Chapter 65: Not a Single One Left

A crowd of nine people rushed out from both sides of the road, five of them holding guns, the rest each holding makeshift weapons.

Three Colt 1911s, one Type 54 pistol plus one bolt-action sniper.

The leader was a gaunt man with a grim expression, while the others followed behind in khaki work uniforms.

Two people aimed their handguns at the off‑road vehicle's interior, while the other two each aimed their guns at Jing Tian and Zhang Tie.

In the distance, the man with the bolt‑action sniper hid behind the door of a scrap car.

The gun barrels were badly worn, the shooting stance was proper but the men were lax, showing no signs of professional training.

Based on their clothing, Jing Tian instantly judged that the crowd before him were likely members of a shooting range or club.

His heart sank.

He slowly rose to his feet, arms spread outward, knees slightly bent, ready to exert force at any moment.

Identifying an enemy's weapon and reacting within two seconds is a basic quality of a soldier.

"Boss, you'd better not say this trick actually works."

"Another bunch of idiots took the bait."

The man holding the Type 54 pistol stubbed out his cigarette, glanced contemptuously at Jing Tian, then turned to the leader and said.

The gaunt man gave a light laugh:

"Don't waste words, keep an eye on that big guy."

"If he moves, I'll shoot him dead."

He looked at Zhang Tie; his 1.9‑meter stature alone gave him enough intimidation.

Get your people down, don't dawdle.

And you, don't even think about moving. You think I can't tell you're a soldier?

Jing Tian's heart sank; the leader before him was extremely cautious, his Colt never leaving his brow.

What to do?

He had planned to rush in when the distance closed and seize a gun, but it seemed difficult to do so.

He realized that because he had wanted to get out of the car to save someone, this gang had found an opportunity.

He only felt bitter regret, that his own recklessness had harmed everyone.

But he failed to notice Zhang Tie beside him, wearing a strange expression, lazily standing there unconcerned.

"Damn it, don't think Laozi dares not shoot—put your hands on your head, hear me?"

Zhang Tie ignored the crowd's demeanor, angering the man aiming at him; the man with a braid had a sunken forehead, looking Southeast Asian.

He waved his handgun, but his kick to Zhang Tie's back had no effect.

Team channel.

"Captain Lin, why don't you let me go up and crush them?"

"Just these few bugs, I can kill them all in a second."

"Jing Tian hasn't seen us in action yet; I bet he's panicking."

Lin An gave a light laugh; indeed.

Besides seeing Huang Gang act, Jing Tian had never witnessed an Awakened One in action.

By the time he woke up, everything was settled.

In his mind he had no concept of an Awakened One's strength, and might even think Zhang Tie was the strongest in the team.

So when faced with armed thugs, he instinctively felt a great threat.

After all, a flesh‑and‑body cannot possibly be stronger than a bullet.

Lin An glanced at Jing Tian outside and casually said:

"Since the Apocalypse broke out, Jing Tian has had no contact with the outside world; I want him to experience this, to heighten his alertness."

"In his past life, Lin An had seen many of these "phishing" schemes, and many powerful Awakened Ones have fallen for them."

"And you, don't mention him—if I weren't here, wouldn't you have gotten out of the car yourself?"

Zhang Tie gave an embarrassed chuckle twice; he simply didn't take these people seriously.

"Guns? Maybe in an ordinary person's eyes they're deadly weapons."

"But for Lin An—no, even in his eyes—"

Right now, the guns in these people's hands are hardly different from toys—unless they aim at his forehead and eyes, they might not hurt him.

If he activates Bear Transformation, bullets of this caliber hitting him would feel like a tickle.

Inside the car, Mo Ling slept with eyes closed, unmoved, while Liu Shiming shrank back in panic.

In his mind, Brother Lin was strong, but—

He glanced at the armed people outside, still unable to suppress a hint of fear.

"That's a gun…! It's over—Brother Lin couldn't outrun a bullet even if he were faster."

He couldn't help but wear a tear‑stained face, constantly glancing at Lin An.

"Zhang Tie, hold back your strike. I want this incident to leave a deep impression on him, to let him see human nature in the Apocalypse."

"Sure thing, Captain Lin! Should I put on an act?"

Lin An didn't reply, simply closed his eyes to rest.

He actually still hadn't told Zhang Tie that among this group there was a hidden Awakened One.

Indeed, his squad's strength is formidable; at this stage, only a third‑rank mutant ability could threaten him.

