When he arrived at the trading area, Naser found that there were too many gun shops now, and the quality of the guns was uneven, so it was too troublesome to provoke.

Now he's starting to miss his Colt Westwatch.

Although I have used it no more than seven times in total.

Then go buy a revolver.

Nather thought as he staggered into the gun shop.

Strong smell of gunpowder.

Naser wrinkled his nose, and the room was full of shirtless men, and many waitresses who forcibly covered up their indescribable body odor with makeup and inferior perfumes.

This place is really ...... Terrible.

"What do you need?" The waiter stepped forward and asked.

Nather quietly stepped back, "I want to pick the revolver." ”

To be honest, he really didn't want to come face to face with these waiters.

Who is he? Hunter! The hunter's perception is very powerful, and naturally includes the sense of smell.

So Nather was choked with smoke.

The waiter looked at Naser suspiciously, wondering if there was something wrong with this man.

The revolver was eliminated because its shortcomings were fatal.

Slow reloading, mechanical unsealed magazine design makes the bullet inevitably produce air leakage, resulting in about 60% of the ammunition energy will be wasted, range and lethality will be greatly weakened, for the current zombie rampant era, this non-automatic firearm is not as good as the semi-automatic Type 92 pistol, and once the zombie is close, it is not better than a short-barreled shotgun.

So the people who use this kind of weapon are strange in their eyes.

But who doesn't do business if there's a business? Don't you want a fool to send money to your door?

So the waiter still led Naser to the pistol counter.

There were very few revolvers, only a few, and Naser clearly recognized one of them, and one was Colt Westwatch.

There is also the Smith & Wesson M500 revolver, which is said to have been able to make a big hole in an elephant, with a unique ·500SWMagnum bullet, which is cone-headed, and ·500 refers to inches, which translates to 12.7mm in millimeters. (Author's note: Most of the pistol bullets are round-headed and flat-headed!) This blind spot should be clarified. ）。

There were so many people at the pistol counter, and it was already uncomfortable.

Nasser's temper is not very bad, but if you him off, you will know the origin of his little devil name.

After all, he's too good at blending in!

So it wasn't a villain at that time, but a demon!

Naser quickly glanced at the price tag of the Smith & Wesson M500 revolver in the gap between the crowds—

"Supplies card × 89?"

Affordable.

Naser then called the waiter over and bought the Smith & Wesson M500 revolver, as well as some ammunition.

100 rounds of ammunition, 30 supply cards.

After selling out, there are still 97 chapters of material cards left.

Nather's Shadow Brotherhood had just a place to put his pistol behind his waist—Nather strongly suspected that Prometheus had foreseen all of this, so he simply asked Hephaestus to add it.

The Smith & Wesson M500 revolver could only be loaded with five rounds due to caliber issues.

But fortunately, the magazine does not have a lock cover.

So you can shoot while you press the bullet inside.

So compared to semi-automatic pistols, there are still advantages.

Nather thought, and at the same time, the instinctive vigilance of the Hunter God made him react quickly.

Someone followed him.

Still whispering.

Nashar's hearing could barely hear.

"Look at the armor in that man's hand, and he still pretends to use a revolver, I think, it's just that he has money to burn in a panic!"

"Be quiet, don't get discovered."

Do you want to rob?

Wish for the moon!

A scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth under Nather's mask, and he quickly flashed into an alley.

To be honest, he just bought this gun, the Smith & Wesson M500 revolver is a hunting pistol.

That's right, the use is outdoor hunting.

So be able to deal with giant beasts like elephants and rhinos.

So, for him, the first hunter of Olympus, this gun can be said to be tailor-made.

Born for him.

While turning and detouring in the alley, judging these stalkers.

There were six people in total, and two of them smelled of gunpowder, indicating that they had followed him out of the gun.

Then there could be a gun.

The gun is not his advantage, the rate of fire and the magazine are two points that the revolver cannot compare with the automatic pistol.

So it has to go around the back.

Nather thought to himself, quickly swaying around a corner, then sprang up to the roof, returning to the Shadow Assassin posture.

Those few people were naturally alert.

The people they were tracking found them.

Draw guns – all six have guns.

Quickly chase around corners.

There is a T-junction ahead.

Find them one by one!

Stupidity!

Nather quickly drew a rope arrow, and Maya had long taught him a special method of assassination.

Rope arrows have ropes, don't they?

A piece of live buckle can be thrown around someone's neck.

For example, Maya needs to shoot rope arrows into the distance because of her lack of arm strength, and she will be hanged by the person who is wrapped around her neck in an instant.

