This Is My First Loss, I Must Kill You Today!

Despite his doubts, Johnson didn't forget what to do.

He immediately grabbed the pillar with his left hand while firing wildly with the Electromagnetic Machine Gun in his right hand.

A storm of bullets rained down on this floor. Many of the goods were destroyed on the spot. Johnson had also known that this would happen when he started firing.

But compared to his own life, these resources were nothing!

He could not allow himself to be dragged over.

If he were to fight at close range, he might end up being killed!

Johnson kept shooting as he tried to think of a countermeasure.

However, the pulling force from his left wrist did not decrease at all. In fact, it was getting stronger.

Johnson felt like he was about to lose his grip on the pillar.

After all, while his physical fitness had been strengthened, it had not exceeded the limits of humans.

However, these zombies could no longer be considered humans!

Comparing strength with a zombie was akin to a mantis attempting to block a truck with its front limbs.

If this continued, he would die sooner or later!

Johnson decided to change his method of action.

He immediately stopped firing around blindly, instead aiming the electromagnetic machine gun at the long tongue that was tied to his wrist.

He pulled the trigger and fired!

The muzzle of the electromagnetic gun condensed another point of light. Then, the electromagnetic beam shot through the tongue.

It was as if a knife had been stabbed into butter. There was no sluggishness at all.

However, after this shot was fired, the long tongue suddenly trembled and became stronger.

Johnson felt like his hand was going to be ripped off, but this did not make him stop shooting.

In a life and death situation, whoever was more ruthless would survive.

If anyone relaxed, they would not be far from death.

Holding back the sharp pain in his arm, Johnson roared and squeezed the trigger repeatedly.

Beams of light poured out like water, perforating the tongue.

With a swish, the long tongue completely broke apart, and the powerful pulling force disappeared without a trace.

Johnson gritted his teeth and kept his Electromagnetic Machine Gun, before using his right hand to quickly untie the tongue tied to his left hand.

The broken tongue did not have much strength left. Furthermore, the sticky liquid on the tongue made it very wet and slippery. It was easily taken off.

Johnson took out his Electromagnetic Machine Gun once again after freeing himself and rushed out of the green smoke.

However, the Smoker had already escaped and disappeared without a trace.

Johnson looked around coldly.

Except for the shopping mall that had been turned into a mess by the Electromagnetic Machine Gun, no other zombies or humans could be found.

"F**k!"

Johnson cursed under his breath.

This was the first time he had suffered such a huge loss since coming to this world.

But in the end, it was because he was not cautious enough.

If he had waited for the Geocentric Gravity Enhancement Device to be ready before going out, this would never have happened.

Johnson turned back to look at the scene.

The green smoke slowly dispersed, and Johnson finally understood what had happened.

It turned out that the tongue had actually looped around the metal pillar.

Therefore, no matter how Johnson shot within the smoke, he would not have hit the Smoker.

Its main body had already gone into hiding.

Johnson felt like he had been played.

And furthermore fooled by a zombie.

He narrowed his eyes and left the department store with a cold face, directly returning to the factory.

The door opened very quickly. Monica, who was originally happy at his return, immediately turned pale with fright when she saw the blood on Johnson's body.

"What happened to you? Are you hurt?"

Hearing the word 'injured', Delia walked over, a slightly surprised look on her face.

Because very few people in this world would be injured.

They would either be bitten by zombies and wait to die, or be bitten to death on the spot.

Incidents like what happened to Johnson were rare.

Noticing their gazes, Johnson waved his hand,

"I'm fine."

He quickly walked to the Mechanic's Workbench, took out the finished Geocentric Gravity Enhancement Device before leaving the factory.

"Stay at home. I'll be back soon."

Johnson immediately headed for the department store once again after leaving behind this sentence.

He had to kill this Smoker today!

Monica looked at Johnson's back and tears flowed out from the corner of her eyes.

In her mind, Johnson could always solve all problems.

She had never seen him suffer.

She did not expect to get so badly injured when he went out this time.

Thus, she was very worried about him.

But when Johnson insisted on going out for the second time, she didn't know what to do.

She wanted to stop him, but she didn't want to incur his ire.

Hence, she felt troubled and conflicted.

Instinctively, she turned to look at Delia.

Although she was somewhat hostile to Delia, now was not the time to care about such things.

"Do you think I should go and help?" Monica asked with a frown.

Delia glanced at Monica's expression.

She wasn't lying. The woman in front of him really wanted to help.

However, Delia shook her head.

"I don't think you'll be much help even if you follow. Johnson still needs to split his attention to protect you. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

These words did not sound nice. It was as if they were insinuating that Monica was useless in such a scenario.

Unfortunately, that was the truth.

Monica also knew that she would not be able to help. Instead, she would be a burden to Johnson. As such, she could only give up the thought of going out to help.

Instead, she clasped his hands together and prayed for Johnson.

Seeing this, Delia couldn't help but feel curious.

What ability did that man have to make this woman so devoted to him?