Wang Mingxia began to serve their breakfast. Han Xing was dumbfounded, porridge, porridge as thin as white water, plus a few pickles, dried radish, cucumbers, and mustard.

Wang Pengfei's old face couldn't help but flush with anger, turned his head and quietly bit his daughter-in-law's ear, and could vaguely hear, "Didn't you tell you to put the rest of the rice in the pot?" "All the rice is here." The little daughter-in-law replied with an aggrieved face.

Wang Pengfei had no choice but to smile awkwardly, "Brother Xing, we don't eat so shabby every meal, isn't this breakfast?" ”

Looking at their sallow faces, coupled with his hearing after being spatially digitized, he knew all this.

He put down his chopsticks, turned his head to Wang Pengfei and said, "Feizi, I have something to bring up, you come and give me a hand." ”

"What's it, let's talk about it after eating." Saying so, he still put down the dishes and chopsticks at hand. Follow Han Xing downstairs.

"What the hell is it, I have to take it now." Wang Pengfei complained while walking.

"Surprise." Hearing this answer, Wang Pengfei had no choice but to snort.

When Han Xing opened the back door of the van, he only heard the sound of someone salivating and falling to the ground. Because his mouth couldn't close at all, both because of surprise and because of greed.

"What are you doing? Why don't you take it with your hand? Wang Pengfei recovered from his stunned state. Hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and then stepped forward.

"Brother Xing'er, it's hard to take these out for you, my brother owes you a favor, so many things, you must have spent a lot of effort!" While carrying a box of snacks upstairs, he said to Han Xing, who was walking in front, with a pertinent meaning in his words.

"I don't need you to pay it back, the porridge you ate can be seen at a glance, you tell me honestly, is your family about to run out of food?"

When Wang Pengfei heard this, he couldn't help but look ashamed. But it was silent, and it was a tacit acquiescence.

As soon as the two entered the house, they saw the hungry wolf-like eyes of He Qiang and Lin Dong, even Wang Mingxia was no exception. Wang Pengfei immediately said, "This is brought by Brother Xing, everyone can eat it." Then I saw the three of them throwing down their chopsticks, pickled cucumbers, and mustard vegetables, and running towards biscuits, potato chips, and instant noodles.

Everyone had a full meal. Then Han Xing called them together to get all the things in the van. Han Xing drank hot tea and asked Wang Pengfei, "Do you know where there are more weapons?" ”

"That's not easy, I don't look at what my brother does, I gave you so much food, what do you want, you say, I'll get it for you." Wang Pengfei's face was full of red light, patting his chest and said.

"But none of these things are in my possession, in the workshop a few blocks away. Leave these things at home, and if you get found by the police, it will be miserable. Wang Pengfei sneered.

The group drove to Wang Pengfei's workshop, "It's just ahead, we have to rely on the next road." ”

The workshop was located in a hidden corner, and they walked into a small alley, and then turned around and around until they came to the back door of a building.

When Wang Pengfei stepped forward and planned to open the door with the key, he found that the door was actually open, and what was worse was that there was a faint roar of zombies inside.

Everyone's faces turned blue for a while, and it seemed that it was impossible to be good this time.

He stretched out his hand to stop Wang Pengfei, who was about to rush in, "Are there any other entrances here?" Wang Pengfei shook his head. Instead of breaking in and falling into the zombie horde, it is better to lure the snake out of the hole. When Wang Pengfei heard this, he immediately showed a look of sudden realization.

"Remember, what makes us better than zombies is that we have brains, and zombies only know how to eat brains, and no amount of food can make up for their brains." As he spoke, Han Xing picked up a stone and threw it at the iron door.

"Bang !!" There was a loud bang. Immediately, there was a zombie howl from inside. Soon there were the first zombies to come out and check. It was a highly decomposed zombie, with a large area of skin peeling off, revealing the dark red muscles inside, and thinning hair, and he howled and staggered out of it.

He was greeted by a bullet, and then his head exploded like a watermelon, and his body fell straight down, slamming to the ground.

I saw He Qiang pull the bolt in a dashing manner, and a bullet casing fell out and fell to the ground with a "ding" sound.

He Qiang used an old-fashioned bolt-action rifle, as for what model, Han Xing knew very little about the gun, but the most famous of this type of guns was the Mauser rifle.

Then the second victim was ushered in, this time it was Han Xing's turn to make a move, looking at the zombie about 10 meters away, walking straight towards him, he aimed at his head and fired a shot, probably because when the zombie walked, the head rose and fell, and the bullet flew over the top of the zombie's head, leaving a blood mark on the zombie's head, and finally hit the wall behind.

Han Xing couldn't help but blush, he was about to raise the gun again to aim, He Qiang said: "Your posture is not right, and you have to hold the gun like this." He walked over and corrected his shooting stance. Han Xing couldn't help but be in awe of He Qiang, and was about to say a few words, "Thank you." Something like that. But before he could finish speaking, He Qiang interrupted him, "You're welcome, if you don't understand anything about this, feel free to ask me for advice." He turned to the crowd and said, "So are you." After saying that, the man smiled shyly.

