Rosen now knows that this American old black can really say.

Since he was rescued, the old black has not stopped talking, running the train with his mouth full, flying in the sky and running in the ground, and there is nothing he doesn't know, whether it is true or false and not to say, anyway, a mouth is the head of the road, quite able to bluff people.

In the past, Rosen only heard that the brother in the capital could speak well, but today he can be regarded as having seen it, and this American old black can speak in the vernacular. If he hadn't stopped him, this guy might be able to say that the sky is old and the sea is dry.

"Lloyd Jefferson Wade, shut up, or your voice will bring zombies." Lawson Road.

"Hey, Rosen, we're friends, aren't we? In this case, you don't have to call me by my full name, call me L-J or Lloyd, Wade can do anything. Old Black Lloyd said with a hippie smile.

"LJ, I advise you to stop talking, because ......," Rosen said, turning sharply, pointing the M1911 in his hand at Lloyd, and then pulling the trigger in his stunned and frightened gaze.

"Bang."

Gunshots rang out, followed by a figure that had just emerged from Lloyd's body and fell to the ground on the spot, with a bloody hole in his forehead, which had been pierced by the powerful bullet of M1911, and the back of his head was lifted.

"My God, Rosen, my brother, you saved me again, and I owe you twice." Lloyd turned around suddenly at this time, saw the lost body on the ground that was less than a meter away from him, how could he not understand what was going on, and immediately rushed over with excitement on his face and gave Rosen a big hug. "I will definitely repay you in the future."

"You can repay me the best way to say two words less." Lawson Road.

"But I'm nervous if I don't speak." Lloyd covered his mouth, rolled his eyes, and whispered, "And don't you think it's too quiet on this street?" ”

"Jingle Bell ......"

Before Lloyd could finish speaking, the phone rang in a phone booth not far away.

On the dark street, the public phone suddenly rings loudly, and anyone who encounters this scene will feel creepy.

"This ...... What's going on?! Lloyd stammered a little.

"Leave it alone." Of course, Rosen knew what was going on, this was after Dr. Ikemver, a scientist at Ambrella, found out that his daughter Angela was abandoned in the city, and in order to save her, he began to use the surveillance system in Raccoon City to find helpers, and to provide a way to escape as a bargaining chip to find someone to save his daughter.

In the original plot, Dr. Ekenford was chosen by Alice and Carlos, the former Ambrera company defense officer.

Rosen didn't expect that he, a complete outsider, would be picked by Dr. Ekenford.

He was now a little curious about whether Dr. Eikenford had such a choice, whether he saw the great strength he showed when he killed the zombies, or whether he just cast a wide fishing net and fooled everyone who could see and contact him to save his daughter?

Despite his curiosity, Lawson chose to ignore the ringing phone.

Because it is good to be able to join the main quest, the benefits are bound to be huge, but it is undoubtedly led by the plot. Then it will be impossible for him to do as he pleases.

In view of this, Lawson did not hesitate to give up this opportunity to get at least one main quest, and said decisively: "I'm leaving, lest the phone ring will attract zombies." ”

"I'll go with you." Without Rosen's invitation, Lloyd offered to follow.

Rosen did not refuse. Because Lloyd is also a plot character, and even he connected several scenes, it doesn't hurt to take him except for the eardrums to suffer a little.

As for the fact that his words always attract zombies, Lawson didn't care, it was just a joke.

"Bang bang bang......" Lawson shot again, headshooting several zombies who appeared nearby silently under the cover of darkness.

Although the ringing of the telephone is not loud, it can be heard far away in the dead street, and it is too loud for those zombies who have died and almost lost their sight, but their sense of smell and hearing has become very sharp, and it will naturally follow the sound.

For Rosen, though, that's not a bad thing.

Although ordinary zombies do not provide many merit points and experience points, no matter how thin the mosquito's legs are, they are still meat, and the more they accumulate, the energy will naturally change and cause qualitative changes.

"Lawson, there's monsters everywhere, where are we going?" Lloyd pulled out the two guns pinned to his waist and pretended to be ready to join the battle at any time, but in fact he didn't even turn on the insurance, just pretending.

Although he knew that he was paddling, Lawson didn't mind, after all, he didn't expect him to help him much, and it was better if there was no one to compete with him.

"It's still early in the morning, so let's go around." After Lawson finished speaking, he happened to see a store in front of him, and his eyes lit up and he walked over.

It's a sporting goods store that can be found almost everywhere in the United States, and it's not just about basketball, football, badminton, etc., but it's also about guns.

Selling guns as sporting goods is not the original creation of the Eagle Sauce family, but it is really only the Eagle Sauce family that can sell it so blatantly and unscrupulously, and the business is prosperous and world-famous.

It's a pity that when zombies were rampant and chaos struck, this sporting goods store also became the target of rioters, so not only the glass doors were smashed, but even the glass on the surrounding windows was smashed.

As for the various guns and ammunition in the store, then don't think about it, there are almost nothing left.

The reason why I say almost, is because Rosen also saw several boxes of bullets scattered on the shelves, but the caliber was different, and he didn't need it.

"Brother Rosen, there's nothing here." Lloyd glanced at it and said, "If you want to get a gun, maybe I can help you figure it out, you know, we have more ways to do that." ”

"Thank you for your kindness, but not for now." Rosen shook his head and said, "I don't want guns. ”

As he spoke, he walked to the nearby shelf and picked up the bow and crossbow that hung on it.

It can attack from a distance without any sound, it is definitely a bow and crossbow, and if you add a fast rate of fire, then only the bow is left.

Americans love to play with guns, but they also have a tradition of playing with bows and hunting, so there are a lot of bows and arrows in the sporting goods stores here.

While the variety of bows and arrows to choose from is really eye-catching, the difference is not much for Lawson, as they are all ordinary items, not even tabula rasa weapons.

But he still came in, not for the dazzling array of bows, but for all kinds of arrows of different materials, even arrowheads.

Although these arrows still have no attributes, they naturally can't bring any additional damage to his attacks, but with those arrows that are sharp and hideous at first glance, he thinks that they should be more than enough to kill some plot characters.

Although it is impossible for Lawson to take these arrows out of this world for free in the future, it is no problem to stuff them into the backpack temporarily, but the arrows with different arrows will be classified as different types, so they need to occupy the storage compartment in the backpack space separately.

"Hey, man, where did you stuff all those arrows?" Lloyd watched a large number of arrows disappear in Rosen's hand, and was stunned, rubbed his eyes and looked at them a few times, and couldn't help but ask after making sure that his eyes were okay.

"I'm a magician, so it's just a little trick." Rosen said casually.

"Can you teach me so that if I go to the gold shop, haha, you know......" Lloyd blinked, his face greedy and genuine.

"As things go on, it won't be long before things like gold and dollars become useless." Rosen said that he had already stood up, casually took a recurve bow with a pull force of 150 pounds on the shelf, and after carrying it on his body, he saw a row of javelins displayed on the shelf, and couldn't help but put most of them into the backpack space, leaving only three in his hand.

"Brother Rosen, what are you doing here?" Seeing this, Lloyd was puzzled and asked, "Do you want to learn from Robinson to hunt?" ”

"Then we'll have to see if the prey is stupid enough to jump out and die." Rosen said with a smile.

"What's the prey?!" Lloyd asked inexplicably.

"Of course there is, maybe you'll see it soon, because they're not very smart." Rosen raised his hand into the air, and the multicolored light that only he could see flashed and rippled in all directions, so that the stalker who had been in his inner vision reappeared in his field of vision, and the distance was getting closer.