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Not to mention the special infected people who may appear at any time, even ordinary infected people are enough for me to drink a pot. I'm asking for discipline to randomly display my current life as a percentage in the bottom right corner of my view.

My health is 84 right now, which is a healthy number.

On the way to the guardhouse, there weren't many infected people who didn't stop me. The most noteworthy thing is a bubbling drinking water bucket on the road that has been cut by some sharp weapon, and the two sides of the bucket have been scratched, and the scratches on it prove that the thing that destroyed the bucket must have sharp claws.

Hunter? Or is it Jockey?

I don't want to meet either one.

I took a few more looks at the broken bucket and reminded myself that I must be vigilant and vigilant. His own thin skin and tender flesh are not much thicker than a bucket.

Along the way, I also slashed and killed a few infected who stood in my way, the real world infected have a much more sensitive sense of hearing and smell than in the game, and even if they are cut in half, they will not die, as long as there is still a part of their body connected to the brain, they will not give up attacking humans.

It took me a lot of hard time to come to this conclusion, and I paid twenty health points for this conclusion, and I was only 64 points left when I got to the guardhouse. For some reason, the strength of the infected was much faster and faster, and I felt like my arm was going to dislocate my arm with just one punch. Now that they are rushing up, I can only save myself from being injured by taking the initiative, or I will be consumed alive by them.

The guardhouse was here with my efforts, but ......

"Self-discipline! Why didn't you tell me the guardhouse was locked?"

He was still sitting on a chair with a cup of milk tea like last time, and he said while sipping the milk tea: "I can't hack into the security system, do you think I'll know that the guardhouse is locked?"

"Since you don't know how the guardhouse is locked, how can you guarantee that the guardhouse will have weapons?"

I didn't have time to stand there and talk to him, so I had to look for other entrances and ask questions with the disembodied self-discipline who ran around with me as if it were fun.

"Well, it's simple. "I can smell the gunpowder in the guardhouse with your nose." ”

"My nose?" I sniffed, "I can't smell anything, you're not kidding me." ”

"No one will play you, don't worry. He finished his cup of milk tea and threw it in his hand and said to me with a look of disdain.

I now have two options, the first is to look for the access card in the mall I don't know how big it is. Second, a large supermarket like this will have a ventilation duct, find a ventilation duct and climb over.

As long as I have a brain, I will definitely choose the second method.

The vent is usually not noticed in the supermarket, and now suddenly I am asked to find one, and it is a little difficult to find.

"Self-discipline, did you write down my route this way?" I asked him eagerly as I found a vent. He showed up again and made an OK gesture, and I was relieved to see his reliable appearance. The vents were locked, and it was impossible to find the key in a hurry, so I slashed with the axe in my hand.

The axe snapped the latch on the vent, but it seemed to attract some of the infected nearby.

Oh!

The screams of the infected were already ringing one after another, but I couldn't open the vents.

I just noticed that although the latch of the vent was split, it also made a few shutters of the vent stuck in the gap, and it was a ghost to be able to open, but I didn't expect this kind of moth to come out at this time. I really regret my impulsiveness.

Seeing that the infected were about to appear in my sight, I couldn't even run. Anyway, if you run a few steps, you will be caught up, so what's the point of running?

Now the only way I can survive is to force open this damn ventilation duct, and I don't care how many more infected people will be attracted at this point, but I use all my strength to smash the damn ventilation duct hard.

Bell-bell-bell-bell-

I was supposed to save myself with a loud noise, but it was like the sound of the death bell ringing, and seeing the self-discipline calmly reminding myself of the report of how many meters the nearest zombie had been, I could only slash the vent that had begun to deform with an axe.

"Fifty seconds later, the first infected person will come into contact with you......"

"Thirty Seconds ......"

"Ten Seconds ......"

"Suggest that the user turn around and give an axe to the infected who is going to pound you in three seconds. ”

"!" I burst into a foul mouth, and with a turn of my axe, I slashed sideways.

Unlike last time, this time I subconsciously did not borrow any hints from self-discipline, but relied on my instinct to slash at the infected. There was no hint of the kill point provided by the first and previous self-discipline, my axe slashed directly at the infected's spine, and the axe got stuck in the gap in the infected's spine because of insufficient force, although it was stuck, my arm did not stop, and still hammered the infected hard against the wall with the stuck.

With a crisp thud, the infected's bones were hammered apart, and his body was forcibly split in half by me. Without hesitation, I quickly chopped off the infected's arm, leaving only one head still screaming at me. Seeing that my upper body, which had no arms left, was still screaming at me, my nameless tyranny became more and more intense, and I stomped on the skull fiercely......

