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

Half an hour later, the gunfire gradually subsided.

It wasn't that the zombies had all been wiped out, but rather that the rifle barrels in the soldiers' hands were so hot they were steaming, the handguards were burning hot, and the magazines were empty.

Outside the spatial barrier, the entire alleyway was piled high with zombie corpses, layer upon layer, almost a meter high. The stench of decay mixed with the smell of gunpowder was pungent and also blocked most of the shooting angles.

But the horde of zombies continued to surge forward, stepping over the corpses of their own kind and crashing into the barrier.

Liu Ming walked over, gun in hand, wiping the sweat from his brow. His gaze swept over the portal that was still relentlessly devouring zombies, his eyes still filled with shock. When he turned to look at Shen He, his tone unconsciously became respectful.

"Mr. Shen, we're running out of ammunition soon, and the helicopter squadron's ammunition is almost depleted as well, but we've already cleared out most of the zombies."

Major Wang from Seagull No. 1 asked us if we wanted to return to the fleet base with them to replenish ammunition.

Before they knew it, the address changed from Brother Shen to Mr. Shen. Shenhe's incredible ability had long surpassed the realm of ordinary people, and no one could help but feel awe.

Shenhe looked at him. "How are the soldiers? If they had ammunition, could they continue?"

Liu Ming glanced back. Soldiers are generally in good physical condition, and this group of soldiers was no exception. Especially since they could shoot freely without any safety pressure, most of them relaxed and used this place as a shooting practice area.

"Take a break, and you can last a long time."

Liu Ming, not understanding why, answered truthfully.

After firing for a long time, they might only experience some shoulder pain, but they are all veterans, and their shoulders have developed a certain toughness.

Shenhe nodded, glancing around. Most of the soldiers had a 70-80% favorability rating towards him, which was already considered a very good relationship.

"Then tell Major Wang to send them back to replenish their ammunition. We'll continue."

After saying that, Shenhe waved his hand to the side, and a large pile of boxes suddenly appeared on the ground.

Liu Ming guessed that Shenhe had spatial abilities, so he wasn't surprised that Shenhe could produce things out of thin air.

But when Liu Ming saw the boxes on the ground, he was stunned. As a professional soldier, he naturally recognized that they were a bunch of professional boxes for storing firearms and ammunition!

But with such strict state control, how did Mr. Shen acquire so many weapons and ammunition? What is his identity? Could he possibly do something harmful to the country or the people?

But then I thought of Shenhe's godlike abilities, and it seemed that he himself was more dangerous than these weapons.

Forget it, from now on just submit a report. If the sky falls, let Captain Xu take the blame; he's just a lowly soldier!

Liu Ming scratched his head, glanced at Shen He, and without saying a word, bent down to unpack the weapon box.

Upon opening it, Liu Ming felt utterly devastated.

Oh my god!

Goodness, the Mk18 short-barreled special operations rifle, fully equipped with rail sights, is exactly the standard US military special operations configuration.

Then they opened a box of a different size.

"Holy crap!" Liu Ming's eye twitched.

The M2HB Browning heavy machine gun, nicknamed "Old Godmother," is a 12.7mm heavy machine gun. This thing can tear through light armor like paper.

Isn't this just pure foreign influence?

Liu Ming couldn't help but look up at Shenhe without saying a word. He just stared at Shenhe's face, then at the gun, his expression indescribable. His eyes were practically asking Shenhe, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He didn't dare ask, in case Shenhe really had a hidden identity, and was afraid of being exposed and then silenced...

A few minutes later, the soldiers were almost out of bullets and were feeling unsafe holding their empty guns when they heard Liu Ming shout at the top of his lungs.

"Come here, everyone! Get your new guns!"

The soldiers gathered around, and without exception, they were all stunned by the heavy machine gun in the box.

This model is clearly not used in domestic production, but now is not the time to think about that.

The horde of zombies outside is still crashing against the barrier. Not having a gun means certain death. Use whatever your superior issues; you can't go wrong. If you're wrong, just say it was your superior who issued it.

The group lined up, each receiving an Mk18 and several magazines. A few experienced veterans were also chosen to carry their M2 heavy machine guns to the second-floor windowsill.

At the entrances of the two alleys, piles of zombie corpses were stacked, causing the zombies coming from behind to step on the corpses, resulting in a high position that made it inconvenient for soldiers to shoot from the street.

Shenhe waved his hand again, placing two shipping containers at each of the two alley entrances, creating raised ground.

The soldiers were familiarizing themselves with their new guns, and seeing this maneuver, they were both envious and impressed; this skill was incredibly practical.

Shenhe looked at the soldiers fiddling with heavy machine guns, a faint light emanating from his palm as he activated his telekinetic power.

Several soldiers, along with heavy machine guns and ammunition boxes, floated up lightly and landed steadily on the high ground of the container.

The soldiers, their feet barely touching the ground, still felt lightheaded. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with astonishment; this was their first time experiencing spaceflight.

"Let's shoot from up there."

Shenhe gave an order, then turned around and met Jiang Yan's gaze fixed on him. "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yan pointed at the soldier who had just landed, made a floating gesture, and widened her eyes, "You have telekinetic abilities too?"

"Mm." Shenhe nodded.

Jiang Yan tilted her head, looked him up and down with her eyes slanted, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, looking completely puzzled. But in the end, she rolled her eyes and didn't press him for an answer. She just snorted and turned her face away.

"Thump thump thump—thump thump thump—!"

The heavy machine gun was quickly set up, its muffled gunfire drowning out the crisp sound of the rifles.

The high vantage point, combined with the terrifying power of the 12.7mm bullets, meant that every shot could create a bowl-sized hole in the zombie's body, or, if you were lucky, cut it in half, with bits of flesh and bone splattering all over the walls.

The firepower suddenly surged, and the zombie horde was forced to stay pinned down, unable to get even half a step closer to the barrier. Their fragile bodies were like tofu in the storm of bullets, and the soldiers were ecstatic, while Shenhe's experience points also skyrocketed.

"Bang! Bang! Crash! Splash!"

Shenhe and Jiang Yan turned around at the same time to look at the source of the sound, which was the sound of a wall being smashed coming from the street next door.

Shenhe flashed and appeared on the roof of the next street.

Looking down, I saw that the street was also packed with zombies, who were running along the connecting alleys toward the Y-shaped intersection in neat rows.

A tyrant was impatiently swinging its fists and pounding on the wall, as if trying to take a shortcut to rush past.

Jiang Yan flew over and landed lightly beside him. After seeing the scene clearly, she flicked her wrist, and a long whip of psychic power shot out, its tip like a sharp cone, precisely piercing the tyrant's skull.

Before the guy could even drop his fist, he fell straight backward, crushing several ordinary zombies behind him.

After dealing with the mutants, Jiang Yan looked around the alley below and then at the sloping roofs with blue tiles on both sides. The tiles were too slippery to stand on.

My gaze fell on the second floor; the window was the perfect size, ideal for mounting a heavy machine gun.