectively cushion the recoil of the gun!

Then she activated her telekinetic abilities, and the gun was aimed at a new zombie's head.

"Bang!" The gun fired!

The moment the bullet left the barrel, Jiang Yan used her supernatural ability to track it, and then her expression turned ugly. She had clearly aimed for the head, but the bullet's trajectory was heading towards the shoulder!

Just as the bullet was about to hit the zombie's shoulder, a milky white light flashed in Jiang Yan's eyes!

Using her telekinesis, she forcibly controlled the bullet's trajectory, causing it to veer off course!

The bullet, coming from the shoulder, suddenly changed direction! It entered the zombie's face and exited from the top of its head! The zombie froze, then collapsed to the ground!

Jiang Yan looked up in that direction, a pleased and smug smile curving her cherry lips. She seemed to have discovered some incredible shooting technique!

She became interested and lowered her head to aim again. She used her superpower to monitor each shot. If she hit the target, that was it; if she missed, she used her superpower to correct the direction. Surprisingly, she managed to hit the target every time!

The bullet's impact point is a bit hard to predict!

This time, the young soldier didn't feel bad about it and grinned as he gave her a few more magazines.

"Miss Jiang truly lives up to her reputation as a superhuman; she's already hitting the bullseye every time! Amazing!"

"Hehe, it's alright." Jiang Yan raised her chin slightly, her eyebrows curving with delight at the compliment, but her expression remained aloof.

Just minutes after the chubby girl left.

Inside the city gate tower, Song Haiyang collapsed to the ground.

Liu Hao and Han Jun had red eyes, but neither dared to retreat even a step. The two pressed their shields together tightly, withstanding wave after wave of zombie attacks.

The shields creaked and groaned from being scratched, but they didn't even have time to turn around and glance at their brothers.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Miao and Feng Xiaoran bent down and pulled Song Haiyang to the back to protect him.

Just then, the helicopter arrived outside, hovering over the house and buzzing. Then gunshots rang out continuously, and a large number of zombies fell down at the doorway.

The pressure in the room instantly decreased by more than half.

Lin Miao knelt on the ground, carefully cradling Song Haiyang's head in her arms. Looking at his face, tears immediately streamed down her face. She wiped them away. "Haiyang, how are you? Hang in there! A rescue plane is coming! Listen! Gunshots! We're saved!"

Song Haiyang's face was contorted in pain. He was about to speak when he coughed up blood. After a few seconds, he swallowed the blood and struggled to speak, "I think I'm not going to make it... Listen to me, the one who attacked us... was Fatty!"

She turned into…cough cough…she turned into an intelligent zombie! She looks almost like a human…you need to be careful of her…ambushing you, tell…tell…

Before he could finish speaking, Song Haiyang's eyes widened and then slowly closed, while the hand Lin Miao was holding slumped down limply.

"Haiyang! Song Haiyang! Wake up!"

Lin Miao held his body, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "The rescue team has arrived...we're saved...wake up, Haiyang!"

She called his name over and over again, but received no response.

Feng Xiaoran turned her back, her shoulders trembling, and the other girls' eyes also reddened, their cries rising and falling.

These past few days, Song Haiyang has been making the decisions and protecting them. Now that their pillar of support is gone, everyone feels empty and panicked.

Liu Hao and his friends were even more heartbroken. They had lost their good friend, and their hatred for Fatty Girl intensified.

"Aaaaaah! I'll kill you all!"

"Die! Die!!"

Even though he was exhausted, he still slashed fiercely at the zombies with his knife, not even using a shield. He fought desperately, roaring as he went.