I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

Quite an interesting speculation.

But he knew it was all wrong.

He was not a person sent by the High-Dimensional Civilization; he was just a damn unlucky guy who went on a trip and got killed by a coconut!

Truly deserving of death!

Later, he would definitely uproot all the coconut trees in the federation!

He would have accepted his fate if he had been killed by a durian, but a coconut? He wasn't sure if his head was too fragile, or the coconut was too hard.

Newton was hit by an apple and discovered the law of gravity.

He was hit by a coconut and discovered a new world.

Comparing the two, it seemed his discovery was more impressive, as he had already arrived in this new world.

There was only one point he got right: he indeed wasn't a native born and raised in this world.

Just then—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

Violent explosions suddenly erupted, as piercing as setting off fireworks in the quiet night sky, as countless shells smashed into the group of zombies nearby, shredding many zombies, with chunks of their bodies flying into the air.

Thick smoke billowed and rose.

These were grenade launchers. After three rounds of continuous explosions, many Supernaturals put away their grenade launchers, pulled out their Hell Gatlings, and dove into the makeshift trenches they had dug. Upon command, they all pulled the triggers together.

Thousands of Gatlings celebrated together, forming a net of firepower that almost instantly tore the closest zombies to shreds.

Many people were moving boxes of ammunition off the trucks while more trucks continuously transported ammunition and various supplies. Not far away, a reporter with a wireless microphone leaned against the background of the battlefield, raising his voice as much as possible to the camera lens.

"This is the suburban area of Broken Pot City. Reporter Little Liu brings you the latest updates. Broken Pot City has been engulfed in the fixed event, Sea of Zombies. At this moment, the city has been surrounded by countless zombies. Fengtian City, upon hearing the news, sent troops immediately to provide support."

"What you are now seeing is the military forces of Fengtian City effectively and swiftly clearing the perimeter of zombies, and it is expected..."

The sounds of the battlefield were too noisy. If he didn't shout, he couldn't be heard at all.

...

Meanwhile—

In Broken Pot City, Zhang Liu, with injuries all over his body and a hint of fear in his panting breath, was hiding behind some ruins. He had already sent the message to Chen Miao, but it was useless now.

He had been caught in the fixed event, Sea of Zombies.

Before the event ended, no one could enter Broken Pot City.

This was a city-state level fixed event, easily enough to cause the demise of a city, so one could imagine the level of danger. The strength of those zombies was not too great; the biggest problem was that these zombies seemed to come endlessly and fearlessly, easily capable of overwhelming their defenses.

They had no solid defensive structures to defend themselves with and could only retreat while fighting street battles in the urban areas.

Originally, he was being chased by some thugs, but now it was evident that those thugs had no energy left to chase him; he was now being pursued by zombies.

"I'm just a damn psychologist..."

Zhang Liu leaned against the ruins, looking at the last nine hundred rounds in his backpack with a hint of despair in his eyes. He was out of bullets; the ammo for his Hell Gatling had been used up long ago, and as a seasoned Supernatural,

he had his own ammunition production line.

In a warehouse in Fengtian City, he stored a large quantity of bullets. He had only gone out to get two valves for Doctor Gou and, apart from the space in his backpack which was filled with bullets, he hadn't brought any other ammunition with him.

All the bullets in the space backpack were now used up, except for the 1000 revolver rounds in one of the compartments, of which over 900 remained unused. However, the killing power of the revolver was so pathetic that these 900-odd bullets didn't provide him with any sense of security.

A gunslinger without bullets is nothing but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

At this moment, he couldn't imagine anything that could help him survive this fixed event.

"Am I going to die..."

Zhang Liu, hiding behind the ruins, tried to steady his breathing as much as possible to avoid tearing his wounds open with quick breaths and causing sharp pain, or worse, passing out from it. In these circumstances, passing out equaled death.

He had barely escaped the danger of cancer, so why was he now facing this crisis?

He felt indignant.

Intense indignation made him… extremely resentful.

Besides indignation, there didn't seem to be much else he could do.

"Wait..."

Suddenly, Zhang Liu had an idea. Surely there must be other gunmen in Broken Pot City, right? If he could find another gunmen's ammunition storage, perhaps he still had a chance to survive. No sooner thought than done, he bent over and moved quickly toward the distance, trying his best not to alarm the surrounding zombies.

This sudden idea surged his will to live by a notch.

At this point, he had no mind to care about the life and death of Doctor Gou.

He was too close to death himself to worry about others.

...

"Drop them, and run."

At this moment, the desperados who had captured Doctor Gou and the others were also fleeing frantically, with a large horde of zombies roaring and sprinting toward them from behind.

The fierce-looking leader yelled to his followers nearby, "Bleed those two, toss them behind to distract the zombies, let's run fast!"

"Throw them?"

The desperate thug carrying Doctor Gou paused for a moment before gasping out loud, "Boss, they haven't confessed anything. They've given us nothing, we found nothing clean on them, everything they had was in space backpacks."

"Throw them!"

The boss, somewhat angry, shouted, "When I say throw them, do you fucking not hear me? We're about to die, what's the point of considering these things?"

"Isn't it just the spoils from surviving the fixed event 128? What's so great about that?"

"If we can survive, won't the spoils from the fixed event 68 be even more valuable?"

"Motherfucker, I've been good all my life, how the hell did I get involved in this kind of fixed event, I must have sinned."

The subordinates exchanged glances, then, without hesitating further, pulled knives from their bosoms and repeatedly stabbed Doctor Gou and Black Doctor in the abdomen.

Blood spurted continuously.

Then they threw the two men to the ground and continued running forward, hoping that these two could delay the zombies long enough to help them escape the encirclement.

...

"Thud."

Doctor Gou, his consciousness fading, was thrown heavily to the ground. Looking toward the nearby zombies, he struggled to lift his right hand, preparing to plunge it into the wound in his throat as he sought to quickly end his own life.

He didn't want to be gnawed to death by zombies.