Han Xing raised the gun again, and this time he suddenly had a feeling of concentration and distraction in his heart, as if the whole world had quieted down, everything stopped, and only the zombie was left dragging his footsteps towards him. His chest rose and fell with the undulation of the zombie's head, and he seemed to have reached a rhythm with the zombie. He immediately pulled the trigger.

"Bang~" I saw that this bullet accurately hit the zombie's eyebrows.

Suddenly, Han Xing's mind heard a spatial prompt: Your shooting skills have reached the novice level under the guidance of the shooting master.

Under He Qiang's guidance, everyone took turns to shoot again, killing a total of more than 30 zombies, even Wang Mingxia killed two. Han Xing killed 6 of them with his own hands, thus completing the second mission, and killed 4 more zombies, and his survival point became 290 points.

Han Xing and Wang Pengfei exchanged glances, and successively walked into Wang Pengfei's illegal imitation weapon processing factory, even in broad daylight, it was very dim inside, and the few windows were also pasted with window paper, and only a little light could penetrate a little, which could be regarded as indicating that it was daytime, after all, what was being done here was an unsightly deed.

The two of them walked along the wall to the depths of the processing plant, one left and one right, and sure enough, there were two fish that slipped through the net, and this time Han Xing's eyes exploded their heads with two quick shots, earning 10 survival points for themselves. Wang Pengfei suddenly complained: "Let you take the lead again." Han Xing suddenly glanced at him, he was the most energetic just now, and he killed 12 zombies.

"Why don't you go and show me all of your collection. Okay, let me pick it. Wang Pengfei smiled sheepishly, took the key and walked towards a closed door.

The two opened the door and entered, Han Xing was taken aback by what was inside, this was simply a hodgepodge armory, with modern bolt-action rifles (the kind used by He Qiang), as well as home-made shotguns, modified flare guns, and various imitation firearms (steel ball air guns). There are even various cold weapons, mainly sabers, three-edged thorns and the like. There's even a katana and a magical-style knight's sword.

Han Xing couldn't help but smack his tongue and said, "Where did you get these things from?" ”

"Most of them were ordered from me, some of them I made myself, and some of them came in from outside." He pointed to the replica guns, and the two shiny katanas and knight's swords, which I had brought in from elsewhere.

"But I'm afraid no one will come to me to ask for these things now." Wang Pengfei said with a little sadness. "Take your pick!

I'm going to beckon everyone in. ”

Han Xing nodded, he had a pistol, but there were not many bullets, there were only 26 rounds left, it might be okay to deal with one or two zombies, but it would be a drop in the bucket when encountering a group of zombies. He took a homemade shotgun and a modified flare gun. It is said that it is a modified flare gun, but it is actually a revolver, and the original empty cartridge can be changed into a steel ball warhead.

Modified flare gun (homemade revolver)

White quality

Damage: 10~12

Bullet capacity: 5/5

Rate of fire: 12/min

Introduction: The pride of flare guns, the new star of the revolver world.

Looking at the attributes of the modified flare gun, Han Xing came to the side of the two gorgeous cold weapons again. The weight is reversed, and the katana is significantly sharper and thinner, and it can be said to be a sharp weapon for slashing zombies. The knight's sword looks like an elf style, like an enlarged and lengthened version of the stinger in "The Lord of the Rings", there are intricate patterns on the hilt, and it is not too heavy to start with, the sword body is polished like a mirror and can even reflect its own appearance, and there is a slender blood groove in the middle of the sword.

Han Xing couldn't help but hesitate between the two, and finally he picked up the knight's sword, without him, as a Chinese, not interested in Japanese goods, and the maintenance of the katana is quite troublesome, and the structure is not as strong as the sword, it is easy to cut the gap. To his surprise, the sword was just as good as the guns.

High Elf Sword (Imitation)

Green quality

Damage: Slash 15

Thorn 20

Special Effect: Sharpness has a high chance of causing permanent damage to limbs

Piercing stab piercing (associated with strength)

Introduction: The toughness and hardness of the elven weapons imitated by the human industry are even better than the blue.

At this time, Wang Pengfei also led everyone in, and everyone picked their favorite weapons. Wang Pengfei took out a few more boxes of various bullets, and mysteriously opened another warehouse, which was full of all kinds of fireworks.

"You're still producing this thing!" Han Xing felt a little nostalgic for his childhood, fiddling with a box of rubbing guns.

"It's nominally a fireworks workshop, not to mention that I have to make some extra money, anyway, I need to use gunpowder, and the proportion is different." Saying that, Wang Pengfei snatched the wiping cannon in his hand, handed him a red cannon, and said, "That thing in your hand can't do it, look at me, if you can stuff this into the zombie's mouth." Tsk, that scene. He made an explosive gesture.

The crowd found a few carts, loaded some weapons and ammunition and some fireworks on the carts and pushed them back.

Everyone returned to the car, with weapons, and there was a sense of confidence in their words and deeds along the way, and several gentlemen were even more eager to try. Along the way, there is "shopping" everywhere, as if driving out by car.