44: One man, one gun, tough zombie tide

Chen Ming still didn't speak, quietly watching the man in the suit perform.

At the same time, he paid attention to the surroundings, checking for any Zombie tide outbreaks.

He really wanted to know, with one blast from his Shotgun, how many Zombies could he kill?

"Friend, I want to use my entire fortune, probably around a billion or so, to exchange for your mech. How about it?"

As soon as the man in the suit said this, it almost made Chen Ming laugh.

A billion, and you want to buy the danger wanderer?

Do you think it's like cabbage at a vegetable market?

Moreover, Chen Ming didn't believe that after the apocalypse, humanity could quickly return to normal life.

Even if it did recover, whether or not da xia coin would still be used would be a question.

Besides, with the Hundredfold Rebate skill, what would he need money for?

To fulfill the wish of becoming a billionaire?

There was no need for that, because Chen Ming already was.

After several fishing sessions before, he now possessed trillions of da xia coin, so much that he didn't know how to spend it.

The key was, the more he spent, the more he got!

"..." Seeing Chen Ming not speak, the man in the suit hesitated, then turned and silently left.

After coming out of the room, a confidant quickly walked up to him and asked, "Boss, did he agree?"

"No." The man in the suit shook his head.

"Then what should we do?" The confidant's mind raced, becoming increasingly anxious. "Without getting that thing, surviving in this chaotic world will be as hard as ascending to heaven."

"Once we have that mech, we brothers can completely claim territory and become kings, then recruit a group of loyal followers to compete for fame and power!"

The confidant said with great ambition.

After a moment of thought, the man in the suit took out a paper packet from his inner jacket pocket and handed it to the confidant. "Go tell the kitchen to make some good dishes and send them over. We'll knock him out first!"

"Okay!" Looking at the paper packet in his hand, the confidant nodded excitedly and immediately did as told.

Ten minutes later, pushing steak and expensive red wine, they walked out of the elevator.

The two returned to Chen Ming together. "Mr., even if the deal doesn't go through, friendship remains. How about we become friends?"

"As the saying goes, more friends, more paths," the confidant chimed in from the side.

Chen Ming glanced at the steak, and the mech's intelligent system immediately analyzed the various ingredients contained in the entire dish: steak, black pepper, salt, tomatoes, cauliflower...

It was the same next to the red wine, clearly displaying the ingredients.

The words [Powerful Sleeping Potion] came into view.

Chen Ming reached up and pried the hole in the ceiling wider, then lifted it open.

The solid concrete structure, under the mech's powerful brute force, was as fragile as chocolate.

Seeing Chen Ming's hand lower, the two exchanged glances, unable to contain their excitement.

They looked forward to Chen Ming taking the sleeping potion, then they would make their move, like a cuckoo taking over a magpie's nest, seizing the battle mech and dominating the world.

But gradually, the smiles on their faces visibly disappeared.

Because they always felt that the giant mechanical hand, covering the sky and sun, seemed... to be coming for them!

The man in the suit realized something was wrong and shouted, "Run!"

Bang! Boom!

With one palm strike, Chen Ming directly shattered the floor into pieces, spreading out like a spiderweb.

After moving his hand away, only two explosive, blood-flower-like marks remained, along with a thin, flat iron dining cart that had transformed from 3D to 2D.

"As long as it's destroyed to the point where you can't see the human form, it doesn't seem to feel so intense."

Chen Ming broke off a piece of the ceiling, crushed it into powder, rubbed it between his hands, and cleaned off the blood that had stained his hands.

He didn't want the blood of those two small people to contaminate the mech and weapons.

Suddenly, the scene before him began to flash red light. The closer it was to the frame, the more prominent the red light became.

Chen Ming turned his gaze and saw a group of Zombies chasing a sports car.

In the sports car was a group of Youth dressed very casually, with colorful hair.

And they clearly looked drunk. Facing the Zombie tide, not only did they show no fear, but they even threw half-empty bottles of alcohol at them, making various faces to provoke them.

"Idiots, come chase me! If you catch me, I'll let you... *retch*!!"

"Berserk Zombies? Heh, they're nothing special. They still can't outrun my modified sports car."

"Brother Wang, you're so handsome!" The woman held a half-empty bottle of whiskey in her hand, also drunk and high.

Her hands weakly clapped, her face flushed with drunkenness, feeling light and airy.

...

Looking behind them again, hundreds of Zombies were truly like a tide, scrambling to engulf them, filling the entire street!

"Wait! If I remember correctly, that seems to be..."

"Ah!"

Sure enough, the next second, accompanied by a screeching brake and screams, those people plunged headfirst into the large pit Chen Ming had previously blasted with a grenade.

Chen Ming didn't have time to worry about them. Stepping on the flying sword, he landed.

Then he controlled the chainsaw sword to automatically return to the buckle behind him.

At the same time, he took off the Shotgun equipped at his waist, held it with both hands, raised the muzzle, and aimed at the approaching Zombie horde.

Pulled the trigger!

Bang! Boom!

The gunshots were like thunder. The muzzle flash, under the dark night, directly illuminated the entire street, including the Zombies' rotten, bloody, and extremely ugly faces.

Under the high-area damage of the Shotgun, hundreds of Zombies rushing at the front were instantly pulverized, turning into blood pulp, with a very fine texture.

It truly became a river of blood, slowly flowing into the sewers.

Chen Ming was unsure what consequences their blood flowing into the sewers, then into rivers, or water treatment plants... would cause.

But for now, compared to worrying about that, Chen Ming was still immersed in the thrill of explosive firepower output.

One Shotgun blast, one grenade, could instantly kill swathes of Zombies at once.

The grass-cutting experience he could only enjoy in Dynasty Warriors games before, Chen Ming now experienced in the real world.

One word, awesome! Two words, extremely awesome! Three words, awesome beyond belief!

If he had to name a drawback, it wasn't that there weren't any, but the number was too small.

Chen Ming hadn't even emptied his magazine yet.

Let alone making the infinite ammo function useful.

But thankfully, he was someone who knew how to be content and happy.

Just as Chen Ming was about to put away his Shotgun, continue flying on his sword, and go to other places to see if there were any Zombies to slaughter.

The mech operating system prompted: [The body is under attack!]

"Under attack?"

Chen Ming was certain that his danger perception ability hadn't triggered.

Could it be that the skill had failed, or that it needed to be actively activated?

Or was there a bug in the mech's operating system?

Afterwards, Chen Ming turned his head and looked at the part that the system indicated was being attacked. Several drunkards who had just climbed out of the pit were using machetes and clubs to 'pedicure' him there.

"..." Chen Ming.

"Damn! That pit was your doing, right? You made me crash! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

"In Jiang City, no one dares to oppose me, Wang Tian! If you have the guts, let's duel, duel! *hic*"

"That's right! Anyone who dares to oppose my Brother Wang is simply looking for death!"

Chen Ming was truly speechless. "Encountering something like that, and it still couldn't sober these guys up?"