The car drove to a stop in front of the gate of an abandoned factory in the suburbs. The abandoned factory is surrounded by green trees and weeds, as if it has been abandoned for centuries and has not been cared for.

Strange to say, this factory was built in a deserted and isolated place.

"Go down."

In the indifferent and ruthless voice of No. 5, Zheng Yu was thrown out of the car heavily.

"What for!"

"All you have to do now is answer yes or no." No. 5 stretched out his hand and lifted Zheng Yu up. Zheng Yu resisted frantically, but it didn't make any difference, but made No. 5 stronger and stronger.

Just when Zheng Yu was about to suffocate, No. 5 took half a step back with his right leg, raised his right hand high, and slammed him to the ground......

"Knock ......"

Zheng Yu was thrown down vigorously from top to bottom, but No. 5 had obviously grasped the scale, so it didn't cause much injury, but the sharp pain that followed was enough to make Zheng Yu grit his teeth. He curled up on the ground, tears pouring out of his eyes, and his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

No. 5 glanced down at Zheng Yu, didn't pay any attention to him, and walked into the abandoned factory alone. After a long time, when the pain gradually subsided, Zheng Yu got up with fear on his face.

In his eyes now, the girl in front of him is a demon, a demon from the depths of hell. He didn't want to stay here for a moment, but he didn't have the courage to run away, because he felt that if he did, he would immediately become a ghost under her gun. A strong sense of survival does not allow him to do so.

"Come here."

No. 5 walked out of the factory, squinted at Zheng Yu, who was staying there, and said with pity. Immediately afterward, she picked up her sniper rifle and sat down against the wall. Then she took a rag out of her pocket and carefully disassembled and wiped her gun.

Zheng Yu walked into the dilapidated factory in shock, and cautiously looked at the devil who was maintaining her love gun. No. 5 squinted at Zheng Yu, and Zheng Yu was so frightened that he immediately rushed to the place pointed by No. 5, not daring to grind any further.

There was a piece of paper on the table, not much dust on it, as if it had just been put on. Zheng Yu carefully picked up the piece of paper, and there were dense words written on the paper, and Zheng Yu looked at it with a little fear. (This thing is just amnesia, and the reflection of the text is still there)

"This ...... Is it really not going to die? ”

Looking at what was written on the paper, Zheng Yu staggered to the ground with a look of disbelief.

"I don't want to repeat it a third time......"

Number Five pulled out a pistol stuck in his waist, his arm straightened, and the muzzle of the black hole was staring at Zheng Yu's head. The muzzle of the gun flickered faintly in the moonlight...... Her expression was still cold and ruthless, and there were only one glacier after another in her eyes, and the cold in them made people shudder. It seems that as long as Zheng Yu says one more word, the next moment will be death.

"Yes......"

Zheng Yu trembled and swallowed his saliva, not daring to say more useless words, but according to the previous order of No. 5, he didn't dare to say a word again. He stood there dumbfounded, not knowing for a moment what to do.

Seeing that Zheng Yu complied with his request, No. 5 mechanically inserted the pistol back into the holster on his waist and reassembled the sniper rifle that had been wiped. She assembled it very fast, Zheng Yu only vaguely saw her start assembling, and then it was assembled.

After assembling her love gun, No. 5 still maintained the posture of sitting against the wall, glanced at Zheng Yu and closed his eyes.

Zheng Yu cautiously looked around, found a softer place and lay down. His body trembled a little, and he always opened his eyes from time to time to examine Five, and only after seeing that she had not made any more movements for a long time did he relax and fall into a deep sleep.

In his dreams, he dreamed of many unthinkable things, dreamed of his family. There are also their friends and brothers, everyone drinks and eats together to the fullest. But these memories just drifted by in a hurry, and when Zheng Yu wanted to reach out and grab them, he couldn't catch them anyway. They're like illusions, very real illusions.

One night, Zheng Yu passed in this illusion in a daze. The next morning, the sun had just risen. Zheng Yu was picked up by the muzzle of No. 5's sniper rifle, but No. 5's small arm burst out with unparalleled strength, making Zheng Yu unable to break free with all his strength.

"Go and finish this morning's task, or there will be no lunch."

Five's voice was cold, as if he were talking to a dead man. Immediately afterwards, she lifted her hands vigorously and threw Zheng Yu off the sniper rifle.

The pain immediately made Zheng Yu's drowsiness disappear by half, and he got up from the ground in embarrassment, and staggered in the direction pointed by the five.

There are three different types of guns: sniper rifles, which can kill people for thousands of miles, automatic rifles, and pistols, which can shoot bullets. Next to the three guns there were also almost fifty boxes of ammunition, which filled more than half of the entire warehouse.

"Pick a gun you like, hit all the ammunition in front of you, and even if you finish your morning mission."

Number Five walked behind Zheng Yu and casually picked up the sniper rifle on her shoulder and shot at the iron ball. It's so fast, it's dizzying.

"Bang! Syllable! ”

The sound of two crashes was particularly crisp in this wilderness, reverberating back and forth in the mountains.

Zheng Yu thought about it for a moment, and then picked up the large pistol directly in front of him. He played up and down for a moment and nodded at Five.

No. 5 removed the ammunition from the ammunition depot and placed it in front of Zheng Yu. There were fifteen boxes of ammunition, and the dense ammunition made Zheng Yu feel dizzy, and he wasn't sure if his hand would be able to move when he finished this box of ammunition. But he had no choice now, and he clearly felt that if he dared to make Five unhappy, he would immediately lie on the ground and become a corpse.

Thinking of the fact that most of Zheng Yu's memories were lost, No. 5 snatched the gun in Zheng Yu's hand and unloaded the bullets in its magazine one by one and then loaded them back, her movements were very natural and fast, like an assembly line, without the slightest pause.

Zheng Yu took the gun cautiously, and shot it a little rustily, but the bullet did not shoot towards the predetermined track, but into the grass next to the iron ball.

"Consider the effect of recoil alignment."

Number Five was teaching on the sidelines, but her voice, which was not at all emotional, sounded a little nondescript, like an electronic sound from a computer.

After Zheng Yu heard this, he modified the strength of holding the gun, and his head involuntarily moved to the straight line of the front sight on the gun and the iron ball, three points and one line.

"Bang! Syllable! ”

This time, the bullet hit the iron ball accurately, making a crisp impact sound. Zheng Yu's heart also inexplicably felt a sense of accomplishment, and he fired the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth shots with a little excitement...... Magazine change, 9th shot, 10th shot...... Thirty-thirtieth shot, thirty-first shot...... Eighty-sixth ...... The 132nd Shot...... 321st Shot...... 561st Shot......

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang......"

The crisp sound of impact continued to reverberate, and it continued almost infinitely. No. 5 was unmoved, and accompanied Zheng Yu, standing there like a pillar.

"Bang!"

By the time the sixtieth shot was reached, Zheng Yu's hands were already covered with blood, and the tiger's mouth had been torn apart by the continuous recoil. Coupled with the blazing sun baking overhead, Zheng Yu's eyes and clothes were already overflowing with sweat. Sweat dripped down on the wound on his hand, and the scorching pain made Zheng Yu even more painful.

"Go on."

No. 5 saw Zheng Yu's lazy behavior, and immediately picked up the sniper rifle and aimed it at Zheng Yu's eyebrows, and stopped making a sound after saying a word mechanically, but the sniper rifle in his hand was not put down.

"Bang."

This shot missed the iron ball again. I saw that Zheng Yu's eyes had completely lost their charm, and he became like a robot, only doing a few of the same actions repeatedly. He has gradually entered the same situation as Five, with no state of mind, or simply the Walking Dead.