Fritters obviously didn't expect his teammates to turn their guns on him, and his face immediately turned the color of pig liver.

Duan Mo noticed that his hands were already clasped together angrily, trembling slightly.

However, after a few moments, the fritters' fists were released again, "Okay, don't shoot." ”

He bent down and dragged the supplies out of his backpack bit by bit.

"Energy drinks"

"Bandage x10"

"9mm bullet x150"

"Fragment*"

"7.62mm bullet x60"

"AKM Automatic Rifle"

"UPM9 Assault, Gun"

Duan Mo looked at the materials in this place, his eyes were shining.

"Looks like landing in a bomb shelter is really right, so many things!"

And Drunken Dream looked at these materials, and his heart was even more contemptuous of fritters - when others were fighting desperately, this oily and powdery teammate was actually picking up these things?

"Duan Mo, you take the bandages and drinks away," Drunken Meng said, placing all the 9mm bullets on himself.

Duan Mo nodded, knowing that it was too late to be polite at this time, so he quickly picked up the medicine to restore his life, patted the fritter on the shoulder by the way, and comforted: "It's okay, I'll return it to you later." ”

The fritters tried to tug at the muscles on their faces, and smiled very ugly.

Duan Mo actually saw the fritters clearly in his heart, but he didn't care as much about drunken dreams - after all, people all want to live.

At this time, Doudou finally moved her little short legs, and came to Duan Mo and the others through mountains and rivers, and the four of them made a little preparation, and then headed for the nearest material point.

At this time, although the weapons of the four people were rudimentary, they finally had some self-protection ability - Doudou carried her sniper rifle, Zuimeng and Duan Mo each held UMP9, and Youtiao carried a UMP9 and an AKM rifle.

"Where are we going now?" Doudou ran two hundred meters with the 98K, which was too huge for her, looking a little embarrassed, and her face was flushed.

And Drunken Dream and Fritters are also watching themselves, obviously waiting for their own ideas.

"We're now in the center of the island a little easter, and the safe zone is in the southwest of the island," Duan Mo said as he looked at the map, "We're heading directly towards the safe zone, there are some scattered huts on the way, and we can get close to the safe zone while collecting supplies...... Do you have any comments? ”

"Nope!" Doudou was the first to answer.

The fritters didn't say a word, obviously acquiescing to Duan Mo's plan.

"But we're a little far from the safe zone, and if we walk there, won't it be too late?" Drunken Dream looked at the map, a little worried.

"Hmm," Duan Mo nodded, "Indeed, so try to search along the highway as much as possible, if we can find the vehicle, then our pressure will be much less." ”

Drunken Dream showed a rare smile. "Now that you've thought it through, let's go."

The four of them did not hesitate to do so, and marched towards the southwest together.

Ahead was a vast plain area, and there were a few huts scattered on the plain, and the four of them searched and advanced, and they gained a lot along the way.

And the happiest among the four is Duan Mo.

As soon as he got the skill of the King of Trash, he immediately felt the benefits of this skill - the place he passed was absolutely empty.

Since neither Doudou nor Zuimeng found the backpack in the team, even if they found resources, they could only take a small part of them, and Duan Mo pocketed all the rest of the stuff - 300 rounds of .45 caliber bullets and 500 rounds of 9mm bullets!

These two caliber bullets, as the most abundant resources on the entire island, can be found everywhere, but most people can't carry too much due to the limitation of backpack space, so they have to throw them away, so this is cheaper Duan Mo.

In addition to this, there are countless throwables, almost hundreds of bandages......

In short, all the worthless equipment that no one wanted was packed into his backpack like a bag.

"It's really worthy of the name of the king of garbage...... Duan Mo pressed 50 .45 rounds of bullets into the Thomson charge he had just picked up, and in the gun, he felt that he could completely use the bullets to crush the enemy to death.

"I found the car!"

Duan Mo was happy, and Doudou's excited shout suddenly came from the earphones, he left the small building in the wilderness where he was, and went out to take a look, and sure enough, Doudou was waving his hands next to an open-top jeep on the side of the road.

"It's said that blessing is unequaled, I think it's all a lie." Duan Mo hurriedly ran over and rubbed Doudou's head vigorously, this cute little Lori really made a great contribution today.

"Uh-huh!" Doudou nodded vigorously, seemingly very comfortable, while Duan Mo felt more and more that since she had put on the gun, this little girl seemed to have changed as if she had changed as before, and she was not as shy and shy as she was in the Quality Square before.

"Okay, let's leave when everyone has collected supplies, the poison circle is approaching us." Duan Mo called out to the other two teammates through the headset.

Drunken Dream and Youtiao agreed, and quickly walked out of the small house on the side of the road, and the group got into the jeep, and Duan Mo drove it all the way to the safety zone.

