Chapter 77: Sweeping All Before Him

The man in the trench coat swallowed hard; such exquisite marksmanship was truly a sight he had never witnessed before. There were many who could shoot accurately, but to fire consecutively at moving targets in such a short span—and strike vital points every time—this level of skill could hardly be found anywhere in the world.

He must be an Evolver.

The man in the trench coat grew ever more certain of this, finding some comfort in the thought. Now, with gunshots echoing through the building, more of the undead had been drawn; whether they could escape this place alive depended on the man before him and whatever companions he might have.

"Thank you very much for your help. I am Inspector Tsugawa of the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Special Operations Unit, under direct command of the Chief Superintendent."

"Alright, none of that really matters now. Damn it, I was the one who blew the head off the Chief Superintendent when he turned into one of those ghouls!"

"Let’s hurry—the undead from the lower floors are probably on their way up!"

The trench coat man was anxious; he could already hear the sound of the undead rushing through the corridors below.

"There's no need to rush," Su Yi waved his hand calmly.

Just then, Ryoko Hashimoto appeared. Tsugawa stared at the sudden arrival of the beautiful girl in a short skirt, his face full of surprise.

"Master Su Yi."

"Is this police uncle the only survivor?"

Tsugawa was visibly embarrassed. Though his face, hardened by rigorous training and years on the job, appeared older, he was only thirty-three. There was no way he should be called an uncle.

"I'm Inspector Tsugawa from the Kyoto Metropolitan Police, not some uncle."

"Oh, hello uncle."

Tsugawa felt blood boil within him.

His expression changed drastically, for the horde of undead had arrived!

Watching the dozens of undead surge toward them, Tsugawa wanted nothing more than to turn and flee.

"Where are your companions?"

"There’s just the two of us."

"What!" Tsugawa had a curse on his lips, unsure whether to utter it.

"Uncle, let's fight side by side."

"I must be out of my mind," Tsugawa muttered, swiftly swapping magazines. Meanwhile, Su Yi and Ryoko Hashimoto had already begun to fire.

Tongues of flame spat relentlessly from their gun barrels.

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A storm of bullets poured across the floor, Su Yi’s marksmanship unwavering—every shot from his dual pistols struck true.

Yet the number of undead was overwhelming.

Tsugawa, clad in gray, fought with all his might. His aim was not as precise as Su Yi’s, but far superior to Ryoko Hashimoto’s. If Su Yi could hit a vital point with every bullet, Tsugawa managed to do so with three or four shots.

Still, such firepower was insufficient. Their position was open, the undead were spreading out, and soon they would be surrounded from three sides.

"Fall back behind the door," Tsugawa urged, his final warning. If he thought he could survive by running alone, he would have already abandoned these fools.

The next moment, dazzling light flashed within the room.

Su Yi’s Arcane Missiles began their work.

One by one, missiles exploded among the undead, scattering limbs and flesh, harvesting lives alongside the bullets.

When any undead managed to rush close, Su Yi would kick them back, sending them flying from whichever direction they approached.

Bullets and arcane missiles alternated in their onslaught, swiftly finishing off those who had received special treatment.

Tsugawa’s jaw dropped wide enough to fit two eggs.

The power of an Evolver played out before him, and at last he understood how these two could slaughter their way down from the upper floors without fear.

He had been proud once, rising to Inspector in the Special Operations Unit at the age of thirty-three, enjoying the favor of the Chief Superintendent—a promising future lay ahead.

Tsugawa was talented, full of confidence, yet after the outbreak, even someone as outstanding as he could only survive by luck, hiding and searching for food in this building, knowing he was no match for the hordes of undead.

But today, Su Yi showed him what inhuman strength truly meant.

The world had changed.

That thought flashed through Tsugawa’s mind.

Even against dozens of undead, Su Yi and his companions dispatched them all in short order.

Gazing at the carnage, Tsugawa felt a surge of hope—he could finally see a real chance at survival.

"I am Tsugawa; may I ask your name?"

This time, Tsugawa lowered his demeanor even further.

"My name is Su Yi."

Not someone from the Land of the Rising Sun?

Tsugawa was surprised but kept it to himself.

"Hmph, uncle, you haven’t asked my name yet. I’m Ryoko Hashimoto."

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Tsugawa held back for a while, then finally, a bit awkwardly, addressed the girl before him, who was more than ten years his junior. "Hello, pleased to meet you."

To be honest, the girl’s poor marksmanship had hardly impressed Tsugawa, an elite of the police.

"May I ask why you are here, Mr. Su?"

Unlike Ryoko Hashimoto and the otaku Shota Yamada’s childish manner of address, Su Yi used a different, more formal honorific in the local language.

"We’re here to collect some weapons."

Just as he suspected.

Su Yi’s words confirmed Tsugawa’s thinking; as an elite officer, it was not difficult for him to guess their purpose.

"I know where the armory is. Follow me," he said, pausing to add, "Of course, getting there means dealing with many more monsters."

"We are fully prepared," Su Yi replied calmly. Tsugawa watched as Su Yi walked, swapping magazines in his pistols, and was convinced.

"This is the tenth floor; the armory is on the third. We must avoid making too much noise, or if the undead outside are alerted, we’ll be in serious trouble."

"Some of these undead must have had suppressors on them, right?"

"I’ll look," Tsugawa replied, finding three suppressors.

"In fact, suppressors can’t really make the sound that quiet—they mainly protect hearing. Later we can lure the undead to higher floors before firing; that way, the noise will be less."

So that’s how it works.

Su Yi realized at last; if not for Tsugawa’s professional explanation, he would never have known how different real suppressors were from the ones in movies, which only produced soft whispers.

If it was that troublesome, then perhaps guns were unnecessary.

There was nothing a fist couldn’t solve.

And so, along the way, Tsugawa once more witnessed what inhuman strength was.

Whether facing a single undead or four or five at once, Su Yi simply rushed in, stomped or struck their skulls, and each fell lifeless in turn.

What ought to have been a perilous, intense journey became as pleasant as a countryside stroll.

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