Chapter 7: Breaking the Commissary

At noon on the fifth day of the outbreak of the end times, the neighbors on the same floor were named by Su Chen one by one, Su Chen was not satisfied with the status quo and planned to go to the store on the ground floor again.

This time, he planned to make a few more trips and empty the commissary as much as he could.

This kind of thing can't be done in a hurry, but it can't be delayed forever, after all, the end of the world broke out, although Su Chen didn't see other survivors for the time being, but this does not mean that he is the only living person left in this world, and the commissary at the bottom of the building is one of the main food sources of this building, and it is a key place to fight.

Su Chen had to rush ahead of them and transfer the supplies from the commissary to his house as much as possible.

It's been three days since the last time I infiltrated the store, and there are a lot of things that can happen in three days, Su Chen is not sure if the resources of the store have been plundered, and whether the store is occupied by zombies is also a big problem.

There were so many questions, but Su Chen didn't have any answers.

The only way to solve the problem, practice it in person, Su Chen took the equipment, lightly covered the security door, and walked downstairs cautiously.

As a precaution, Su Chen brought a replica pistol with a hundred steel balls, as well as a Nepalese saber and a military hand axe.

The military hunting crossbow Su Chen originally wanted to bring it, but there were only ten thin arrows, he didn't want to waste the few thin arrows in this operation, and besides, the hunting crossbow could not shoot continuously, and it was not as useful as the imitation pistol.

Su Chen slowly touched the bottom ladder, and unlike coming up, there were many more zombie corpses on the street, and after Su Chen came, there were obviously several groups of people passing by here.

Su Chen poked his head out and looked left and right, the street was very quiet, dozens of zombies were walking around at random, there were obviously too many zombies outside the commissary, and there was obviously a fight.

Su Chen cursed in his heart, those damn bastards really didn't leave a way for latecomers to live, if it weren't for Su Chen's new equipment now, he rushed over with three fruit knives, he would have been sent to death at all.

Su Chen calculated in his heart, as far as he could see, there were a total of thirty-one zombies on this street, in fact, there would be more, he calculated the hearing of the zombies, and believed that as long as the movement caused was not large, at most it would attract some of the zombies around the commissary, about eleven.

Eleven zombies is still a big number for Su Chen, after all, he is alone, and the magazine of the imitation pistol is only seven steel balls, and one shot may not be able to solve these troubles.

Waiting is definitely not the way, he thought about it for a while, and simply didn't sneak into the commissary for the time being, first attract these zombies over, and solve them one by one, although it would waste some bullets, but the safety was guaranteed.

He thought it was a good idea, and the Nepalese saber he held in his right hand was switched to his left, and with his right hand, he peeled off the holster, pulled out the imitation pistol, and aimed it at the zombie in front of the commissary.

Bang!

After the gunshot, the ball sank into the right shoulder of a zombie in front of the commissary, piercing its right shoulder and shooting into the right sternum of the zombie behind it.

However, at a distance of twelve meters, Su Chen still missed, and he cursed in his heart, another shot.

The second ball sank into the zombie's temple and into its brain, and its head shook and fell weakly.

Coupled with the simulated pistol of the silencer, although the rate of fire has slowed down a lot, the sound is very weak, much softer than Su Chen's normal voice, and the zombies ten meters away can't hear the silenced gunfire at all.

Two steel balls took away a zombie, this record Su Chen could barely accept, he raised his gun, and was just about to pull the trigger, when there was a sudden movement behind him.

Su Chen turned around suddenly, the two zombies behind him were only three meters away from him, and at this distance, the speed of the zombies would increase, and they might pounce on Su Chen at any time.

Su Chen didn't think about it, he directly pulled the trigger, and the remaining five steel balls submerged into the eyes of the two zombies, and suddenly burst into blood plasma and thick liquid, and their bodies fell weakly at Su Chen's feet, motionless.

Under the close-range shooting, Su Chen's accuracy is still good, within five meters, even if it is a fast-moving zombie, Su Chen is sure to hit it.

