Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1536- Attacking

At this moment, Ye Zhongming actually had two choices.

One was to compete with these two bosses in skill usage, to see who was superior. The other was to engage them in close combat, testing whose martial arts and weapon mastery was better.

In neither scenario did Ye Zhongming hold the advantage.

If he chose the first method, many of his skills were still on cooldown. Facing two opponents at their peak, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage.

If he chose the second, his impaired vision would put him at an inherent disadvantage, making the fight extremely perilous.

Both choices were, in essence, dilemmas.

So Ye Zhongming chose a third option.

He suddenly lowered his raised battle blade, and the Reaper Mimic Shooter appeared in his hand. He unleashed a barrage of rapid fire toward the two bosses.

Aside from its sniper and scatter modes, this weapon also had a full-auto mode.

In this mode, it still had three abilities:

"Firestorm Barrage," "Bullet Rain Assault," and "Extreme Lockdown."

Firestorm Barrage allowed him to suppress an area with overwhelming firepower. Bullet Rain Assault focused fire on a single point to break through strong defenses. As for Extreme Lockdown, it was the gun’s most unique ability—one Ye Zhongming felt might be his trump card today.

Right now, he activated Firestorm Barrage.

He enveloped the entire area where the two bosses stood in a storm of bullets.

Firestorm Barrage was an area-of-effect attack, its lethality entirely dependent on the weapon’s power and the bullets’ grade.

Ye Zhongming loaded this ability entirely with green-grade bullets.

A purple-grade weapon paired with green-grade bullets already delivered devastating firepower.

The two bosses, caught off guard by Ye Zhongming’s unorthodox tactic, were momentarily flustered.

To some extent, firearms had little effect on people of their level.

Of course, purple-grade firearms were an exception.

They knew Ye Zhongming possessed a powerful sniper rifle—they had long been aware of it. Their delayed appearance had partly been due to this concern. Cheng Ou’s death earlier had only confirmed their fears.

But at this range, if Ye Zhongming used a sniper rifle, it would be suicidal. They had a thousand ways to dodge and counterattack while he aimed.

Yet Ye Zhongming’s ability allowed him to fire instantly without delay.

When he first opened fire, the two bosses didn’t take it too seriously. The Chairman was even about to unleash his own attack.

If it weren’t for the fact that these were skill-enhanced bullets, the shots would have posed little threat to them. Even a direct hit to the forehead from an ordinary gun wouldn’t faze them now.

But the sudden sea of green light before their eyes made them realize things weren’t so simple. They immediately reacted, dodging while defending.

The distance between them was nothing to the speed of the Reaper Mimic Shooter. The bullets arrived instantly, eliciting different reactions from the two bosses.

When the bullets struck the God Hall Director, ripples spread out from each impact point, as if pebbles had been dropped into a river—before silently vanishing.

The Chairman, meanwhile, let out a howl as the bullets embedded themselves one after another into his body, making him tremble violently.

Unlike ordinary evolved who would be instantly overwhelmed by such an assault, these two were true powerhouses.

The Director stood firm, his mask suddenly smiling. A massive grinning face emerged from it, floating to his upper left.

Then, it began to laugh.

The sound reverberated around them, and as it did, energy notes flew out from the grinning face, drifting toward Ye Zhongming. When they collided with bullets, explosions erupted.

The Chairman, seemingly tanking the bullets with his body, actually had his golden robe remain completely intact. The bullets appeared to pierce his flesh, but they hadn’t even penetrated the robe—they were just lodged in his fat.

If Ye Zhongming still had his sight, he would have noticed that the Chairman’s bizarre crank-like weapons never stopped spinning, even as bullets struck him. He shielded his face with his arms but kept cranking.

The gunfire ceased, but the battle raged on.

Though Firestorm Barrage ended and the two bosses seemed unharmed, it had caused them significant trouble.

The Director’s ripple barrier, which negated the bullets, was one of his defensive abilities—and it consumed mental energy.

A purple-grade firearm’s skill-enhanced barrage, paired with green-grade bullets, was no joke. Even with half the bullets diverted to the Chairman, the Director found it hard to endure. His grinning-face attack had been an attempt to lighten his own burden.

As for the Chairman, once the shooting stopped, his bullet-riddled body twitched, and the projectiles clattered to the ground.

He glanced down at his golden robe, now slightly dulled, and seethed with anger.