In the blink of an eye, a well-built, full-fleshed adult man was drained dry, reduced to skin and bone, his skin covered in deep wrinkles, emitting a raspy sound from his throat before slumping softly to the ground.

Witnessing this horrific scene, the surrounding crowd shuddered. A regiment-level commander reacted swiftly, bellowing, "Fire together! Kill this monster!!"

Everyone snapped back to awareness and hurriedly pulled their triggers, unleashing a barrage toward the creature. Facing such heavy gunfire, even if this monster was immensely powerful, it was instantly riddled with holes.

However...

A bizarre sight unfolded: the blood erupting from the monster’s wounds vanished almost instantly, healing completely as if nothing had ever happened.

"How can this be?"

"Damn it! Can’t we kill it?"

"If bullets can’t kill it, do we have to use grenades?"

Everyone stared at the Chushuguai (Touching-Rat Monster) in stunned horror.

Ye Chen, standing amidst the crowd, frowned slightly. "The physical structure of this Chushuguai is quite peculiar. Its nemesis is saltwater; upon contact with it, its entire body rots away. Against ordinary attacks, it can heal its wounds simply by absorbing blood."

"Unless..."

Ye Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly. He raised his handgun and aimed directly at the monster's brow center.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Twelve shots in rapid succession! Every single one found its mark!

These twelve bullets did not trace a straight line toward a single point; instead, they dispersed: nine shots aimed at the cranium, two at the eyes, and one at the nose! Twelve consecutive rounds, all striking Ye Chen's intended targets. For a soldier of ordinary constitution, the recoil from twelve successive pistol shots would have numbed the arm.

In an instant, the monster’s head exploded, as if a bomb had been buried inside, spraying gore everywhere.

Ye Chen's hand did not stop there. It continued to flick towards the Chushuguai’s neck. He fired three more shots before the magazine emptied—but this was precisely within his calculations. He knew exactly how many rounds remained. As he fired the third shot, almost the moment his finger depressed the trigger, another finger pressed a button on the side of the pistol. The empty magazine slid out automatically, and the fresh magazine held in his other hand slotted in with lightning speed.

The entire process flowed like water, seamless and utterly uninterrupted.

Against the combined assault of so many attackers, the Chushuguai could not unleash its full speed. Even if it did, under Ye Chen’s vision, his movements were clearly traceable, allowing for easy targeting.

The onlookers only saw Ye Chen's handgun shaking faster than a machine gun, spitting sparks, while the Chushuguai’s body detonated piece by piece, exploding sequentially rather than being merely pierced.

If any expert in firing techniques had witnessed this, they would have been utterly shocked, for this was an incredibly terrifying firing method, one that existed only in legend. In the former peaceful era, no one could achieve it; it was theoretically possible, nothing more.

In short: Explosive Kill!

The so-called "explosive" technique relied on forward and backward propulsion of the arm, demanding extremely high strength. Even with Ye Chen's current physique, executing it was taxing, leaving his arm aching slightly.

The surrounding crowd stared, dumbfounded. If they hadn't seen him holding a real handgun, they would have sworn he was firing a cannon—it was that breathtaking.

Ten seconds!

In that brief flash, the Chushuguai’s head was pulverized, killed beyond any recovery. This was one of the methods for powerfully eliminating a Chushuguai.

As the monster’s body swayed and crashed to the ground, everyone looked at Ye Chen as if he were the real monster.

This was a Level 12 monster! And a mutated new variant at that! Even ordinary Level 12 monsters could not be dispatched by standard handguns! Yet, he held only a Type 64 pistol!

Many regimental commanders, who had been smugly admiring their impressive automatic weapons and basking in the envious gazes of others, now found those looks piercingly unbearable.

It was devastating.

The commanders felt the urge to weep. A small Type 64 pistol proved more lethal than their machine guns. If he were given an automatic weapon, how terrifying would he become?

"Roar, roar..."

Zombie rats poured out of the sewer passage, startling everyone back to action. They immediately opened fire. After about ten minutes, no more monsters emerged from the sewers, and everyone knew the mission was finally complete.

"Woo—"

The sound of an exhaust pipe echoed from a distance. A luxurious BMW approached. The personnel manning the blockade quickly opened the barrier and stood respectfully at attention, rendering a military salute.

The car slowly stopped. The door opened, and a handsome young man stepped out. His eyes were bright and piercing, his hair cut short like a buzz cut. As he walked forward, everyone noticed he was wearing camouflage fatigues, with a large saber strapped to his back—a truly imposing and dashing figure. He presented no identification, yet the blockade personnel showed such deference, indicating he must have immense authority. They quickly parted ways for him.

"Look, the emblem on that car?"

"A license plate marked with the character 'General'? Holy cow, that's a General!"

"Why is such a high-ranking figure coming here?"

On the luxury BMW's license plate, following the letter "H," was the character "" (General), signifying a General-class vehicle. Such vehicles were extremely rare in the entire base city.

The surrounding soldiers, captains, and even regimental commanders all respectfully cleared a path, watching the handsome youth with awe. In the base city, a General was equivalent to an Elder, only mobilized for major events. Every General was considered the wealth of the base city.

The battalion currently has 108 personnel! Every Major General manages two battalions! Normally, they issue orders and guide strategy from afar, rarely engaging personally.

The handsome youth wore a slight smile. He approached the edge of the sewer opening, glanced at the blood-soaked water inside and the corpses scattered around, a hint of bloodlust in his eyes. He turned to several commanders standing nearby, identifiable by the three stripes on their chests, and said, "The mission here is concluded. Everyone return to your posts. I have orders from higher command to investigate the sewer depths and ensure no powerful monsters remain hidden inside."

Everyone nodded in agreement, amazement etched on their faces. Who knew what kind of monster might be lurking in those sewers? To dare to descend personally showed how profoundly powerful he must be!

"Come!" The young Major General extended his hand.

A burly man beside him, seemingly an aide, immediately handed him an assault rifle.

The young Major General clipped the magazine onto his gear and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, stepped into the sewer passage.

Ye Chen observed that this youth was not a New Human, yet his inherent strength was considerable, likely reaching the level of a Level 10 New Human. Perhaps someone close to him had become a Human Evolver and, by hunting many Dark Creatures, had artificially boosted his physical constitution.

In the base city, utilizing weapons like rocket launchers and automatic rifles, provided one possesses sufficient strength, killing zombie hordes is often more than ten times faster than hacking away with a fire axe one by one.

"With this young man’s constitution, as long as he doesn't run into a Level 15 monster in the sewer, he should be relatively safe. Even if he can't win, he can escape," Ye Chen mused internally. Although the youth himself was only Level 10 in constitution, his armament could significantly amplify his combat effectiveness. If his firing skills were sharp, he could even execute the 'Bullet Chain' skill.

As the young Major General disappeared into the tunnel, the rest of the personnel dispersed, heading first to the Information Department to collect their monster kill tallies, which they would then use at the military barracks to claim military merit.

Ye Chen casually tossed aside his handgun and turned toward the Information Department. After the rapid-fire 'Explosive Kills' just executed, the internal mechanism of the pistol was already warped. Continuing to use it would easily lead to misfires or even the gun exploding. After all, every firearm has operational limits—for example, the maximum number of rounds it can discharge in ten seconds. Exceeding this limit means the weapon is being overworked. Such extreme use would only happen when the pistol was in the hands of someone with Ye Chen’s physique; an ordinary person could never achieve such terrifying firing speeds.