Xian Fan got an answer, and he said to Ye Ling: "You come with me." ”

Then, he led Ye Ling to the warehouse of the villa.

The warehouse is about a dozen square meters, and there is no sundries in it, only a canvas backpack, which seems to contain a lot of things, and the whole bag is bulging.

Xian Fan lifted the canvas bag very easily, and when he handed it to Ye Ling, Ye Ling felt that the bag weighed dozens of pounds, and it was a little difficult to carry.

"Is there explosives in the bag?" Ye Ling asked.

"Not just explosives, but a Colt pistol with a silencer, and three magazines. You don't know how to use Shenwu yet, and I'm afraid that something will go wrong, so I specially equipped you with a pistol. Xian Fan explained.

"I don't know how to use a gun. Ye Ling shrugged.

He's not lying, he really doesn't know how to use a gun.

He didn't know anything about the recoil of a pistol, the effective range, and he never even thought that he would be able to touch something like a gun in his idle life.

"Look. ”

Xian Fan quickly pulled out a pistol equipped with a silencer from his waist, his eyes fixed on the crosshairs, his arm moved slightly, and when the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the beer bottle in the corner of the warehouse, he quickly pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", the beer bottle was instantly smashed by bullets, and fragments were scattered all over the ground.

"Good marksmanship!"

After applauding, Ye Ling's gaze returned to Xian Fan and said, "I didn't understand anything." ”

Xian Fan didn't feel embarrassed, he looked at Ye Ling indifferently and said, "You come and try." ”

As he spoke, Xian Fan handed the pistol to Ye Ling.

Ye Ling took the pistol, and first quietly took a clue, it was the first time he had seen a real gun, which was much more exquisite than the plastic guns sold by street stalls.

"You're firing for the first time, you have to hold the grip with both hands, and the recoil of the pistol with the silencer is much higher than usual, and it's hard for you to control it, and if you don't get it, you can hurt your hand. ”

Xian Fan taught beside him.

Ye Ling followed Xian Fan's words, holding the grip with both hands, and his eyes focused on the crosshair.

"Aim the crosshair at the beer bottle in the corner, then move your arm slightly, and when you feel the muzzle is pointed, you can pull the trigger. ”

Ye Ling continued to do so, and he stared at the crosshairs with bated breath.

Thankfully, it was quiet enough that a novice like him would unconsciously move the muzzle of his gun if he was distracted, and then he would have to work hard to aim.

Ye Ling was mentally prepared and slowly pulled the trigger.

After the bullet was fired from the chamber of the gun, even if Ye Ling held the grip with both hands, the strong recoil still made his hands shake violently, and even shocked his hands with a faint pain.

"Bang!" the bullet shattered the beer bottle.

The first time he shot at the target, Ye Ling's eyes were surprised and happy, he secretly thought that he still had a little shooting talent, and he could still kill people without aiming like people in TV dramas.

"How does it feel?" Xian Fan's performance was normal, and this shot seemed to be something he expected.

"Okay, the recoil is a little bit higher than I expected, but I like the feeling of hitting the target, there's nothing more exciting than a real gun. Ye Ling said with a little excitement.

"Look at the gun in the backpack if it fits, if it doesn't, I'll change it for you. ”

As he spoke, Xian Fan retrieved the pistol from Ye Ling's hand.

Ye Ling opened his backpack, and there were four palm-sized cuboidal iron timed bombs, Colt pistols and three rounds of magazines pressed to the bottom.

Ye Ling first took out a timed bomb and put it in his hand, he felt that this bomb weighed at least 2.5 kilograms, and in addition to the iron shell and various line chips, it contained at least one kilogram of explosives.

"Four kilograms of C.4, are you sure you want to blow up the bridge and not the mountain?" Ye Ling asked.

"The bridge connecting Development Zone 15 is about 20 meters wide, and in order to blow it up completely, it is necessary to use this amount of explosives. Xian Fan said.

Ye Ling nodded in understanding, and after putting the C.4 in his backpack, he took out the Colt pistol under him, and after holding it in his hand, he found that this pistol was not as delicate as Xian Fan's, and the ammunition load was only seven.

"Colt P1911 semi-automatic pistol, produced in country M. ”

"Bomb load: 7 rounds; ”

"Effective range: 50 meters. ”

"The recoil is moderate, the accuracy is high, and the use of 0.45 caliber bullets is more powerful, which is not suitable for novices. ”

Although Ye Ling didn't understand the first half of the sentence, he still nodded in response, but at the end, Ye Ling looked at Xian Fan strangely and asked, "Not suitable for novices?"

"It can't be helped. Xian Fan said, "If you want to solve the blood clan with one shot, you must use a more powerful gun." After my pick, this is the best gun for you. ”

"I want to shoot it. Ye Ling said.

Although he doesn't know anything about military affairs, he has always had a longing for firearms after watching 19th-century Hong Kong and Macao films. He hopes that one day he can be like Little Pony, wearing a black trench coat and holding an MP5 submachine gun, and there will be corpses everywhere he goes.

