There were several pistols and submachine guns on a table in the center of the police station, Lin Qing wiped his nose, grabbed a Type 92 semi-automatic pistol he had just found from the gun hanger, and rubbed the body of the gun with love.

Lin Qingmo, who had never touched a real gun, took this pistol with a black light and a sense of streamlining, weighed it, and found that the gun was almost 1 pound and 4 weights, 18 cm long, held the gun body, and found that it was extremely smooth, picked up the magazine from the side and looked at it, and found that it was a 5.8 mm bullet, inserted the magazine and aimed at the picture frame on the wall, and nodded with satisfaction. Turn off the safety and insert it into the holster you just found, next to your belt.

"You guys also come and see, it's very strange," Lin Qing shouted at the old Wu Xiaoyu who had been looking forward to it for a long time.

I picked up a Type 79 miniature submachine gun from the side, the body of the gun is 74 cm long, about 3.8 pounds, and it is also equipped with a folding stock, using 7.62 mm bullets, and one magazine can only hold 20 rounds.

Put down the gun and walk to the side, counting the harvest this time. A total of 8 92 pistols and 2 submachine guns were found in the arsenal, with 530 rounds of pistol ammunition and 300 rounds of ammunition for submachine guns. After greeting the two who were still playing with their pistols, he walked to the other rooms to see if there were any other discoveries.

The place where the guns were originally placed has been scavenged, Lin Qing walked to a room with an office sign hanging alone, pushed the door in, and found a mutilated corpse sitting on the chair, with a gun hole on the head, and a pistol falling on the ground, Lin Qing picked up the pistol, withdrew the magazine and found that the bullet had been empty, put it into his pocket and began to look at the room, the air was filled with a smell of corpses, there were all kinds of scattered documents on the table, and a half-meter-high box was placed in the corner, and there was no other discovery. Lin Qing's gaze stopped on the box, and he walked over to open the box, where a Nepalese saber lay quietly with a scabbard next to it. Although Lin Qing didn't know much about knives, as soon as he saw this dog-legged shape, the name automatically popped up in his mind.

The total length of this knife is 38 centimeters, the blade is only 23 centimeters, and the handle is 15 centimeters. Put it in the scabbard and put it in your pocket. And he walked back

When Lin Qing returned to the table, he found that Lao Wu and Xiao Yu were fighting for the right to use the last submachine gun.

Shaking his head, he opened his backpack and took out a cigarette from it and lit it, looking at them with a smile.

When Lao Wu saw Lin Qingzheng standing aside looking at him and Xiaoyu, Lao Wu's face turned red and he stopped arguing.

"Brother Lin, you're here, tell me who this submachine gun is for" The red-faced little fish asked Lin Qing.

"Have you ever shot a gun? Are the bullets enough for you to practice? Lin Qing asked Xiao Yu rhetorically.

Xiao Yu looked at the number of bullets, sighed and stopped insisting. Lao Wu next to him didn't dare to speak.

Lin Qing saw that the two of them had calmed down, so he opened his backpack, put 3 pistols and a submachine gun aside, and lit out 120 pistol bullets and 40 submachine gun bullets, and the rest were loaded into the backpack.

"Xiao Yu, you hold a pistol and charge, Lao Wu, you just need to hold a pistol. If you don't have a lot of bullets, you should save money, and if you can, don't shoot, after all, the gunshots are really too loud. Use it again in times of crisis. Lin Qing looked at the two and said

"It's okay, after all, I've never fired a gun, it's not as good as an iron bar, hehe" Lao Wu didn't have any opinion on Lin Qing's decision, but he was a little aggrieved in his heart, after all, the pistol looked much weaker than the submachine gun.

"Thank you, Brother Lin, I will definitely not live up to your trust" Xiao Yu happily picked up the submachine gun, began to load the magazine, hung the submachine gun on his body, picked up the pistol from the side, loaded the magazine and put it in the holster. Lin Qing and Lao Wu had already loaded their bullets, each inserted their pistols into their belts, and they also had a spare magazine in their pockets.

