"Wow -"
The fiery dancer's eyes turned white, her mouth wide open, as Ronan swung his arm, causing the dancer to turn aside and spray alcohol onto Pedro's clothes.
Then, she revealed four sharp teeth and lunged at Ronan, using both hands and feet to try and bite him.
Ronan exerted force with his arm and threw her away, crashing into another dancer with a bloodthirsty wide-open mouth, turning the two women into rolling gourds.
"What's going on!" Pedro was frightened and confused.
The two women got up, and their skin visibly whitened and dried at an alarming rate, their once beautiful faces now resembling cracked and withered tree bark.
"Wow..."
Amidst their growls, they pounced.
Pedro hurried to reach for his gun, but before he could grasp the handle, he heard two gunshots, and the two dancers fell with bullets in their heads.
Ronan demanded, "What the hell are these things?"
Though he said so, he couldn't help but feel that these things were like the legendary zombies.
Despite being busy in the original world and lacking time, he knew a fair bit about some widely circulated things in novels and movies.
The barmaid who had previously shown off her charm roared inexplicably, baring her mouthful of sharp teeth and swinging her long nails as she charged towards them.
Ronan shifted the gun's aim, and the M9 fired, blowing off the barmaid's head.
Someone from behind lunged at Pedro, but Ronan kicked her away. Pedro pulled out his gun and fired repeatedly at her chest.
But the woman struggled to get back up.
Ronan reminded, "Head!"
Pedro shot her in the head, and the struggling woman fell silent.
The bar was in complete chaos. All the barmaids turned into dried-up, wrinkled monsters, and the bartenders and bouncers were the same.
They crazily pounced on people, tearing into their flesh.
Many people, especially those who had flirted with the barmaids, were caught off guard and had their carotid or arm arteries bitten open.
Blood spurted like fountains.
Some people fought back desperately. Truck drivers were already a tough group to mess with.
But after just a few moves, these people fell down one by one, then quickly got up again, their skin, teeth, and palms turning into those of monsters!
"Alcohol!" someone shouted loudly, "The alcohol is the problem!"
Ronan turned around and shot, blowing off two more monster heads!
Pedro realized that this young man was exceptionally skilled in combat. He automatically approached Ronan and fired at the approaching truck drivers, finally blowing off one of their heads.
Ronan reached out and pulled Pedro away from the dancer who had jumped down from the stage, then continued firing and shouted, "Those still alive, follow me and break out!"
Pedro followed closely behind Ronan, "Break out!"
Boom, boom, boom...
A loud noise followed, and one by one, iron gates dropped down over the bar's entrance and all the windows.
Ronan cursed and fired continuously, with such a close distance and his marksmanship, every shot hit the head! The head was the biggest weakness of these things!
"Looks like the zombies from the rumors!" Pedro gasped and said to Ronan, "Have you seen 'Night of the Living Dead'? They're much like Romero's voodoo zombies! They die when you blow their heads off!"
Ronan changed the magazine, "We need to find a way to break out of here!"
"Ah -" A scream rang out as a man who hadn't been drinking was pulled down by five or six zombies and had his belly bitten open.
Pedro added, "They move much faster than in the movies!"
"Not only that, but they can use weapons too!"
Just as Ronan blew off the heads of two zombies, he heard clanging footsteps to his left. The incredibly ugly man had turned into a grotesque monster, holding a nearly three-foot-long large machete, charging towards Pedro.
Pedro fired repeatedly, hitting the ugly zombie in the chest, head, and neck, but it only tilted backward slightly and didn't fall.
The bullets missed, and Pedro was dumbfounded!
Ronan turned his gun, ready to shoot. In the corner, a huge, dark-skinned woman had appeared out of nowhere. Her pale eyes fixed on Ronan as she picked up a ritual dagger wrapped in catnip vine, stabbing it into her thick right palm with force.
The intense pain made the woman moan.
Just as Ronan was about to shoot, his right hand suddenly felt an excruciating pain, as if someone had stabbed it. His hand loosened, and the gun fell to the ground!
The ugly zombie had come close, and Pedro, not accustomed to combat, trembled uncontrollably, struggling to reload his magazine.
Ronan pulled out a long dagger with his left hand, kicked Pedro away, and swiftly thrust the dagger like the wind into the ugly zombie's eye socket, twisting it twice before the large machete clanged to the ground, and the ugly zombie fell.
Pedro finally managed to reload, using the tables and chairs as cover, firing continuously while shouting to Ronan, "Thanks, buddy!"
Ronan's close combat skills with the short knife were perfect for this indoor environment. He consecutively stabbed down two zombies and was about to pick up his gun.
The huge, dark-skinned woman continued to fix her gaze on Ronan and suddenly pulled out the ritual dagger from her right hand, her forehead covered in sweat from the pain.
Dressed in black and hiding in the shadowy corner, she was hard to notice without deliberately looking.
Ronan's right hand throbbed with pain, but he couldn't see any wound, and it didn't even alert his Hunter instincts!
As if the danger wasn't directed at him!
