C12 American Soldier

Hearing Wei Peng's urgent explanation, a pang of sympathy tightened Han Feng's heart; he couldn't help but feel for the kid.

Han Feng was no fool; he clearly understood Wei Peng's motives.

"It's okay, get some rest," Han Feng reassured him, his gaze shifting to the air nailer in Wei Peng's grasp.

The air nailer's range was limited, and it was practically useless for precision. But against a solitary zombie at close quarters, it was as good as a handgun.

"Let me take a look at your air nailer," Han Feng requested.

He inspected the air nailer upon receiving it. It looked similar to a handgun, albeit significantly heavier.

"This air nailer can hold up to 300 nails at a time, and I've got a few more bundles here," Wei Peng explained from the back seat.

"You and Liu Rui stay in the car and wait for me; I'll need to borrow your air nailer temporarily," Han Feng said, introducing Liu Rui to the Wei sisters, signaling for them to stay put inside the vehicle.

Han Feng had already spotted the gas station in the distance.

After exchanging a few words of caution, they refrained from further conversation.

"We'll park here; I can get back quickly if needed," Han Feng told Liu Rui before stepping out of the car, followed by two mobilized soldiers.

"Don't fire any shots soon. We need to make this quick," Han Feng instructed the soldiers as they neared the gas station.

Firing a gun at a gas station was asking for trouble—if it exploded, it would be the end of them.

Armed with fire axes, the two soldiers accompanied Han Feng, who was cradling the air nailer, into the gas station.

A handful of zombies roamed the area—five near the pumps and three inside the convenience store.

Han Feng, air nailer ready, moved in to take out the ones outside first.

"Bang!" The air nailer discharged with a loud noise...

"Damn it!" Han Feng swore under his breath.

Even without gunpowder, the air nailer's pneumatic discharge was still far from silent.

"Get to work!" Han Feng abandoned the notion of taking down the zombies by himself.

Seconds later, the soldiers had cleared the gas station of the undead.

Han Feng gestured to Liu Rui to bring the car over, then led the Winter Soldier into the convenience store.

Luckily, the gas station was a good distance from the city center, with few people in the vicinity.

Plus, the air nailer made some noise, but it was nothing compared to the blast of a pistol.

All in all, hardly any zombies wandered over to stir up trouble.

Any stragglers were swiftly dealt with by Han Feng's lookout.

The operation was a smooth success.

Once Liu Rui topped off the gas, Han Feng emerged from the convenience store.

Behind him, the Winter Soldier hauled away the zombie carcasses, tossing them aside.

Regrouping, Han Feng pointed to the store and instructed, "I spotted some canned goods inside. Let's load them into the car."

"Focus on water, canned goods, energy bars, instant noodles, crackers, and the like." Han Feng noticed Wai Yun picking up jelly and gently reminded her to prioritize.

"Boss Han! You've got to see this!" Wai Peng called out from behind a shelf.

Han Feng hurried over, his heart leaping with joy.

A mini fire station! It wasn't the firefighting gear that caught Han Feng's eye, but the four neatly placed fire axes!

With the two axes they already had, they now had six in total—one for each person. Fate was smiling on them! Han Feng broke the glass to retrieve the axes and distributed them.

Liu Rui also had good news: four fuel drums, each holding 25 liters!

To accommodate the drums, Han Feng had to clear some space in the trunk.

Tanks filled and supplies loaded, Han Feng grinned with satisfaction, knowing they had enough to last several days.

The only downside was the absence of any other survivors...

"Let's head home," Han Feng told the group.

On the journey back, they encountered a few lone zombies, all of which Han Feng dispatched single-handedly.

This left a profound impression on the Wei siblings. Despite having bodyguards, they found themselves stepping into the fray.

"Sis, why does Boss Han insist on taking out the zombies himself?" Wai Peng asked Wai Yun, clearly puzzled.

"He's honing his skills. He always says that in the end times, it's better to depend on yourself than anyone else," Wai Yun explained, casting a hopeful glance at her brother, wishing for him to become self-reliant.

What they didn't realize was...

Han Feng was actually racking up gold coins!

Each zombie was worth ten gold coins! With the solitary ones posing less danger, Han Feng preferred not to waste his soldiers on them.

Little did they know, their brother's actions appeared so noble in the Wei siblings' eyes.

And unbeknownst to Han Feng, his strength and reflexes had improved significantly...