Beyond the vast plains in the middle of the island, the terrain to the west is noticeably more complex – with ravines, mountains, and muddy swamps in slightly low-lying areas.

"The mountains ahead are densely wooded, and it is likely that there is an enemy ambush, so be careful." Duan Mo glanced at the map while driving, at this time it was already the second spread of the poison area, the radius of the safe zone was less than two kilometers, and the number of survivors was still forty.

Duan Mo was a little depressed, forty people were crammed into such a small security area, and the possibility of a firefight was too great. "It seems that in the team mode, everyone is more cautious and conservative......"

Drunken Dream sneered and continued: "Of course, after all, in addition to guarding against enemies, you also have to watch out for teammates. ”

As he spoke, Drunken Meng's eyes fell on the fritters in the back seat of the car, and the fritters were flushed, and they hurriedly looked out the window.

"It seems that Zuimeng is really dissatisfied with this teammate......" Duan Mo muttered in his heart, but there was nothing he could do, how could a girl with such a temperament as Zuimeng listen to his persuasion?

So he had to make a haha and shout, "We're going to cross a swamp ahead, everyone be careful." ”

Before Duan Mo could finish speaking, the jeep had already fallen into waist-deep muddy terrain, and its speed had slowed down significantly.

The roar of the engine echoed through the trees, and suddenly became extremely loud, Duan Mo couldn't help but secretly regret listening to this loud sound - he had taken a detour if he had known it.

The poison gas followed closely not far behind them, and at this moment the speed of the jeep slowed down, and the blue-green poison gas immediately approached.

Duan Mo saw it in his eyes, and his heart was even more anxious, and he kept stepping on the accelerator.

At this point, they are not far from the safe zone, and they are most likely to be ambushed, and if they are surrounded by the enemies in the safe zone, then they will be done with the game.

The wheels trudged through the muddy water, stirring up patches of mud and churning the duckweed in the water.

Everything is going according to plan, and the safe zone is already in sight.

But Duan Mo's heart always felt ...... But something.

He seemed to notice that the duckweed next to the car moved slightly.

The texture of the water in the quagmire also seems not so peaceful.

It's so quiet.

It was so quiet that when the bullet that shot from * pierced his body, Duan Mo hadn't reacted yet.

"There's an ambush!" The blood mist on Duan Mo's body immediately filled the sight of Drunken Dream, Drunken Dream leaned out of the car window between the lightning and flint, and the ump9 in his hand had already begun to roar.

Duan Mo's eyes turned red, and his health immediately dropped to thirty percent, he desperately stepped on the brakes, rolled off the jeep in a flash, and immediately lay down next to the wheels.

"Hidden! Take cover! Duan Mo roared angrily as he asked Zui Meng, "Where is the enemy?!" ”

Drunken Dream immediately replied: "How do I know! ”

"Then you still shoot!"

"I want them to think they're exposed!" Drunken Dream shouted as he strafed all the places on either side of the swamp where enemies might be hidden.

And Doudou and the fritters also got out of the car as soon as they shouted in a drunken dream, and quickly hid behind the cover.

Duan Mo cursed, the enemy's gun was equipped with *, and he couldn't judge the enemy's position by the sound of the gun, he only hoped that he could see the flame of the muzzle of the enemy's gun when he shot.

But the enemy was obviously not going to give him this opportunity - bullets flew in the swamp, but the enemy could not be found at all.

", where...... Where is it?! ”

Bullets rained down on the jeep and into the muddy water beside Duan Mo.

Duan Mo clinged to the tall tires of the jeep, drunk and dreaming beside him, the fritters shrank behind a big tree not far away, but Doudou was gone.

But at this time, Mo didn't care about looking for Doudou, he glanced at his backpack, which was full of 12 smoke and bombs.

"I cover, you transfer! The car is about to blow up! Duan Mo wiped the muddy water off his face, threw the smoke one by one, and the smoke immediately surrounded the jeep 360 degrees.

"I see the enemy!" Drunken Dream shouted in a louder voice.

"Leave it alone! Get out of here! Duan Mo was so anxious that the jeep he was leaning on had already emitted bursts of black smoke and could explode at any time.

Zuimeng's eyes softened, knowing that now was not the time to be polite, and left a sentence "The enemy is in the southeast direction!" He turned and rushed into the smoke.

Duan Mo gritted his teeth, stood up, raised Thomson in his hand, and without aiming, he poured the bullet in the southeast direction.

This assault gun, known as the "Chicago Typewriter", finally exerted its power at a critical moment - up to a rate of fire of 1,500 rounds per minute, suppressing the enemy completely out of reach!

Countless bullets pierced the smoke and smashed the swamp to pieces, and the unique sound of the "Chicago Typewriter" completely ruled the space!

A magazine...... Another magazine......

The enemy didn't know that Duan Mo still had 500 rounds of ammunition in his backpack!