Shooting Indiscriminately, the Consequence of Angering Johnson!

Johnson walked towards the department store with his Electromagnetic Machine Gun.

Without another word, he started shooting the moment he entered the store.

The rays from the Electromagnetic Machine Gun rained down on every corner of the first floor.

Under such circumstances, no matter where the zombie hid, there was no chance of survival!

Johnson observed his surroundings as he advanced. He made sure that every corner of the room was blanketed with his shooting.

Not only was he venting his anger, but he was also warning himself.

After sweeping through the entire building, he would need to find a further place to replenish his supplies.

He had to use this trouble to remind himself not to be careless in the future.

He had only suffered a minor injury this time, but if it happened again, he might lose his life!

The light beams continued to burst out. Almost all the shelves, goods, and corners on this floor were shot to resemble a beehive.

Johnson snorted and started up the only stairs in the department store.

When he reached the second level, he repeated the process below and continued to fire madly.

After sweeping through all the shelves and goods, Johnson continued to move forward.

Third level, fourth level, fifth level.

Johnson swept through the store floor by floor. He didn't leave any corners behind.

He was sure that the Smoker was still in the department store.

The place where he was attacked was the twelfth floor, and the direction left behind by the tongue was in the opposite direction of the stairs.

There was only one staircase in the department store, the rest of the transportation up and down were through elevators.

And the elevators could no longer be used.

Furthermore, this departmental store was completely enclosed and did not possess any balconies in any of its floors.

Therefore, since Johnson came down the stairs, the long-tongued zombie must not have escaped.

Johnson swept all the way to the 12th floor. When he saw the tongue he shot off lying on the ground, his expression turned ugly.

It was this tongue that almost took his life. How could he look at this with a calm expression?

Johnson didn't hesitate to sweep through this entire level as well.

The commotion caused by Johnson shooting through the entire department store was extremely loud. Even in the factory opposite the department store, both girls clearly heard the noise.

Monica was a little worried about Johnson's condition. She did not know what was going on inside, thus she could only continue praying.

Delia, on the other hand, could tell that this was definitely a result of a frantic search.

She could totally imagine the scene in the department store.

What made her most curious was…

Where on earth did Johnson get a machine gun with a silencer? Where did he get so much ammunition?

He actually had not stopped shooting after so long.

In the department store, Johnson finished sweeping the floor and was about to ascend to the thirteenth floor.

The moment he stepped onto the stairs, a long tongue suddenly flew out in between the handrail at the thirteenth floor.

The distance between him and the thirteenth floor was very short, only roughly two meters.

Johnson had no time to dodge.

At the same time, he had no intention of dodging.

Because the moment the tongue wrapped around him, he immediately activated the Geocentric Gravity Enhancement Device hanging on his waist.

At this moment, let alone the tongue, he could not move a step even if he wanted to.

He was completely rooted to the spot!

Johnson looked up.

Through the gap between the stair railings, he could see the face of the Smoker.

The zombie's face was currently filled with fear.

It realized that it could not use its tongue to pull the human back.

Or rather, its tongue could not move after coming into contact with the human!

No matter how hard it tried to pull its tongue out, Johnson didn't budge.

It looked like his feet had become one with the floor.

The horror on the Smoker's face intensified proportionally with the murderous intent on Johnson's face.

With a sneer, he raised his right hand and pointed the gun at the long-tongued zombie.

The next moment, a white light appeared on the muzzle of the gun and shot out.

At this point, the Smoker's eyes had turned from fear to horror.

It frantically retreated, but it failed to do so.

After all, there was a limit to the length of its tongue. After more than half of it was cut off, it became even shorter.

That was why it could only choose to ambush Johnson at such a short distance.

But now, not only had its sneak attack failed, but it had also trapped itself.

In this situation, there was only one way to escape, and that was to cut off its own tongue.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The bullet accurately hit the Smoker's forehead, and a system notification immediately appeared in Johnson's mind.

[Successfully killed a mutated creature. Obtained 500 points]

Johnson snorted and deactivated the gravity-enhancing device.

He shot off the tongue wrapped around himself, then strode to the corpse of the long-tongued zombie and started shooting at it indiscriminately.

This was the only way to vent his anger.

Three minutes later, the zombie's body was riddled with holes.

Other zombie corpses had bullet holes in them.

But this time, the bullet holes had a zombie corpse in it.

It was a tragic sight!

This was the consequence of angering Johnson…