But Nather was different, his demonic claws were enough to tear a person's head off, and pulling a rope to hang a person was more than enough.

Maya has a very literary name for the way of assassination, for example, this type of assassination is called "rope strangulation" in the Shadow Brotherhood, which Maya calls: "Ode to the Executioner", aerial assassination is called "Bat Hunt", and edge assassination is called "Emperor's Abyss" (that is, to give the enemy a knife from a high place and drag it down). Assassinations in hidden places are called "shadow predation".

Naser was extremely skeptical that she had any special fetishes.

Shouldn't death be respected? Why does it feel like she's been treated as art?

No matter, isn't he taught it anyway?

Nather quickly slipped the rope into a slippery buckle and threw it onto the last of the group's necks.

Pull the rope quickly!

It is estimated that the man has not even reacted to what the situation is, and he will die.

Catching the corpse that was being dragged by himself, Nather quickly hung it on the wall and then moved away.

The blade is indeed an effective weapon, and so is fear.

The same few people walked together, and suddenly one of them disappeared, and when I went back to look for him, I found that he had been killed and was still hanging on the wall, even if he had a good psychological quality, he might not be able to accept it.

Because who knows – what are they up against?

Perhaps, they are the ants who stare into the abyss but are afraid of being stared at by the abyss.

A few people soon discovered that further on, there were dead ends at both ends of the T-junction.

It was also found that there were fewer people.

So it was poured back.

It was close to noon and the sun was high in the sky.

The sun shone on the corpses hanging from the walls.

They were just planning how to make a good fortune.

Now, one of them was hung on the wall, rolling his eyes, his tongue sticking out, as abnormal as his neck, his lower body was partially soaked with urine, and a tent was tied under his pants. (Author's note: After men die, they will be the last ** time because of muscle spasms, ask the forensic doctor, don't spray if you don't believe it.) ）

"Mom...... Damn! "When there are two people who are scared and pee.

"Brother, brother, I don't want to die!"

"Don't be afraid, the five of us are together, and that guy can't do anything about us!"

The speaker clearly wanted to retain his position as leader.

"Brother, there are only four of us......

The leader of these people pressed the pause button and was silent.

Looking around, the one who was just missing had already been pinched and exploded, and half of his body was buried in the garbage heap.

"Run! Come on! ”

There is no leadership temperament at all.

However, this straight, which is only 20 meters, has become incredibly long.

The dark red thing flashed by, and there was one less partner who was still by his side just now.

With a scream, a cylindrical object rolled over.

Is that...... Section ...... Thigh......

The three people who fled instantly disappeared the so-called brotherly righteousness.

Run wildly, just to surpass the previous one.

As long as it's not the last, the next one to die is not himself!

The dark red quickly descended.

They saw it, it was an arm!

Huge arms!

The moment I ran on the far left was held.

He was then pressed against the wall.

Twist hard.

He went from being a man to a bunch of people.

The remaining two people ran wildly without looking back.

Huge palms fell from the sky.

The height of the one on the right was directly compressed to about ten centimeters.

In a moment, it also turned into a pool.

The last survivor, as it happens, is the leader.

The dark red arm quickly grabbed him.

Drag him back.

His eyes widened and almost tore the corners of his eyes.

His hands slashed at the ground, scraping out ten bloody marks.

The eyes of his companion who were stuck on the ground looked at him, as if mocking.

The splinters of his companions on the wall smashed on him as if in sarcasm.

The thigh of the torn companion hit him on the head as if in an insult.

The urine of his companion hanging from a high place was sprinkled on his body as if it were charity.

Everything satirizes his greed and celebrates his selfishness.

Eventually, it's all over.

When he was found the next day, he was as hideous as a ghoul, holding a piece of threaded steel rod in his hand and sticking it in his chest.

I have to say, Nasser's method ...... Becoming more and more inhumane.

After the first one was hanged by him, he hung it on the wall, and then hidden, used his ghost hand, and held the other directly, the ring finger of the ghost hand was cut into the heart, and the head was crushed just to be scary, and dragged into the garbage heap.

When they began to flee, they quickly dragged one back and tore it apart with the demon's claws.

Then go up to the wall, one slap to death, one to press.

It's like treating ants.

The last one, after being dragged back, was already scared abnormally.

So Nather simply grabbed the rebar rod that the guy had picked up and stabbed him to death with a backhand.

When I went back, I couldn't help but scold Eros.

But he didn't have that much time to make a fuss, and he probably didn't have time to accompany Eros.

He'll have to recruit a group of men to help him fend off the horde of corpses.