……

"Beautiful!" shouted a creator sitting in front of the TV with a beer, popcorn, and a fist.

……

Without self-discipline reminding me of the angle of kill, I dismembered the infected in the most violent way possible. Although the resentment was slightly soothed, I also understood that such a needless drain of physical strength was definitely very dangerous. The top priority is to quickly smash the vents and leave.

I turned around and was about to continue opening the ventilation duct when the unhurried voice of self-discipline reminded me: "In twenty seconds, a group of five infected people will attack the user." Please be prepared for self-defense. ”

"Damn!" I didn't know what to say at this point, so I could only hold my safety axe in my hand and prepare to defend against the next wave of attacks.

Seeing that the infected had already appeared in my sight, I could only hold the safety axe more tightly.

Bang bang bang!

SCAR three shots in a row!

I was familiar with the various weapons in the game, and I immediately judged the type of gun, this rifle, with a magazine of 60 rounds, and three bullets fired at each trigger, with high accuracy, but a large amount of ammunition, is one of my favorite rifles.

The five infected were killed by a pinpoint point-and-shoot headshot, and their bodies slid some distance forward.

Looking up, a woman in a white trench coat armed to the teeth appeared in his sight hanging from the ceiling with a rope. When she saw that I saw her, she didn't hesitate to ask me, "Do you know how to use a pistol?"

I nodded like a chick pecking rice and said, "Yes!

"Glock or Magnum?"

It took me three seconds to realize that she was asking me the name of the weapon, and I subconsciously replied, "Glock! I want Glock!" and when she heard my answer, she took out two Glock from her waist and tied them together with a leather band tied to her head, and shot me with a military slingshot. Unfortunately, she didn't have enough power to predict it, so instead of hitting me, she hit a lamp and fell three shelves away from me.

Without hesitation, I ran to the spot where the weapon had fallen, shouting as I ran, "Cover me, okay?"

It wasn't human voices that answered me, but gunshots and a number of dead infected.

This wordless promise made me feel more secure than 10,000 words, and I ran to the two little angels with my axe in my hand.

Moo!

How could it be, how could there be cows in the supermarket? I pretended to be relaxed, but unfortunately the truth drove me into the bottomless abyss. It's a cow, yes, but this cow is a special infected charger (cow......

As the most violent characteristic, the Charger sneaks up on such a narrow and straight place. I can only find Glock as soon as possible, and with self-discipline and a pistol, I can't deal with such a bulky special feeling?

Ahem!

I was on the verge of crying when I heard the familiar and terrifying coughing sound.

Why smoker (tongue) is also here to join in the fun!

Smoker can spit out a long, strong tongue and drag the bound survivor towards him, but Smoker's tongue will not let go unless the person is killed, the tongue is broken, or the survivor is killed.

Glock appeared in my sight, and my heart was half relieved, the one on the ceiling was so powerful, I didn't have to worry about her. Now I just need to pick up the gun and concentrate on the charger. I picked up the Glock in four steps and two steps, and I was slightly relieved the moment I picked up the Glock.

"Ahh

I hurriedly looked up to see that the white trench coat on the ceiling had been firmly bound by Smoker's tongue, and it looked like it was about to be dragged away.

I just wanted to raise my gun and shoot to save her, but I was self-disciplined but unhurried: "In three seconds, the charger will start attacking the user, please get ready." ”

Self-discipline has always been so accurate that before I even noticed the Charger's figure, his characteristic roar of charging had already reached my ears first.

At this time, the choice is particularly dangerous:

Save her

Or save yourself?

……

No one will die, I will save everyone!

"Self-discipline! help me!" I let out a low sigh of self-discipline and let him turn on what he called "accurate measurement mode". Rows of parameters flickered past me in my view. When a progress bar was full, everything seemed to slow down in front of me, I couldn't hear any sound, I couldn't smell anything, it was as if all the energy of the sensory organs was being supplied to the eyes.

Before I could experience the mystery for a moment, my hand lifted itself and aimed it at the enemy.

My right hand shot first and broke my tongue, which was still dragging my white trench coat, and then a sideways shot shot at the charger as it charged me. All that came to me was a mass of corpses with their heads shot out.

It only lasted three or four seconds, but in my mind, it felt like a minute.

The white trench coat, which had removed a severed tongue from her body, lowered her rope and descended to me in a standard rope down position, and she said to me, "Come on, follow me to the guardhouse first." No matter what you want to do, helping each other is our only weapon. ”