Chapter 75: Chapter 75 – Clearing the Police Station

Click! BOOOMM!!

... An explosion rang loudly, sending bits of flesh everywhere. The shockwave blew everything away, knocking the shelf down and destroying Rocket's upper body.

Max's ears were ringing due to the deafening sound. He was in pain, but he was smiling in satisfaction.

Pulling his body up, he saw the aftermath of the explosion and scoffed.

"Hah! That's how you kill Rocket in close range. Did you guys see my knife skill? Pretty cool, huh?"

— MF! You killed him with a grenade and still looked arrogant!

— Knife your dream! That's a freaking grenade

— How irritating. He's so lucky when he needs it but unlucky when he plays in a breeze.

— POG! GG

— That grenade throw was beautiful

Some viewers complained about his finishing. But who cared about it? At least Max didn't.

"Kill is a kill. Don't complain about something trivial. You won't be popular with ladies." Max tried to poke fun at his viewers.

And he got a response.

— Said someone who is maidenless

— You are also single

— kekw, I am married already. Too bad!

"Shut up. Let's clear the other enemies and make shelter already. I bet the others are just normal zombies. It should be easy-peasy lemon squeezy."

— What the heck was that?

— Yikes... cringe

— Please, just stay as Breeze and don't be cringe

— I think he hit his head. AMBULANCE! CALL AN AMBULANCE!

— Nee-naw nee-naw nee naw– Streetchhh!! Sorry, it seems that his head has been like this since the start!

— Oh no, he's entering a dangerous area! Call 911!

— Sorry, we are not dealing with cringe crime! Call a firefighter instead!

— It's no use!

Max felt embarrassed at once. His face turned slightly red after the chat made fun of it, and he gritted his teeth. Thankfully, the low light hid that fact, and he quickly changed the topic to run away from their teasing.

— All good! I can see the surroundings without any problem

— I trust the VR-integrated camera. It has no problem, and we can see as if it's a day!

— I forgot Breeze is a newbie. We can set the brightness personally, so just go ahead and begin the massacre.

"Alright." He nodded and took a deep breath, bracing himself for the next battle. It wouldn't be easy. "Let's do this."

Having all his preparations done, Max walked past the broken entrance and entered the room. At a glance, it was filled with zombies. There were at least 20, or even 30 of them. He wasn't sure and only managed to pick up their numbers from their glowing eyes.

Without hesitation, Max pointed his gun at them and began to pull the trigger a few times.

Bang bang bang!

Five bullets flew toward the zombies. Four of them hit right between their eyebrows, but one strayed from the original path and only hit one zombie's shoulder, causing it to stumble down and pull the other zombies down.

Seeing a good opportunity, Max grabbed the Molotov from his bag and threw it toward the few zombies on the floor, shooting the bottle when it was mid-air to increase the burning range.

Bang!

The fire spread immediately, covering half of the room. Zombies' flesh and pus made them easier to burn. The room turned bright instantly, giving Max enough light to see clearly where the rest of the zombies were.

"Hahahaha! BURN! BURRRNNN!!" Max laughed loudly as he lunged into the perfectly fine zombie, piercing the knife through its skull. "Eighteen more! It's doable. Come here, rotting motherlicker!" He licked his lips and continued his rampage.

He didn't squander his handgun at all. The bullets flew around, killing the burned zombies without stopping. The sound of air getting cut by a sharp knife also rang every once in a while among the zombies' groans.

Click click!

At some point, the mag was empty, and he couldn't use his gun anymore. There were still around 8 zombies, and they were all marching toward him with their burned bodies.

"Ah... Fun is over."

Just as he said that, Max immediately reloaded his gun with a skilled movement, changing the magazine to the one he had in his pocket. Only two seconds were needed to reload the handgun, and he calmly aimed at those incoming zombies.

"Goodbye." He said, pulling the trigger eight times and killing the remaining zombies. Smoke rose from the muzzle as he brought it back, blowing onto it softly, "And welcome, my 9,600 diamonds."

[Mission completed!]

[9,600 diamonds have been donated!]

[Zombielord has donated 200 diamonds!]

[Youngmaster has donated 300 diamonds!]

[SlappedMC has donated 300 diamonds!]

[GG! That was a beautiful Molotov Work]

— GG!

— POG