Although it has a dramatically improved sensory ability and physical fitness due to its ability, the use of firearms is not just based on physical ability.

The fixed target can quickly lock on to the target and complete the efficient shooting by relying on the keen senses brought by the deformation.

But moving targets is a different story!

After all, it is a non-moving target, no matter how far away it is, it is just a piece of cake for a businessman whose eyesight and balance have been inhumanly improved at this time, but the moving target is not like this.

Compared to a fixed target, if you want to shoot a moving target, you need to rely more on physical ability, but on experience and feeling.

Experience points fed with lots of bullets and actual combat, as well as a sense of shooting that you are born with or have worked hard to develop.

Of course, it's not about the feeling of the beast's intuition, the beast doesn't use a gun.

"Since there is no way to use this weapon well, it would be nice to change it!" The merchant threw away the most powerful weapon in his hand in an instant!

Leaning down, he rushed to the black mole man......

'Idiot! At this time, just suppress me and approach slowly, then I will definitely die! The man with the mole thought happily.

However, when he clenched the machete in his hand and turned to face the merchant behind him with a surprised expression like a rebirth after a catastrophe, such a sense of contempt and superiority disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In its place was endless trepidation and trepidation.

"No matter who it is, the first time I see the way I look now, I must have this expression......," the merchant thought to himself, although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, but after the actual happening, he could not be as calm and calm as he expected.

"What the hell are you monster?!" The man with the black mole screamed hysterically, his eyeballs, which looked like they were going to burst with bulging veins and nerves at any moment, were filled with fear that they were on the verge of collapse.

The merchant lowered his eyes slightly, a dim divine light flickering in his eyes, and he did not answer the question of the enemy in front of him, but only lowered his head slightly, and spat out a hot breath from between his sharp teeth.

The low gasp was like a hungry beast, and even if he didn't see the eyes of the merchant, the black mole man still couldn't hide the fear of death from the biological instinct in his heart.

Faced with predators along the food chain, no matter what kind of animal they are, even humans can feel trembling and fear.

The unbearable pressure forces the man with a black mole to resist instinctively, and of course, it is not an effective resistance.

"Ah......" Like a beast trapped in a desperate situation, the only remaining enemy rushed towards the merchant with a machete held high, and at the same time did not forget to grab the surrounding things casually, regardless of the three, seven, twenty-one, and throw at the merchant.

At that time, these things that seemed to be at least distracting could only be used as props for merchants to experiment with the sharpness of their claws.

There was no lag, no harsh sound, just broken goods that had been neatly cut like tofu, scattered all over the ground, and there was a sound of "ding".

"It's useless, although there may still be some risks in dealing with mutated and strengthened monsters like zombies, but in the face of ordinary humans, they will definitely not be at a disadvantage!" The merchant whispered as he walked towards the panicked black mole man step by step.

"It's just that I don't know if I, who can say these things now, am still human......" the merchant thought to himself, a little bitter and confused.

As if he hadn't heard the merchant's words, the black mole man was still screaming hoarsely, staggering back step by step with the approaching merchant's footsteps, until he retreated to the glass window, which was also made of tempered glass, and then stopped his panicked footsteps.

However, men with black moles obviously don't like this situation.

"Finally stopped?" Looking at the enemy who was about to lose control of the excretory system, the merchant sneered and said, "Then, quickly disappear from this unknown world, you dregs of society!" ”

With a simple wave of his hand, his slender fingers like a woman swiped across the neck of the person in front of him, and then he didn't even look at the final result, so he turned around slowly, picked up the backpack that rolled to his feet at some point, and walked towards the door.

"Sneer......"

It wasn't until the merchant walked to the edge of another shelf that had not yet fallen that the man behind him completely lost his center of gravity and slowly collapsed on the ground full of goods and debris.

At some point, a neat diagonal line was drawn on his rough neck, completely splitting his entire head and body in two.

With a wanton spray of blood, the ugly human head rolled to the side. The round eyes seem to be indicting the injustice of the world, or the fear of one's own life and suffering in the impending hell.

"You deserve it!" The merchant said softly, and at the same time tightened the backpack on his shoulders, and walked slowly towards the door with slightly heavy steps.

"Tick ......"

There was another mechanical and rigid electronic sound, which seemed unusually harsh in the convenience store that had returned to silence.

The merchant who walked out of the convenience store turned back into a cheetah in its full form.

With two bloated and heavy backpacks on his slender and sturdy back, he ignored the few zombies around him who might have come from the smell of blood from the battle just now, and went straight to his next target, the big pharmacy.

However, compared to the convenience store right on the doorstep, it is obvious that pharmacies that do not have such a large market demand are a little farther away from here.

After running at high speed for more than a kilometer, the merchant found the pharmacy where even the electronic signboard on the wall was in tatters.

"It's miserable...... the merchant sighed as he looked at the mutilated bones piled up at the door.

The corpses that had not been completely devoured made the merchant very sure that there had been a fierce battle here not long ago.

It was so intense that these zombies, who only had the concept of 'eating', had no spare time to stop and enjoy their only pleasure.

What surprised the merchant even more was that as far as his eyes could see, there were even two corpses that were obviously zombies, although they had already become fragmented at this time, but the merchant was still very sure of his judgment.

Shrugging his nose and sniffing the smell of blood slowly wafting through the air, the merchant carefully lowered the bag on his back, and then clinged to the tight wall, slowly approaching the door of the pharmacy that was now ajar.

The tongue protruded slightly from between the sharp teeth, licking the somewhat pale and chapped lips, and the corners of the mouth hooked up into an excited grin.

'Let me see what residues are polluting the clear air here......

It wasn't until he approached the door that he heard an indiscernible breathing sound in the pharmacy through his keen hearing.

'It's a bit heavy, it looks like it's either been a strenuous exercise or it's too stressful......,' thought the merchant as he listened to the panting sound in his ears.

Of course, another possibility is not ruled out......

Or is this guy hurt?!" ’

Although the smell of blood in the air has become very faint with the circulation of the air and the passage of time, to the point that it is difficult for ordinary humans to detect, it is still as obvious to the merchant as the smell of sewage in the gutter.

So the merchant couldn't be sure what the only living person in it was, but that didn't prevent him from making a decision, a decision that had already been made before.

No one can stop me from living! The merchant thought as he slowly made his way through the half-open door.