With his feet on the dense weeds, Chu Que was walking in the predetermined direction, along the top of the hillside.

After walking a few steps, another death message appeared in the field of vision in the lower left corner.

XXXX fell to his death, leaving 95 people.

The number of remaining prompts dropped directly to 90.

Presumably, the person who didn't get off the plane in the end was dropped off the plane. Some people didn't open their parachutes when they panicked, so they fell directly to the ground and died.

Wang Meng killed Li Qi with his fist, leaving 89 people.

"What... Kill with your fists... That is, was he beaten to death with his fists? . . The bloody fight, as expected, was terrible. I should... How to live ... When Chu Que received the prompt, he was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that just at the beginning, someone had already killed another person directly, or using such a bloody and brutal method.

Chu Que shook his head and shook off those nonsense thoughts, for now, it is better to take one step at a time and see one step at a time, so let's move towards the goal immediately.

After about 10 minutes or so, I saw two or three more death notices appear.

Finally, we came to the location of the marker, which was a warehouse built on a flat ground halfway up the mountain.

There was still a circle of barbed wire outside, but there were already several large holes, and Chu Que easily bent down from the holes and walked in.

There are two wooden watchtowers at the gate on the left and right, and a small two-story white building at the far end, which can be vaguely seen to be a staircase behind it, probably leading to the second floor.

But now the attention is not on this, Chu Que lowered his body and cautiously touched towards the warehouse, sticking out his head from the door to see that there were many shelves inside, and there were many boxes stacked on them.

In the middle, there were also a large number of boxes and boxes scattered together, and Chu Que quietly shouted twice, "Is there anyone?" Excuse me, anyone? ”

At this time, he was actually looking forward to the presence of other aborigines on this island, if he could get their help.

But reality is always not so rosy, Chu Que's voice echoed a few times in the warehouse, and no one else existed.

"I guess it's nobody." After hesitating at the door for a while, he decided to go inside.

When I walked into the warehouse, I saw a camouflage bag on the ground in front of you.

"What is this?" I pushed it with my hand, and the bag fell directly to the ground, "It's still a little heavy." ”

Since he didn't find any danger for the time being, Chu Que picked up the bag.

There is a zipper on the small packet, and inside the zipper is some gauze, antibiotics, medical scissors, glucose infusion bags, and clean distilled water that Chu Que thinks is more important now.

After rummaging through it, I re-zipped it up and carried the first aid kit in my hand.

After taking two steps inside, this time on the left, there was a pistol on the ground, next to 2 orange bullet boxes, and a black pistol magazine.

After walking briskly, Chu Que put the medical bag back on the ground, then picked up the pistol, made an aiming position and tried it, click, click.

He also pulled the trigger twice, "This... Is it a real pistol?! Listening to the crisp sound of the firing pin, Chu Que was a little incredulous, picked up the magazine next to him, and found that there was nothing in it.

WHEN PICKING UP THE BULLET BOX, THERE WERE 9MM PISTOL BULLETS IN THE CLEAR YELLOW ONE. I took out a bullet and stuffed it into the magazine, but I found that I couldn't press it for a long time.

Changed directions, and this time the bullet jammed into the magazine smoothly. Insert the magazine into the pistol, aim it at the wall of the warehouse, and pull the trigger twice in succession.

Bang! After a single gunshot, a crater appeared in the wall.

Because Chu Que, who had no shooting experience, the pistol he was holding in his hand was directly thrown out and fell to the ground.

"Ahh Is it actually a real gun? . . Rubbing his wrist, which was numb, he didn't know how to use the gun at all, and the posture of the first shot was not correct.

Fortunately, it wasn't a weapon like the Desert Eagle, but it was a little uncomfortable on the wrist, and it eased up a little after a few rubs.

If it is a pistol with a strong recoil, and a random shot like Chu Que is, maybe his wrist will be broken directly.

Picked up the pistol from the side, pressed the button above the magazine, and the magazine was faded, he still knew this, after all, he had participated in military training, and he had also learned a little of the most basic knowledge of firearms.

