Zhang Mi looked at the departing back of Tong Xiaoyun and his face fell. In the end, he still turned around and ran back towards his classmates. As the leader was Liu Jin, even if he was a low level enhancer and could not do much to people who held guns, against the normal zombies, they had a small chance of prevailing. Searching for resources was also easier with others than by oneself.
In this current world, one would need to possess an adequate amount of strength to do things independently. Without it, only by joining together with others could one ensure a difficult but possible survival.
The one who was disposing of the militants was precisely Yue Zhong, who took to the darkness like a fish would to water. By himself, he had pressured the many members of the militant group in such a way that they couldn’t even catch their breath.
In the dark of the night, the militants had no way of seeing anything beyond 20m into the distance, whilst Yue Zhong’s vision remained accurate even over distances of 2000m.
Yue Zhong’s body flashed about like a specter shuttling about in the dark. In his hands was the .03 Rifle, exhibiting his firing skills that he had honed tirelessly; every shot accurately found its target and blew apart a militant’s head.
After each shot, Yue Zhong would immediately change his position. A huge hail of bullets would fire randomly at his previous position, yet they wouldn’t hit anything. The militants could not even see where Yue Zhong was and could only helplessly fire in the general direction. They even tried to use suppressing fire to force him out, but it was to no avail.
As he hunted down the militants one by one, Yue Zhong kept on changing his position. Watching their comrades die one after another from the bullets appearing out of nowhere, the militants lost their morale quickly. They scrambled into their 2 buses, afraid to even stick their heads out, waiting for aid to come.