Exhausted from the morning's skirmishes, Han Feng collapsed onto the couch as soon as he got back to Liu Rui's place. He peeked at the neat sum of three hundred gold coins in his pocket and couldn't help but feel elated. At this pace, he'd have that radar up and running in no time!

"Liu Rui, whip up some instant noodles, will you? I'm starving," Han Feng requested, sitting up with a groan.

"I'll take care of the cooking. You all rest," Wai Yun offered before Liu Rui could respond.

"You know how to cook?" Han Feng asked, turning to Wai Yun.

"I... I do," Wai Yun admitted, a touch sheepishly.

"Perfect! You're on logistics from now on!" Han Feng declared, his excitement palpable. Nothing was more enticing than a good meal in the apocalypse.

Wai Yun headed to the kitchen, with Wai Peng following to lend a hand.

Meanwhile, Han Feng directed the soldiers in shuttling supplies to and from the storage trunk.

But just ten minutes after the soldiers had finished...

"Roar!" The growls from outside sent Han Feng leaping from the sofa.

This was bad. The unmistakable sound of zombies—and they were closing in fast!

"Wai Yun, Wai Peng, Liu Rui, hold down the fort! You two, with me!" Han Feng commanded, grabbing his air nailer and bolting out the door.

"Oh my god..." he muttered to himself upon seeing the horde outside.

Over a hundred zombies staggered toward him.

Where had this massive group come from? Han Feng was baffled as he surveyed the street now swarming with the undead.

"Winter Soldier and Number One, prepare for combat! Hold your fire until I give the command!" Han Feng issued the order and led the pair towards the encroaching zombies.

Clutching his air nailer, Han Feng felt a surge of bravery. The nailer's three hundred nails vastly outnumbered the bullets carried by the two conscripted soldiers.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Han Feng opened fire when the zombies were just a few meters away.

Regrettably, the air nailer's range and precision were disappointingly poor; it took Han Feng about four or five shots to down a single zombie.

Luckily, the sluggish pace of the zombies allowed Han Feng to keep retreating and shooting.

In no time, the few dozen meters had shrunk, and Han Feng, casting a glance at the home behind the conscripts, signaled them to engage in the fight.

The conscripted soldier held his fire, still awaiting Han Feng's explicit permission.

Wielding two firefighter axes, the conscript charged at the zombies, hacking away.

His bulging muscles and the sharp axes turned him into a human meat grinder, sending zombie parts scattering in all directions.

But how could just three men hold off such a horde of zombies?

The trio fought a retreating battle, and when they were merely ten meters from Liu Rui's house, Han Feng finally issued the command to open fire.

"Ratatatata!" Gunfire erupted suddenly.

Every bullet targeted the zombies' heads, as Han Feng had previously instructed the conscripts to aim for headshots.

The conscripts weren't snipers; they couldn't achieve headshots with every bullet. It took them two or three shots to take down each zombie.

As the conscripts' ammunition dwindled with over fifty zombies still advancing, Han Feng's anxiety peaked. In his panic, he glanced at his gold coins.

476 gold coins.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Han Feng hastened the firing rate of his air nailer.

At last, the gold coin count hit the 500 mark.

"System, summon the American soldiers! Confirm, confirm, confirm! Hurry up!!!" Han Feng didn't bother with the system's response, repeatedly pressing for confirmation.

"Click! Click!" The Winter Soldier's ammo ran out... followed shortly by the other conscript's last bullet.

"Grenades ready! Blow them open!" Han Feng yelled before swiftly taking cover behind the wall of Liu Rui's home.

"Boom!" The sound of a massive explosion filled the air.

Emerging from his hiding spot, Han Feng surveyed the scene—zombies strewn across the ground, the front line decimated by the blast wave.

"With fire axes, take them down!" Han Feng bellowed, advancing on the zombies with an air nailer, flanked by two mobilized soldiers for cover.

The rapid-fire chatter of submachine guns erupted from behind the undead horde.

Reinforcements had arrived—American soldiers! Energized as if by a shot of adrenaline, Han Feng's pace quickened, the air nailer in his hands a blur.

Caught in a deadly crossfire by the red alert soldiers, the zombie ranks thinned dramatically.

In less than fifteen minutes, the forty-odd zombies were completely annihilated.

Surveying the carnage, Han Feng clutched his air nailer, his breaths coming in heavy gasps.