After all, the zombie's head is a big flaw, no matter which direction it hits, it will end the same way.

Solving the trouble behind him, Su Chen took out a handful of steel balls from his pocket, put them into the magazine one by one, and continued to shoot at the zombies in front of the commissary.

With an imitation pistol and plenty of steel balls, it is much better than rushing forward with a Nepalese saber and fighting hard, it is neither risky nor easy, Su Chen thought of the difference between a soft sister coin warrior and an ordinary soldier for a while.

I couldn't help but feel that I was lucky.

Under the continuous gunshots, the zombies in front of the commissary fell to the ground one after another, and once the zombies around heard the movement coming, they were also shot in the head by Su Chen.

Two minutes later, Su Chen used thirty steel balls to solve sixteen zombies, and his accuracy improved slightly.

Su Chen refilled the magazine with steel balls, and walked slowly to the commissary, with enough firepower, it was like playing to deal with zombies.

The glass door of the commissary was smashed by something, and the two zombies inside roared and pounced on Su Chen, Su Chen's right hand was raised slightly, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the zombie's head is two triggers.

Compared with the last time, the current commissary is very messy, the originally clean ground is full of corpses, and most of the snacks on the ground are stained with blood, Su Chen doesn't think much about it, just pick up the food on the cabinet and put it in the backpack, he now has two backpacks, a travel bag and a military backpack, carrying two bags of food at a time, saving a lot of effort.

After filling up, Su Chen quickly left the commissary, trotted all the way to his house, poured all the food on the tile floor in the living room, and hurriedly ran downstairs before he could catch his breath.

He didn't know when the zombies would fill the void, and he wasn't sure if there would be other survivors taking the opportunity to loot food when he was upstairs.

The end of the world broke out, the geographical environment of the commissary was very conspicuous, maybe there were people staring at it all the time, Su Chen broke through the commissary, if other survivors paid attention, they would naturally want to take the opportunity to take advantage of it, Su Chen didn't want the results of his hard work to be remembered by others, or even stirred up.

Su Chen's luck was good, the zombies didn't fill the void, and no other survivors entered the commissary at this time.

The second time he searched for food, Su Chen began to pick and choose, on the one hand, he wanted to take as much food as possible to fill his stomach, and on the other hand, he wanted to take advantage of this place to rest for a while, going back and forth to the sixth floor, once it was okay, but it was not comfortable to come a few more times.

Snacks such as potato chips were excluded by him for the first time, the taste was average, not full, and it took up a lot of space, this kind of snack food should not exist in the last days.

Su Chen quickly made a second trip, and when he returned to the commissary out of breath, he found that there seemed to be less food.

Su Chen was quite confident in his memory, but after running back and forth twice, he wasn't sure if his mind was still awake, he looked left and right, and found nothing abnormal, although it was a little twisted, but he still quickly put the third batch of food into his backpack.

After the third batch of food was loaded into the backpack, the commissary was able to quickly fill the hungry food and declare it depleted, and most of the food left was drinks, tobacco and alcohol, and some snack food.

Su Chen usually doesn't smoke and rarely drinks, and he doesn't get addicted, which saves him a lot of trouble, and for survivors who are addicted to smoking, life may be very tormenting.

Su Chen thought about it, although he was not good at this, but it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no exchange of materials in the future, he planned to come again later, and take the cigarettes and alcohol home, anyway, even if he didn't use it, there was no harm in saving it.

Su Chen rested in the commissary for half an hour, making sure that the zombies on the street were still "fixed" in their territory, carrying a military backpack on his shoulder and a travel bag in his left hand, walking home slowly, he didn't care about the rest of the food, even if it was plundered by other survivors, he wouldn't feel distressed.

Su Chen went back and forth three times, bringing a total of six backpacks full of food, and after preliminary treatment, it can be maintained for eighteen days, and the actual time that can be maintained will be greater than this value, but it will not exceed too much.