Apocalypse: Infinite Supplies System - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: AK47 Rifle
In the video, a survivor armed with a submachine gun, similarly, failed to escape in time and was forced to counterattack.

Although the firepower was fierce, it swiftly killed a large number of zombies in the blink of an eye.

But the zombies seemed inexhaustible, still coming one after another.

They eventually overwhelmed him, devouring him in an instant.

Alex asked himself, even wearing combat gear, how could he withstand being surrounded and gnawed on by a group of zombies!

So, if a zombie tide were to occur in the old city area, he would definitely take out his armored vehicle and leave immediately.

After slaying several zombies, it seemed to deter those lurking in the shadows, making them somewhat timid.

But driven by instinct, they slowly approached again.

With his hand gripping the Berserker Katana, Alex stabbed, chopped, or slashed his way through, unimpeded, and his experience points continued to rise.

Before long, he arrived at a supermarket.

According to the information provided by the system assistant, this seemed to be the first supermarket in the old city area, or even in this zombie-infested city.

Alex felt somewhat bewildered.

He didn’t know if this place was modeled after the old world or if it was a parallel world infected by zombies.

The information about the old city area was too detailed.

If it was truly illusory, it would indeed make him feel bewildered.

This supermarket, like the old city area, looked very old.

The scale of operation was quite large.

Three floors, with the first floor estimated to be six to seven hundred square meters.

Alex remained vigilant and cautiously entered.

Just like at the very beginning when he arrived in this world, the supermarket had only empty shelves, no goods.

The difference was that here, zombies emerged quickly.

Alex raised an eyebrow, picked up the submachine gun, and fired on the first floor of the supermarket.

When the bullets ran out and there was a need to change magazines, Alex switched to the Berserker Katana.

After clearing the zombies on the first floor, Alex’s combat suit was already stained with a large amount of black zombie blood.

On the first floor, Alex found a silver-level supply box.

It contained another handgun.

However, it used 6.35mm caliber bullets.

For Alex, it wasn’t very useful, so he could only list it on the trading platform.

Alex then proceeded to the second floor.

Once again, there was a large group of zombies.

Upon hearing Alex ascending the stairs, before he could catch his breath, they swarmed up.

Alex sighed, raised the freshly loaded UMP9 submachine gun, and continued to sweep them away.

Muttering to himself, “I’m really at a loss here, is this an endless mode I’ve activated? One level after another.”

Same outcome.

By the corner shelves on the second floor of the supermarket, Alex found another silver-level supply box, yielding some miscellaneous items.

Among them were a dozen or so grenades, which were considered the most useful combat supplies.

Alex packed the supplies into his backpack and left once more, ascending to the third floor.

Muttering to himself, “I bet there’s going to be another bunch of zombies on the third floor. How exhausting!”

Alex reached the third floor of the supermarket.

This floor was a children’s playground, with slides, little castles, and arcade machines, but no sign of zombies.

Looking at the dusty play equipment, Alex felt puzzled.

Could it be that there were neither supplies nor zombies here, just the most ordinary floor?

But soon, he noticed the most eerie thing about this floor.

That was, the arcade machines were turned on.

This floor shouldn’t have power…

Even wearing his combat gear, Alex felt a chill down his spine.

This kind of supernatural event was really unnerving.

But he still mustered up the courage and approached the arcade machines.

The screens of the arcade machines displayed games he used to play frequently.

Alex dragged over a stool and sat in front of one of the machines.

Listening to the familiar background music, he selected his favorite childhood game character.

As if the arcade machine had intelligence of its own, it also chose its own game character.

Alex was dumbfounded.

The character chosen by the arcade machine at this moment rendered Alex’s character powerless to fight back.

He quickly lost the game.

Alex was not convinced.

“Again!”

The outcome was unsurprisingly the same, another loss.

Alex’s face darkened, glaring at the flickering screen of the arcade machine, he slammed his fist down.

“Damn it!”

But immediately, a wail rang out.

This sharp scream pierced directly into Alex’s brain.

Instinctively, Alex closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, there was no arcade machine in sight.

What appeared in front of him was only a fat mutant zombie with a chrysanthemum blooming on its head.

An illusion!

Alex was shocked.

It turned out that when he was playing the arcade machine just now, it was all due to the ability of this mutant zombie.

And now, it seemed that this mutant zombie was screaming madly because Alex had smashed the arcade machine in the illusion.

Though he didn’t know why he had quickly escaped from the illusion, Alex decisively gripped the Berserker Katana and swung fiercely at it.

The mutant zombie died hastily.

The golden-level supply box it guarded was easily collected by Alex.

Opening the supply box, Alex looked at the legendary weapon inside with astonishment, gleaming dark and shiny.

AK47!

The infinite supplies he had today happened to include 7.62mm bullets, perfectly fitting the AK47.

What a coincidence.

Alex took out the AK47 and carefully examined this legendary weapon that had spread across the third world in his previous life, claiming to be the most popular weapon for twenty consecutive years.

He even had the urge to shout “Suka Blyat” aloud.

In the previous life, in third world countries, you could go without RPG shoulder-fired rocket launchers, grenades, surface-to-air SAM anti-aircraft missiles, or even without a gun!

But if you didn’t have an AK47, you wouldn’t even dare to say you were from the third world.

Moreover, the AK47 could adapt to various environments without needing much maintenance.

Tat-tat-tat! Alex gave it a simple try.

Sure enough, it was a good thing.

However, before he could properly hold the AK47 and enjoy it, he heard grenades exploding and gunfire not far away.

Alex went to the window on the third floor of the supermarket, using binoculars to observe the situation in the direction of the noise.

Just as he looked through the binoculars and saw the situation over there clearly, Alex smiled.

His old acquaintance, the sheriff, was among them, though he didn’t know what he was doing.

However, wherever the sheriff was, Alex wanted to go and take a look.