"Remember, I'm shooting when I'm in a crisis, otherwise I find out who shot without permission, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Lin Qing said solemnly.

"Yes" Xiaoyu, Lao Wu hurriedly responded.

Walking out of the gate of the police station, it was already 3 o'clock in the afternoon. After looking around, I prepared to return to the convenience store.

Xiao Yu looked at the zombie corpses scattered on the street, especially the fragmented D-type zombie corpse in the distance, his face turned white again, and the terrifying claws flashed in his mind, and his steps sped up a little.

On the way back, Lin Qing thought a lot, Xiaoyu's loyalty was obviously higher than that of Lao Wu, who had just joined the gang, and Lao Wu's performance was also seen in his eyes, as the so-called use of people is not suspicious, and it is impossible for him to stand firm alone in this last world, and it is still necessary to have people who can be used under his hands.

"I wonder if I can dodge bullets when I use my ability?" Lin Qing thought about it, and still felt that it was a little possible, but he hadn't tried it, and he wasn't sure.

Shook his head and left it behind. When I arrived at the convenience store, I realized that something was wrong. Lin Qing stopped the two,

I saw two pickup trucks parked in front of the convenience store, and there was a person smoking a cigarette in one of the seats, and his Wuling van was also guarded by one person, and the pickup truck was full of food.

At this time, 5 people walked out of the convenience store, the remaining 4 people were holding various knives in their hands, and one in the middle was holding a pistol.

Lin Qing frowned, "You guys take out the gun and come with me to see the situation."

Xiao Yu and Lao Wu pulled out their pistols from their waists, didn't dare to open the safe, and followed Lin Qing, who was holding a corpse knife, and walked over.

"Hey, hey" Lin Qing, who hadn't approached yet, shouted at the group of strangers, and the people who were startled by the sudden sound hurriedly turned their heads to look in Lin Qing's direction, and the knives and guns in their hands were aimed at Lin Qing and them. Seeing that there were only three people, the group of people breathed a sigh of relief, and when they got closer and found that two of them actually had guns, their faces changed again, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Lin Qing and the others stopped when they walked 10 meters.

"Which of you is the head? Come out and speak" said and gave Xiaoyu Lao Wu a look, and walked towards them alone.

"Brother, don't shoot, be careful that the gun goes off, it's not good to attract zombies" The one with the gun shouted as he walked out, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand was faintly aimed at Lin Qing. At this time, the smokers in the car and the people who took care of the van all got down. A total of 6 people looked at Lin Qing nervously with knives in their hands, to be precise, Xiao Yu and Lao Wu who were holding guns.

Lin Qing only felt that he was uncomfortable, a sense of crisis came from his body, and a crazy consciousness appeared in his mind, and the desire to kill was rising! It took a deep breath to suppress the desire. He shouted at the man: Put down the gun and talk, you put down the gun, and we will follow suit.

Lin Daohong (the one with the gun), who had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, was slightly relieved in his heart, and he didn't dare to change in the slightest. "Okay, I said one, two, three, let's put down the gun together! One, two, three! Lin Qing made a downward movement with his backhand, and Lao Wu and Xiao Yu slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun.

Lin Qing put away his knife and walked to Lin Daohong, who had lowered his gun.

"What do you call it?" Lin Qing asked

"Lin Daohong, what about you?"

"Lin Qing, followed by Xiao Yu and Lao Wu, both nicknames"

"Hey, it's still my family. Brother Toda, just call me Brother Hong, where did you get your guns? It looks good," he handed Lin Qing a cigarette as he spoke, took out a lighter and lit it himself.

Lin Qing enjoyed Lin Daohong's service with peace of mind, spit out a smoke ring in his mouth, and said to Lin Daohong: Forget it, I'm used to it from Xiaoye, I can't call the word brother, you can call me by my nickname: Brother Lin. As for the gun, it was picked up from a corpse on the road.

Lin Daohong looked at the young man with personality in front of him (why is he not young at the age of 28, Lao Tzu said that he is young), he didn't know whether to vomit or not, nodded, and introduced the situation to Lin Qing.

