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I even tried not to participate at all to see how they would perform. So now I sat behind the firing line, bored out of my mind.

"You know, you all work for me, but I don\'t know anything about you. I\'m from Phoenix, where is everybody from?"

"Hefe! Stop ... Ugh. Bothering us!" Santiago grunted as he blew a Normie\'s face off.

"Santi\'s from L.A. I\'m from Tacoma, Washington, boss."

"Patron! Can you please help out? I live in Salt Lake City, by the way."

"Kimchi doesn\'t seem to need any help. What state is Salt Lake City in?" I asked as I cleaned one of my 1911\'s.

"Its in Utah nigga! I\'m out! Not sure if anybody cares but I\'m from Detroit."

"Shit! Bigfoots! A bunch of them, Scott, focus on 9 o\'clock! Gela and I live in Manhattan."

"On it! But damn, you\'re from New York, Joshua? That\'s great man, I always wanted to go there! I never got to leave Kentucky," Scott the redneck chatted as he swung the M60 in a new direction.

"FACK! Get off me! OPPA! Help!"

"Coming Sister Gela!"

"What? No! Not you! Stay there! White boy! Get ass over here!"

"Guess it can\'t be helped. Let\'s dance," I said, standing up and blasting the shit out of the zombies around Angela.

With {Gather}, I copied the Gun-kata from Equilibrium and tried to fight like the Cleric. It was an old movie, but basically you wield two guns like nun chucks.

You fired at the heads and hearts of targets with the least amount of movement and the widest angle of fire. The Gun-kata emphasized lethality and being surrounded. In theory, it required you to memorize the enemy\'s position and then kill them in the most systematic way possible.

Of course, nerds on the Internet went crazy trying to prove it was bullshit. Doing it while people were shooting at you made no sense, since the Gun-kata user was barely moving. The next problem was how to detect enemies beyond your line of sight.

Maybe it was because {Code} was working at 100%, but I feel like things became easier to calculate. As if I had somehow unlocked Asian math superpowers.

With {Code} and {Gather} I broke down my moves into steps, {Aim} and {Snipe} gave me confidence that the bullets would hit their targets the moment the bullet left my guns.

Finally, {Perceive} and {Listen}, when used at full capacity, allowed me to hear everything. Of course, without EXA, my ears were constantly rupturing and healing, but there you go. At least I could charge {Suffer} with the damage.

All this allowed me to recreate Gun-kata and turn it into reality.

When both sets of my guns were empty, I would do akimbo reloads in a trance. My dance of lead and death continued with gunfire and zombie groans as its musical accompaniment.

The repetition of the Akimbo reloads made me faster and faster as the bullet time began to synchronize with the muscle memory. Soon I didn\'t even need bullet time because I could do Akimbo reloads flawlessly.

I had noticed it before, I could imitate people\'s movements if I understood how they moved and analyzed it with {Gather}. Together with my senses, a strange sense of combat rhythm was created.

My senses made my body move even without my active participation. Aim, shoot, reload, aim, shoot, reload. I didn\'t know when it started, but the more I calmed my mind in battle, the faster I became.

The intensity and chaos of the battle was drowned out by the serenity of surrendering my body to {Gather}.

Suddenly, my consciousness returned when there were no more zombies around me.

Wondering what had happened, I holstered my weapons and found everyone looking at me with slack jaws. I glanced around and saw the usual scene of dead zombies with bits and pieces all around me.

Not sure what their problem was, I just asked. "What?"

"John, is Phoenix made up of monsters like you?"

"What the hell are you asking Scott? Call me Commander, you bastard."

"Boss, your moves, where did you learn them? I never heard of gun karate. It looks difficult but effective."

"Patron, the way you reload is lightning fast! I only reload one gun and you are still faster than me!"

"Huh? I don\'t think I did anything new," I replied confused.

"I told you niggas, Limitless is already fighting on autopilot. If normal niggas master driving home drunk. Our commander knows how to fight undead hordes surrounded brainless."

"What the hell, Hefe! Teach me how to do that too!"

Angela reached out and grabbed my arm.

"White boy, when you dancing earlier. Bad. Don\'t do it."

"..."

The normally racist bitch was suddenly scared. I should try to figure out what just happened. Joshua stepped forward, picked up the {Honey Trap} soulgear, and invoked its effects.

Before this third zone began, I asked the 2nd Amendment to appoint a squad leader. As my army would grow in the future, it is necessary to establish a command structure as early as now.

Joshua was unanimously chosen by all for his kindness, skill, and temperament. And because most of these bastards were lazy as shit.

When nothing came out after three minutes of waiting, the group relaxed, and Joshua called Phillip. A few minutes later, the third group of the demolition team arrived with my secretary and Cynthia.

"Well done everyone, this has got to be the shortest one yet. It has only been fifteen minutes since I last saw you all," Phillip praised with a smile.

Cynthia stepped forward and gave a half-hearted salute before beginning to speak.

"Limitless, the first two zones have submitted their profit reports. Would you like to hear them here or in private?" The President of the LLG asked.