Ronan immediately focused and recited "Steel Claw." The pain in his right hand disappeared instantly. He picked up the gun, quickly shot down the three approaching zombies, and remained vigilant, considering the injury on his right hand while keeping an eye on his surroundings.
Then, the Hunter's instincts caught a glimpse of red in the shadowy corner.
It was blood flowing from a wound!
Ronan spotted the huge, dark-skinned woman!
Strangely, several zombies around her seemed to ignore her presence!
The black woman had an injury on her right hand and held a knife in her left hand, preparing to stab at a pillar-like thick leg.
Without hesitation, Ronan shot directly.
Danger!
An invisible force collided with Ronan and pushed against his hand, causing the gun to shift slightly, and the bullet missed!
The shot that was supposed to blow off the woman's head grazed her ear, leaving her left ear in a bloody mess!
"Ah..."
The huge black woman screamed like a bull, almost shaking the roof. She dropped the knife and covered her ear in agony.
Ronan crashed heavily into a table, causing the cheap wooden table to collapse. He fell to the ground, feeling pain all over his body.
But with the power of Steel Claw, both of his hands firmly gripped the knife and the gun, and he systematically shot the four zombies that approached him in the head with the M9.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sound of drums grew louder and faster from the band's side.
"Ah!" The zombies roared in unison, their eyes turning red as they went into a frenzy.
Their strength and speed suddenly surged!
In the large bar, there were initially about a dozen people resisting, but they were now almost overwhelmed by the zombies.
On one side of the stage, over a dozen zombies gathered, some of them even carrying musical instruments. Behind them, a tall, chocolate-skinned woman was rhythmically beating a drum.
The drumbeat seemed to have a strange power that made the zombies go berserk!
"Protect my back!" Ronan stood up and shouted to Pedro, lifting his gun to shoot the woman playing the drums.
However, a wall of more than ten zombies blocked the way to Lana, the drummer.
"Queenie, stab her leg!" Lana yelled at the huge black woman. "Hurry, stab your own leg!"
The black woman struggled to pick up the knife while still covering her ears.
Ronan didn't sense the danger and still aimed to take down the black woman first.
The zombies in front of the woman with the drum, however, had red eyes and charged at him like madmen.
Near the entrance of the bar, the voice that had previously shouted about the tainted alcohol rang again, "Those are real Voodoo dolls. They've taken something related to you, which allows them to transfer self-harm to you!"
Just as Ronan was about to shoot, an invisible force appeared and pushed against his hand, causing the gun to shift, and the bullet missed again!
The woman playing the drum fixed her eyes on him.
The black woman picked up the ritual dagger and stabbed it into her thick leg.
Ronan's left leg throbbed with pain, and with a thud, he knelt on one knee.
But his grip on the weapons remained steady.
His mind was frantically sending warnings. He rolled on the ground as a bullet flew from the side, hitting the spot where he had been just now.
"They're Voodoo practitioners! The skinny one has the power of psychokinesis!"
Near the entrance, a brown-haired muscular man was holding a half-broken wooden table as a shield in one hand and constantly swinging the broken table leg in the other, smashing several zombie heads.
Even without him saying it, Ronan already figured it out.
The tall woman had just used psychokinesis and now pulled out a Glock 26, shooting at Ronan!
In modern society, Voodoo practitioners had also kept up with the times!
Six zombies rushed towards Ronan at a sprint speed of a hundred meters. He could only shoot them first.
Pedro had witnessed all sorts of scenes today, and even though his arms trembled, he still turned his gun and aimed at the tall woman.
The brown-haired muscular man skillfully maneuvered around the bar counter and reminded, "They must have put a large dose of Zombie Powder in the drinks. Those who drink it will turn into Voodoo zombies and become their puppets! Ha, something here triggered them to go all-out. In this era, it's extremely difficult to refine Zombie Powder! Hang on! The Voodoo zombies created by Zombie Powder have a time limit!"
Ronan fired six shots in a row, blowing off six heads, and quickly changed magazines!
He pushed on the ground with force, rolled behind a table.
Two bullet holes were left on the ground where he was just now.
The tall woman had obviously practiced marksmanship!
Ronan fired back, and Lana quickly hid behind several Voodoo zombies, shouting, "Queenie, keep going!"
The huge black woman yelled, "I'm in pain!"
Ronan shot at the black woman again, but his hand involuntarily deviated, and the bullet missed once more!
The woman was clearly using psychokinesis to restrain him!
Ronan shifted his gun and continued shooting at Lana, forcing her not to show her head, and then leaped towards Queenie!
Lana realized that the mission was much more difficult than anticipated. Mari, the mentor, had underestimated the target's strength!
"Use your ultimate move!" she yelled loudly. "Remember when I told you about the man's weak points?"
Queenie didn't want to die, so she didn't strike at vital areas.
However, her legs were all fat, and even if she managed to stab, it wouldn't cause much damage!
Queenie lifted the ritual dagger and aimed it between the two thick legs.
Even with Ronan's composure, he couldn't help but shudder. Queenie was a real Voodoo doll, and self-harm would correspond to him. If she made that stab, how could he live in the future?
These two female members of the Voodoo cult were going too far!
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