These people came out of a nearby gathering point, mainly to help the gathering point find food, and by the way to find other survivors to bring back, there are two people in the gathering point, named Liang Long and Zhang Tao, both of whom ran out of a nearby prison when the end broke out, and there are guns in their hands, and there are also a few automatic rifles, accompanied by people they know in the prison, all of whom are ruthless.

I followed Zhang Tao, and 8 percent of the food I found was handed over to Zhang Tao, and 2 percent was divided by myself. Now there are about 150 people at the gathering point, of which 30 people followed Zhang Tao out, 40 people followed Liang Long, and the remaining 80 people were survivors found from some places one after another. Lin Daohong, who finished speaking, took a sip of water and looked at Lin Qing who was thinking.

Lin Qing, who came back to his senses after a while, looked at Lin Daohong and looked at the other six people behind him.

Knowing what Lin Qing meant, Lin Daohong hurriedly called his companion behind, and waited until his companion walked to the side before introducing Lin Qing.

"Brother Lin, you can call him a chicken, this one is called Big Tooth, this one is called Mosquito, and these two brothers, the elder brother is called Ah Bing, and the younger brother is called Ah Wu. If you are driving, just call him an old smoking gun, what are you doing in a daze, call Brother Lin. Lin Daohong kicked his dumbfounded companion.

"Brother Lin is good" Several people hurriedly greeted Lin Qing.

Lin Qing nodded, looked at the chick, and found that he looked young, his face was covered with stains, and his figure was very thin.

Lin Qing, who had made an old mistake again, asked the chicken, "Do you know how to drive?" ”

"Huh?" The chick looked at Lin Qing suspiciously

"No, how old are you?"

Chick hurriedly replied: 16 years old, what's wrong Brother Lin?

"It's okay" Lin Qing smiled and looked at Daya, and found that Daya was a middle-aged man, about 40 years old. Big Tooth smiled kindly when he saw Ringo looking at him, and two buckteeth appeared in his mouth.

Mosquito is a 24-year-old young man with bright eyes. On his feet he was wearing a pair of worn-out Nike shoes. Seeing Brother Lin looking at him, he also smiled.

The next two brothers are actually twins, the elder brother Ah Bing has strong limbs, and at first glance he can eat well, and the younger brother Ah Wu is similar, Ah Bing has red hair on his head, and Ah Wu has blue hair, which is easy to identify. The last old smoker was a 50-year-old man with a mouth full of big yellow teeth when he smiled, and his face looked like a 60-year-old man, and his hair was already empty.

And Lin Daohong himself began to introduce himself, 34 years old, a local, hiding at home when the disaster broke out, and there were several zombies at the door constantly slamming the door. When he was about to starve to death at home, he was rescued by Zhang Tao, and since then he has helped Zhang Tao do things.

Lin Qing, who already had a general understanding of the identities of this group of people, nodded. looked at Lin Daohong

"Can you take me to the gathering place? I don't know what the gathering place is like since I came out."

"Yes, Brother Lin has spoken, the younger brother must listen" Hearing Lin Qing's answer, Lin Daohong was secretly excited, this group of people has guns, and they all have submachine guns, the most lacking thing in the gathering place is this kind of ruthless people, and there are rewards for bringing them back, the simplest food will definitely not be able to run, if they can join Zhang Tao's men, Zhang Tao's power will grow again, and the entire gathering place will be Zhang Tao's final say, and his status will also rise.

"When to go? Hey, hey! Lin Qing shouted at Lin Daohong, who was in a trance.

"Oh, oh. Let's go now," Lin Daohong, who had returned to his senses, hurriedly replied.

"Old smoking gun, drive, others get in the car, go back to the gathering place!"

Lin Qing stopped Da Ya, who wanted to drive the van, and said to Da Ya that this was his car, and beckoned Xiao Yu and Lao Wu to get into the car.

Daya looked at Lin Qing's back, looked back at Lin Daohong, who shook his head, and walked back to the pickup truck.

At 4 p.m., two pickup trucks and a Wuling van drove out from the convenience store intersection, and the destination was a gathering place 4 kilometers away。。。。。。