Watching the Hunter retreat, Tang Zhuofei felt no joy at having repelled the Mutated Zombie. Instead, his expression was grim.
Because he didn't want to just repel the Hunter—he wanted to kill it.
At the very least, they should have injured it. Otherwise, the Hunter could harass them repeatedly, putting them under immense pressure.
More importantly, the convoy wasn't just being attacked by the Hunter and Spitters. The Death Claw, the most terrifying threat of all, was also steadily approaching, and they were running out of time.
Once the Death Claw arrived, they would have to split their forces to deal with it. At that point, the threat from the Hunter would skyrocket.
"Damn it! If I weren't piloting this Mecha, I definitely would have hit it," Tang Zhuofei said, his voice laced with frustration.
Shooting from a Mecha gave him absolutely no feel for the weapon. Under these circumstances, he could only use about sixty percent of his Gun Technique's full potential.