Holding the pistol in his hand and observing it for a while, he saw that there was a small switch that could be flipped in the back, and ON/OFF was written on both sides of the switch.

I tried switching to OFF, and then pulled the trigger, and sure enough, I guessed correctly, the trigger was locked, and I couldn't press it.

I found a clean-looking ground and sat down, put the pistol on my lap, picked up the bullet box, and filled the magazine one by one.

XX kills XXX with an M416 headshot, leaving 85 people.

At this time, someone had already picked up an assault rifle M416, and he still killed one person with a headshot.

Chu Que looked at the pistol on his lap and thought that if he touched that person, he would definitely not survive.

While thinking, the movement in his hand did not stop, the first time to reload the ammunition was not skilled enough, but it was still quickly loaded, directly stuffed into the pistol, raised the pistol and looked at the safety, to confirm that it was not opened by mistake.

Then he followed the example of those characters from the movies, pretending to be handsome and sticking a pistol into his trouser belt and covering it with a T-shirt.

"What about the rest of the bullets?" Chu Que looked at the half-used bullet box on the ground, and it was definitely not enough space to put it in his pants pocket, but he didn't want to throw away these life-saving things.

"It would be nice to have a backpack at this time." Chu Que picked up a box of bullets, thinking about this question, and suddenly something surprising happened to him.

The bullet box disappeared from his hand: "What's going on?" Why did it suddenly disappear? Is anyone here! Lifting his clothes, pulling out his pistol, he slid the safety quickly, and looked nervously around him.

"Come out of here! Otherwise, I'll shoot! Chu Que took two steps back and shouted to the side.

I could feel my back against the iron wall, and there was no way to retreat. Chu Que also made up his mind, raised his hands, stretched them straight, and then shot indiscriminately at the open space in front of him.

Bang, bang, bang, five or six bullets in a row, bullet holes in between appeared in the field of vision, but nothing appeared.

When the sound died down, all that was left was the sound of Chu Que's breathing, the friction of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the sound of bullet casings rolling on the ground.

Chu Que, who was ruthless all of a sudden, is also a little scared now, and some cold sweat flows out of his back.

The mouth also began to gasp for air, and it seemed that his heart was racing a little and needed more oxygen.

"It should be. No one. Chu Que still stared at the front nervously for a while, and after confirming that it was indeed no one's situation, he finally relaxed the nervous feeling in his heart a little.

"But how did the bullet disappear from my hand?" I haven't encountered this situation for so many years before, and it's definitely not that I have any superpowers.

"Wait... Could it be... Suddenly, he patted his head and thought of a great possibility.

Hurriedly opened the interface of the system and clicked on the second option, which is the backpack option. Among them, he found a box of ammunition in his hand, showing the number of bullets for a 9mm pistol.14

In the lower right side of the side, the message P92 appeared with the pistol he was holding in his hand. (The data is based on the game, it is actually HKp9 type, and there is only the usual magazine with a capacity of 9 rounds)

There is a number 14/14 displayed below the pistol, which should be the amount of ammo, unlike the game, the extra 14 bullets must be reloaded before they can be used, and it is impossible to remove the magazine and reload it will be automatically full.

And after the bullet, the weight of the whole pistol increased a lot, it used to feel more than a pound in the hand, but now it weighs at least 3 pounds, and the right hand is turned twice, a little heavy.

Chu Que is not a weak guy, he still often goes to exercise for his physical condition, and this weight is still acceptable.

Since there is a system of backpacks, I thought about it for a while and put the pistol in the backpack.

In the next second, sure enough, the pistol disappeared into Chu Que's hand, and in the backpack, where there was originally information, a holographic model of the pistol just now appeared.

"What is this mechanism? It's just thinking about the backpack, so taking it out should be thinking about what to take out. Chu Que tried again, thinking about taking out the P92, and sure enough, it reappeared in his hand.

"In that case, it's going to be a lot easier, and I'll put this in too." Seeing the medical kit that I had just brought over on the ground, this was not very convenient in my hand, and I put the medical kit and the remaining complete bullet box into the backpack.

Chu Que wanted to continue searching the warehouse to see if there was anything else here.