Chapter 21: Guns

Even in his own apartment, Ray had already found Jose and Grace. Then this King must have been awakened as well.

He was already a strong man previously. Imagine how strong he has become after awakening, even if it is the lower class?

Ray had to be absolutely careful while acting on him.

Thinking of this, he took out the machete. In his waist, there was a string of knives attached to it, and on the other hand, there was a pan.

The pan was a good blunt weapon with a large surface area.

It could be used both to destroy undead while also being used for defense and against other humans. It didn't need as much precise control as the knives.

"Why did you two come back so quickly?"

A deep voice came from the cottage.

The two's leg strength seemed to give out as they tremblingly knelt on the floor.

"Please forgive us boss, there, there..."

The one doing the explaining's eyes widened in horror. His voice choked, not because of his horrified expression, but because he was lifted in the air like a helpless chicken.

"Look at me."

The henchman violently coughed as he tried to swat away the hand that was blocking his windpipe.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the strength to do it.

His pupils widened as the face of a rough man with a peculiar scar on his face appeared in front of him, filled with a ferocious look that seemed to slaughter you the next moment you did something wrong to him.

The man's gaze was cold as he slowly started to tighten the grip on his hand. He was large compared to the height of these two ruffians, when compared as children to him.

So when the man lifted him, he could only flail his arms and legs helplessly like fish out of the water.

King looked coldly as the grip gradually tightened around his neck.

His lungs gave out, and the windpipe in his neck squeezed to the limit.

At first, he flailed around with all his strength, however, King was unmoving, coldly gripping without even a single flinch.

"This baby's should be enough for me to take care of anyone," King grinned, with his smile reaching his eyes.

"Haha, I thought I would never be allowed to use this baby, but I didn't even think that in just a few days the apocalypse would come, and I would become king in this world."

"Wait for me, those who betrayed me. I will definitely come after you. Those damn bastards who have betrayed me."

He got out of the room after keeping the Glock tied to his waist and an AK strapped to his back, while not minding the woman's expression, whose eyes seemed to have become entirely vacant.

Their chests still heaved up and down, but their hair was disheveled, and their condition could be said to be the worst that could be made, like a lab rat in a cage.

You can wonder how a human being could treat another human being like this.

Unfortunately, people are too many in the world, and some have gone to the bottom of humanity, leaving all their humanity to the gutter.

Just as he got out of the room, his expression changed in seconds. His nose twitched, and a scowl formed on his face.

"Smell of blood."

The next moment, his mind became incredibly active, and he looked around, taking out his Glock-19 with a serious expression.

Although he is already powerful after being awakened, he still believed in the power of guns rather than his fist because it was simply the fact.

Maybe at some point, when the advancement reaches the limit, there will be some changes where the awakener would be entirely immune to firearms, but for this initial stage, almost all the awakeners were vulnerable to it.

The boss looked around the place, then slowly walked out with his Glock-19 pointing out, his eyes vigilantly looking around the surrounding.

Suddenly, he spotted a red liquid in the ground.

"Blood?" He crouched down and touched the blood, smelling it.

"Did that guy die?"

The boss gritted his teeth.

"Hey whoever you are, get out of here." King roared in fury, with his spits flying out.

Silence!

There was no response, complete silence.