"Whatever. Xian Fan said.

Ye Ling entered the state again, holding his breath and staring intently at the beer bottle in the corner.

He thought that the recoil of this gun was about the same as that of Xian Fan's gun, so he didn't make much mental preparation. But after pulling the trigger, he realized that he was wrong, which is almost the same? This is clearly several notches off.

Colt's recoil was extremely strong, and Ye Ling felt as if he had been hit with a stick, which made his hands not only painful, but also a little numb.

If it weren't for the fingers still hooked on the trigger, Ye Ling really wanted to throw this gun out.

Xian Fan saw Ye Ling's strange expression, and then he realized that he had forgotten something, and hurriedly said:

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you, without the silencer, the recoil of this gun is moderate, but with the silencer, the recoil may be increased by 0.3 to 0.5 times. ”

"I want to change the gun..."Ye Ling said a little speechlessly.

"If you just want to change guns because of recoil, I don't recommend you change them. Colt has the lowest recoil of any pistol capable of killing Bloodlines with a single shot, and you can't handle the other guns. Xian Fan said.

“……”

For some reason, Ye Ling always felt that this guy was deliberately playing tricks on him.

"It's almost time, you can go back and get ready. In half an hour, I will ask Xu Menglin to point you out all the routes, including bypassing the vengeance. ”

After speaking, Xian Fan took the lead in leaving the warehouse.

Ye Ling didn't linger any longer, and walked back slowly.

…………

At 14:13, there were three minutes left until half an hour had passed.

Because the size of the backpack was large enough, Ye Ling easily stuffed the scimitar into it, and then carried the backpack on his back.

After the preparation was completed, Xu Menglin's voice also sounded in his mind at the same moment:

"If you're ready, then you get out of the hotel and follow the route I've shown you. ”

Ye Ling walked out of the hotel, fortunately he didn't meet his colleagues on the way, if he did, they would definitely pull Ye Ling to let him explain a lot, and he would have to waste a lot of time.

Ye Ling followed the route Xu Menglin pointed out for about 1.5 kilometers, and he walked out of the beach and came to a hill.

There are no birds, no animals scurrying around, and the whole mountain exudes a deathly tranquility.

After walking nearly 500 meters along the mountain road, Ye Ling finally saw the bridge Xian Fan said, but he also saw a large number of so-called "blood clans".

Looking at the stiff steps of these living dead, Ye Ling suddenly remembered the fanged man he met in the woods, their steps were very similar, probably the "blood seed" that Xian Fan said.

Ye Ling saw that the remaining distance was not long, so he took out a Colt pistol from his backpack and stuck it on his belt, still holding the so-called "Shenwu" in his hand.

When there were only 200 meters left to the bridge, Ye Ling finally met the blood race.

When these bloods saw him, it was as if they were seeing food, and they swarmed up.

The number here was about ten, and Ye Ling's hand holding the scimitar was trembling slightly, this was his fear of unknown creatures.

Ye Ling took a deep breath, and after calming down the turmoil in his heart, he looked directly at the blood seed gushing in, but he suddenly realized that he seemed to be asking something less, and he secretly said something bad in his heart.

"Don't be afraid, the transmissibility of blood is no threat to the spirits. ”

Xu Menglin's voice sounded in his head, and Ye Ling only relaxed a little after listening to it.

Ye Ling stood still in place, he held the scimitar in his hand, and his spirit was more concentrated than he had ever been.

When the first blood seed arrived in front of Ye Ling, seeing the hideous face of the blood seed, Ye Ling subconsciously waved the blade, and then the cold light flashed, and the head of the blood seed fell to the ground.

With the green wolf's matter as a foreshadowing, Ye Ling's fear of corpses has weakened a lot, he stared directly at the headless corpse on the ground, except for his body trembling slightly, he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Then, Ye Ling mustered up the courage to rush into the blood seed, and now his spirit was highly concentrated, and any blood seed that met him would fall to the ground in no more than two seconds.

Ye Ling's appearance seems to be calm, but in fact, he is panicked like a dog inside.

For the first time ever, he experienced the feeling of constantly chopping off his head, and instead of finding it funny, he felt disgusting and nervous.

After about a few minutes, Ye Ling finally solved all the dozen or so blood species.

There were also several obvious scars on his body, and this pain was nothing compared to a fatal injury, so Ye Ling naturally didn't pay attention to it.

Ye Ling took one last look at these corpses, he couldn't help but feel nauseous and wanted to vomit, but thinking that all he was going to face next was like this, so he endured it and didn't vomit.

"My body is still a little shaky..."

"And I was visibly hesitant to go under the knife..."

"Although the blood species is slow to react and stiff, if it is a group of sieges, my life is not 100% unendangered. ”

"If I don't address these issues sooner, I think my chances of survival will be much lower..."

Ye Ling muttered.