But what about the future?

The players' strength will inevitably rise, and even the zombies will gradually mutate.

Zhang Tie's personality is too reckless; Lin An also intends to let him grow more cautious.

In the Apocalypse, the threatening ones are not just Zombies.

Often, those who want to kill you are also humans.

"That little white face inside, get out, Laozi! Pretending to be dead, huh?!"

The scar-faced man holding a gun, aiming at the off-road vehicle, slapped the window and loudly cursed Lin An, who had his eyes closed inside the vehicle.

Another person grabbed Liu Shiming from the car door opened by Zhang Tie and dragged him to the ground.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

Liu Shiming, dragged out of the car, clutched his head with both hands, curled up on the ground, desperately begging for mercy.

It's over, this time it's really over.

An Jing Tian watched his companion being dragged out of the car, Lin An had a gun pressed to his forehead, feeling immense grief and anger, even Zhang Tie beside him stood there dazed, at a loss.

His fists clenched tightly.

It's all my fault!

The scene of AnXia being bullied while I was powerless flashed before my eyes.

How similar.

Why! Why do I have no power!

The leading man glanced at the already-controlled interior of the vehicle, then walked straight to Jing Tian.

"Bang!"

He viciously kicked Jing Tian's knee, causing An Jing Tian's legs to go weak and his body to stagger.

Among those present, only An Jing Tian looked threatening, his demeanor like that of a soldier.

As for Zhang Tie?

The big fool had one hand cut off, probably scared silly.

The pale-faced one inside the car was even more frightened, pretending to be dead; as for the little girl and Liu Shiming, they were even less threatening—no threat at all.

"I fucking told you to kneel, did you hear?"

"You want to resist, huh? You think I don't know you want to seize the gun? I'll kill your companion right now!"

"Boss, I'll just kill this guy."

"Fucking, you worthless thing still pretending to be dead with your eyes closed? You're really a damn softie!"

The gunman with his gun pressed to Lin An's forehead cursed as he opened the safety.

An Jing Tian gave a bitter laugh, knowing that if he didn't give up resistance and kneel, they would really shoot Lin An dead to establish their authority.

A man's knees hold gold—that is dignity.

If Lin An weren't threatened, he would rather die than kneel.

Humiliation, despair.

His knees slowly lowered to the ground.

"Zhang Tie!"

Lin An instantly opened his eyes, a fierce killing intent flashing in his depths.

Letting An Jing Tian endure this much is enough, but if these people want to humiliate his brother, he will absolutely not continue to temper Jing Tian just to let him suffer humiliation.

"Fucking, I became strong to protect the people I want to protect, bringing my own people to live well."

"If it's really just to temper Jing Tian further and make him lose his dignity, then he's an idiot!"

"Even the Heavenly King Laozi couldn't imagine letting my brother kneel!"

"Start killing! Leave none!"

"Got it, Captain Lin!"

Zhang Tie turned, his previously dazed expression suddenly turning into a cruel smile; although he had only acted for less than half a minute, he still felt somewhat displeased.

"What trash, dare to curse my boss!"

"You, Grandpa Zhang, will have your shit squeezed out before you stop being a Zhang!"

The road beneath his feet suddenly cracked.

He instantly burst forth with speed beyond human limits, rushing to An Jing Tian's side.

"Bang!"

His right hand slammed down; the man holding a Type 94 pistol had his skull shattered instantly, his 1.7-meter frame crushed to less than half a meter, brain matter mingling with blood spraying out.

Brutal, ruthless.

Zhang Tie suddenly erupted in killing, shocking everyone; instinctively, everyone turned their guns toward the two and opened fire.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Gunfire rang out like continuous firecrackers.

Zhang Tie reacted in an instant, directly blocking in front of Jing Tian.

Blood splattered everywhere.

An Jing Tian's eyes nearly burst with rage, Zhang Tie actually shielded him directly in front, blocking all the bullets for him.

"Zhang... Zhang Tie!"

He instinctively supported Zhang Tie's back, his eye sockets red.

Zhang Tie, who shielded him from the front, was hit by over a dozen bullets; blood slowly seeped from the dense bullet holes in his broad chest.

Grief and indignation intertwined.

"Hehe."

Before he could react, Zhang Tie suddenly turned his head and grinned at Jing Tian.

"Bro, don't be scared, just a tickle."

The whole venue fell dead silent.