Killing The Hunter, Planning for the Future!

The Hunter in mid-air was clearly shocked by this scene. However, it was unable to dodge in time as it was currently in mid-air.

A large amount of jelly-like "sticky substance" covered its body.

At the same time, the powerful impact slammed it against the wall of a building.

The ordinary zombies on the ground were also glued to the ground by the sticky substance within the sticky bomb, unable to move forward even half a step.

Seeing this scene, Monica heaved a sigh of relief. She could not help but feel as though she had once again escaped death.

Johnson was simply too amazing.

He was a man who brought about miracles!

But Johnson didn't look happy at all.

He used 400 points to buy a one-time consumable item, so naturally he couldn't be happy at the result.

If he had bought the blueprint of the sticky bomb earlier, he would only have needed to spend 200 points to get an unlimited amount.

However, he was not overly upset.

After all, no one could predict what would happen in the future.

Not to mention that the points earned from killing the zombies today had long surpassed the value of the sticky bomb. Overall, he still managed to profit from this.

Johnson raised his machine gun and fired in a sweeping arc.

Droves of zombies collapsed like dominoes with each sweep of the weapon.

Their lives were converted into points and became Johnson's spoils of war.

Soon, all the zombies in front of them were killed. As for the ordinary zombies behind the 'corpse hill', they were temporarily ignored.

Johnson lifted his foot and walked slowly toward the Hunter.

At this moment, the Hunter was in a panic, looking at the stony faced male human on the ground

It struggled with all its might, but to no avail.

The sticky bombs formed a web, mercilessly trapping the Hunter within like a cage.

At this moment, it was like a canary trapped in a cage.

Oh wait….

Canaries were not so ugly.

Johnson raised his Electromagnetic Machine Gun contemptuously and aimed at the frantically struggling Hunter on the wall.

"F**k you."

Johnson said coldly and pulled the trigger.

A ball of light condensed at the muzzle of the electromagnetic gun. Then, the ball of light turned into a beam, shooting straight at the Hunter.

[Successfully killed a mutated creature. Obtained 500 points]

This notification meant that the Hunter was already dead.

But Johnson was not at all pleased.

Just to kill this advanced zombie, which was the mutated zombie named Hunter, Johnson spent 400 points to buy a one-time consumable item.

Although the Hunter provided 500 points, which gave him a profit of 100 in the end, this also served as a warning to Johnson.

There were likely to be many similar types of advanced mutated zombies in this world.

This time, it could be solved with a sticky bomb. What about next time?

He could not let his guard down!

Johnson put away the machine gun and walked back into the factory.

Monica hesitated for a moment and immediately followed. She said in a nervous voice.

"The zombies outside haven't been completely killed, and the thin shutters of this factory can't possibly stop those monsters."

Johnson didn't answer. Instead, he walked to the metal staircase on the wall and climbed up to the roof.

Monica immediately followed.

She would be afraid if she remained alone back on the ground floor.

After arriving at the roof, Johnson walked to the parapet on the edge and started firing.

The beam of the electromagnetic machine gun mercilessly rained down on the zombies below.

The view that this position offered was not affected at all by the 'zombie hill'.

Thus, Johnson could easily kill the ordinary zombies on the ground.

It took him another twenty minutes to kill all the ordinary zombies.

Johnson briefly scanned the area below before returning to the factory.

On the other hand, Monica was carefully lying on the roof of the factory building. She nervously scrutinized every corner below.

She had to make sure that all the zombies were dead before she could relax.

But in fact, her worries were unnecessary.

Normal zombies couldn't think at all.

Thus, they did not have the mental capacity to "play dead".

Therefore, if it didn't move, then it was well and truly dead.

However, while she understood this theory, she couldn't help but confirm it with her own eyes.

In this apocalyptic world, many helpless people needed not only safety, but also a sense of security.

There was no other way around it.

But Johnson was different.

As an apprentice mechanic, he was able to maintain calmness and rationality at all times. He knew why Monica stayed on the roof and did not come down, but he was even more clear that he did not have time to waste on such meaningless things.

What he needed to do now was quickly formulate a new plan based on the points he currently had.

He had to try his best to predict the dangers that might come next and consider what blueprints he should buy before making more equipment.

This was the only way he could survive in this apocalypse!

About fifteen minutes later, Monica came down from the roof.

Johnson beckoned to her.

"What other special zombies do you know? Tell me everything."