Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

Da da da, da da, da da.

Before the smoke had fully cleared, Zhang Su flipped over and began to retaliate because there was no time to waste. The enemy on the opposite side had already picked up their weapons!

The power of the explosion wasn’t small, but it didn’t cause much damage to the incredibly sturdy railroad bridge; only a few concrete beams were blasted apart. Zhang Su fired while advancing toward the enemy, unafraid of their gunfire.

Of course, he wasn’t simply fearless; he dared to move forward because of his airtight protective gear. With the brim of his hat pressed low, nearly his entire body was covered. He decided that when he got back, he would modify his bulletproof skin into a mask, leaving just two holes for vision.

”Zhou Haotian, Ke Zhiyu, lie down where you are; everyone else, follow up!”

Zhang Su shouted. These two temporary members didn’t have bulletproof vests, and getting hit could be deadly for them.

”Guys, they’re so disoriented from the explosion that only one of them dares to fight back. Kill him!”

Skinny Monkey heard Zhang Su’s shout and also started jeering, shooting with a hunting rifle that he didn’t really know how to use. After firing one shot, he fiddled with it for a long time, not knowing how to reload...

The others were not as useless as Skinny Monkey. They aimed at the silhouette moving through the smoke, gritting their teeth, fantasizing about a successful counterattack, and claiming those excellent weapons for themselves!

The exchange of fire was brief; their fantasies were quickly shattered. Bullets flew back and forth, and the escapees’ accuracy was dismal. In their haste, only one out of thirty shots hit Zhang Su’s thigh, while they had already lost two comrades!

Zhang Su could feel the stinging pain in the flesh of his thigh, but such minor injuries were nothing to worry about. He remained calm and continued firing, catching sight of a figure out of the corner of his eye. It was Ju Mumio, holding a pistol.

When it’s really inconvenient to use cold weapons, Ju Mumio had also started accepting firearms. Bottom lines are meant to be broken; one can’t be too stubborn.

Da da, crack, crack, another Dragon Head escaper fell dead.

”Damn it, leave some for me, you two!”

Zhao Dezhu, supporting his ringing ears, got up, with Yu Qing beneath him. He couldn’t afford to worry about helping his wife up, so he dashed forward, knowing only by eliminating the enemy could they be safe.

Soon, Lu Yubo, Chen Hanzhou, Pan Guoliang, and others all got up and joined the battle.

This seemingly intense gunfight was actually decided the moment it began. Whether in terms of weapons or armor, the two sides were not on the same level. Coupled with the personnel difference, the outcome of the battle was purely one-sided!

Skinny Monkey led his people as they fought and retreated, taking a step and losing a comrade, five steps back and losing four companions. He couldn’t hold on any longer.

”Brothers, fight to the end, the city stands as long as we do!”

Skinny Monkey suddenly shouted out the Dragon Head Camp’s city defense oath, throwing his hunting rifle forward before turning to flee in a panic.

”Skinny Monkey, you bastard...”

Da da... swoosh, crack, crack, thud.

”Ah...”

”Ugh!”

Thud, thud...

The battle from start to finish didn’t last long. The flesh hooked on the barbed wire was still trembling, and the smell of blood lingered. They had already finished, annihilating sixteen Dragon Head escapees, while Yama Corps took seven hits in total.

The worst hit was Zhang Ya; she alone took three bullet hits. But apart from a burning pain, it was nothing—hardly as severe as menstrual cramps.

The value of the Petrifying Skin bulletproof vest continues to rise.

Skinny Monkey, listening to the constant gunfire behind him and the curses of his fallen comrades, along with the wind of bullets whizzing by his ears, felt his mother should’ve given him two more legs as he plowed forward frantically!

Yet he soon couldn’t run any longer.

Thud, thud thud.

”Ah... ah!”

A bullet hit Skinny Monkey’s popliteal fossa, his knee shattered, and he was done for. He fell forward heavily, breaking a couple of teeth on a beam, spinning into the air, yellow teeth bloodstained...

”Damn, damn, just my luck... Should’ve jumped down, damn it!”

Skinny Monkey didn’t give up, crawling forward with his arms and legs, mumbling curses.

He thought the bullet in the popliteal fossa was just bad luck, but it was actually Zhang Su instructing Tan Huajun to intentionally leave him behind.

Skinny Monkey ran decisively but at a snail’s pace; Tan Huajun’s shot took away his mobility.

”You worthless bunch, do even this little thing so poorly... Damn, damn it, you run slower than dogs...”

With two arms and one leg, Skinny Monkey struggled forward like a meaty worm, lips trembling with each breath, filled with a desperate craving for life.

”Brother, just shoot him dead. He could be carrying explosives, and that’d be far too dangerous!”

Zhao Dezhu wasn’t afraid of ordinary bullets but had a healthy fear of explosions, mainly because his wife often explained the power of explosions to him, instilling a sense of reverence.

”Heh...”

Zhang Su sneered, ”A cowardly traitor like this, would he have the balls to strap a bomb to himself? Zhuzi, you’re overestimating him; he’s not even up to Absolute Justice’s insane standards!”

Those who had experienced the battle against Absolute Justice on the West Second Ring Road nodded. Skinny Monkey was at most insidious and inhuman, but not insane.

Screech!

Zhang Su caught up and stepped on Skinny Monkey’s popliteal fossa.

”Ow, ow, damn you, hurts like hell!”

The injured spot bled, making his whole leg twitch.

”Did you come up with the genius idea of using a bomb hidden unknowingly on a woman, sending her close to us under the guise of a deal, and then detonating it?”

Zhang Su, stepping on Skinny Monkey, bent down and yanked his cap, pulling his head up.

Skinny Monkey looked at Zhang Su with difficulty. His mirrored sunglasses reflected his miserable appearance. Bloody gum from broken teeth dripped from his mouth.

”Ah wah wah...”

Skinny Monkey cried, especially pained, tears churning: ”Brother, have mercy, we truly were just passing by; had no plans against you. Why do you pursue us so ruthlessly...”

”I believe you were passing by, but the moment we crossed paths, you had ideas, now...”

Zhang Su flipped Skinny Monkey over with a crash, signaling his companions to tie his hands, asking, ”Those two boys and five women, are they really your hostages?”

As he asked, Zhang Su took off his glasses, looking directly at Skinny Monkey. He wasn’t verifying his own peace of mind, but checking if his judgment was correct, like reviewing answers after a test.

Skinny Monkey saw Zhang Su without glasses for the first time, realizing they were hiding scabbed scars. Those not very dark eyes looked unremarkable but gave him a fear of staring into the abyss, each wave of terror washing over him, causing his lips to tremble.

He had no mind for other details; if he looked around, he would see others showing signs of fear too.

”Damn it, why does my back feel so chilly... is this place haunted?”

”Don’t say that, it’s still morning, why does it feel darker?”

”You must be still scared; if Brother Su hadn’t decisively shot that bomb-wielding woman, we’d be in pieces now!”

The members of the Yama Corps felt overwhelmed, not just by fear.

Ju Mumio frowned, gritting her teeth, battling the emotional onslaught, helplessly looking at Zhang Su, wondering why he exerted so much effort on this minor character.