The car sped through the road, avoiding various obstacles and zombies on the streets. Alvian pursed his lips slightly as he glanced at the rear mirror.
"He didn't purse?" He was slightly disappointed. But when he remembered the act of the man dodging a bullet aimed directly to his skull, his expression morphed to a frown as he contemplated.
It was definitely another player. But this guy was just too strong. Who dodges an unexpected bullet? Even he would be unable to dodge an unanticipated bullet heading towards his skull despite all the training he had received and his talents.
"Ding!"
He suddenly heard his phone ring out loudly. It was a message notification.
Alvian glanced at his pocket then back to the road. It had rang out lots of times already but he had ignored it. He needed to reach a safe place before he decides to check it out.
Driving on the familiar road to his street. Alvian slowly released his foot from the pedal, the car finally came to a stop.
In front of him were several cars lined up in a road block. And from Alvian's point of view, it was as though it had been deliberately placed there, to stop cars from moving through the streets, judging by the several dead bodies of the zombies littered on the ground with bullet holes on their bodies and skulls.
Without much change in expression, Alvian grabbed the Glock from the passager seat and placed it on his waist, hiding it with his loose shirt. While also taking the fire axe in hand.
Alvian didn't stop the engine though, he kept it running, he then stepped down from the car.
And walked forwards with a deadpan expression on his face.
Just after he had walked a meter forwards, several figures immediately jumped out the two bungalows at the side of the street.
More than 10 armed thugs with firearms quickly rushed out as they aimed their weapons at Alvian.
"Freeze or we will shoot!" a bald thug with a weird mouth starch said in a ferocious voice.
Alvian frowned slightly. They all had firearms with them, which meant they weren't ordinary thugs. Ordinary thugs wouldn't have enough firearm to support more than the 10 armed thugs.
Alvian stopped in his tracks and he raised his hands up, saying he was harmless.
"Drop the weapon! Do it now before I blow your fvcking brains out." another one of the thug yelled as he came forwards slightly, pointing the muzzle if the rifle towards Alvian's head.
Alvian glanced at the men and realized that there wasn't anyone fit to be called a leader amongst them. They seem to be just ordinary thugs that had somehow luckily gotten hold of some firearms. They weren't the slightest bit organised and their aiming skills should be terrible.
"Alright, calm down. I will drop the Axe, see?" Alvian said as he slowly knelt down, dropping the Axe and raised his hands back up.
"Good! We only want your fuel, and you can leave, okay." The rest of the thugs visibly relaxed as they saw Alvian was being cooperative.
"Haha. Look how scared he is." One of them said and the rest chortled in delight.
"Look how pale he had become at the sight of our guns. How did he even survive in the first place." Another mocked.
Three men went into one of the buildings and came out with a hose and a 10 litres container. While the rest were busy mocking Alvian for being a scaredy cat.
"Alright, step aside!" one of the more lanky of the thugs shouted to Alvian as he pointed his gun at him with a face of ridicule.
"If you take all of my fuel, how am I supposed to survive?" Alvian asked.
"That's your business not ours, now step aside least I litter this floor with your blood, you fvcking coward." the lanky thug threatened.
"Alright." Alvian replied cooperatively and stepped aside.
"Good, it's best you listen to us obediently." The thug said and continued to point his weapon at Alvian while the rest had opened up the Fuel port of the vehicle and had began to drain his fuel.
Upon seeing this, Alvian's eyes immediately hardened and with astonishing speed, he ran forwards at the one pointing the weapon at him.
"Bang!" The thug was obviously startled but was quite fast to react as he pulled the trigger.
Alvian pupils constricted and his body swayed to a hard left and then to the right, left, and a hard right.
It was the basic technique he had trained in to dodge bulles at close range. It was no different from hypnotising the opponent to shot in the wrong direction.
It might not against expert gun wielders but against this group of amateurs, it was almost perfect.
The bullet tore the side of Alvian's shirt, closely passing by the waist.
This was all Alvian needed. He instantly grabbed the rifle from the lanky thug's hands and slammed his kneels against his stomach.
"Ugh!" the thug bent down in pain but that was exactly what Alvian had planned.
"F*ck! All together. Kill that bastard!"
In a split second, the thug's were all startled and immediately opened fire without hesitation.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Alvian didn't mind them since he had a body shielding him. He could feel the body jolting, and spilling blood as the thugs opened fire. He turned towards the two people trying to drain his fuel.
It wasn't even up to a second, he had used his other hand to grab the pistol at the back of his waist. He pulled the trigger twice without hesitation.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two body with bloody holes in their heads immediately drop to the ground with the container and the hoes in their hands.
The remaining eight people were stunned and they immediately shouted. "Fvck! Damn him! Kill that motherfvcker! Kill him!!! Open fire!!!"
Without bothering if their aim was wrong or right, they spread open fire, shooting around the spot Alvian was hiding.
By this time, the body shielding Alvian from harm was no different from a beehive made of bullets.
Bending his body slightly, Alvian lifted the body off the ground slightly and peeked his head to the side. Confirming their location, he flipped the rifle from his left hand to his right and lodged it deeply against the body he was using to shield himself. He then opened fire.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Instantly, Alvian heard the sound of six body dropping to the floor.
Throwing the body away, he calmly walked out from his cover. Six people had died the instant he opened fire.
As for the seventh, he was in total shock and his body shivered as he stared at Alvian with disbelief.