"So here's the problem. If one sentence can be solved, why say it for ten minutes? "Hood usually looks like he can complain about everything, and he always has no shape.

"This ...... Let's discuss the details. Choi Sung-ji seemed a little embarrassed.

"Is the Chief of Staff going with you too?" Venus asked him.

"Theoretically, it's all right, but this time there may be a need to contact other survivors, so I thought I'd better go along, after all, I'm mainly in charge of external matters."

"There's no details to talk about, let's go over and get the things, take them and leave. Very simple. "Scott is simple and crude.

"You might be killed by someone, brother, let's go grab the gun." Xu Chu felt that Scott was really good.

"In fact, the problem is not as big as imagined, the guns sold in our country should be 'deterrent bullets', and the lethality is not particularly large." Mo Xuan flipped through Atlantis's gun terms from his memory and said with relief.

"Shotgun deterrent shells can cause death if they hit within five meters, and police rifles have cases within 20 meters, and they are not so safe." Cui Shengzhi flipped through the social examples in his mind and poured a basin of cold water.

"And the deer hunting bullets and iron sand bullets of the twelfth and the 9mm pistol bullets are also sold, but the sales conditions are relatively strict." Hood, whose family lives in the countryside and loves to hunt, added.

"In that case, let's go and take a look at our weapons stockpile." Mo Xuan motioned for everyone to follow him to the weapons compartment.

Since the cataclysm, the secret door to the weapons compartment has not been closed, and seven guns of various sizes sit in front of the light blue light panel.

"There are four modifications of the NH87, all with a caliber of 4.63x50mm, a 'Jesus-class' high-precision rifle with a caliber of 11.6x90mm, and two 'MVP-3' 9mm NATO standard caliber pistols. The reserve ammunition is 1360, 60 and 200 rounds, respectively. There are also two Marine Corps-specific 'razor' tactical daggers. Mo Xuan introduced.

"So much 4.63 ammunition? It's a lot of fun. Hood admired and said, "I still have 34 rounds of twelve-gauge iron sand bullets, two shotguns, and a custom-made 'Hood' nine-millimeter pistol. ”

"Naming the model after your last name, you're narcissistic." Venus began another round of taunts.

"Shotguns are a big deterrent weapon, bring them all, and leave the basic and amphibious NH87s for them to guard their homes."

"What's the difference between these four different models?" Xu Chu asked.

"These four models are one to four, one is the basic model, and it is also the standard configuration of our country now, but the special forces think that the total length of this gun is a bit long, and the lethality is not enough, so they shortened the length of nearly four centimeters on the original basis and improved the material, so that the power has increased, but the cost is relatively high, so they did not produce much, this is the second type. Type III is a field type with strong compatibility and anti-jamming ability specially designed for complex battlefield environments. Type 4 can fire frogman ammunition, which has a longer range but is less powerful. ”

"Let's assign weapons, Captain Mo." Cui Shengzhi looked at the wall of weapons and was in a good mood.

"Hood, you're going to use your shotgun, right?" Mo Xuan asked Hood first, and after receiving his affirmative answer, he continued: "Then Achu, you use Type 2, Venus Type 3, Scott takes another shotgun, Shengzhi uses a pistol, and another pistol gives Yumura, and I use this big one." As he spoke, he put the Jesus-class sniper rifle in the middle of the wall, which was nearly one meter four long, with a blue and black body and an exaggerated bullet, which looked extremely hideous, but not considering his ferocious power, it could actually be very beautiful, and even a little strange in line with a tough postmodern aesthetic. When this gun was first developed, it was highly praised internationally, and was jokingly called "every gun is a call from God", and it was so powerful that it could even be used as an anti-materiel weapon.

"I don't need a gun." Hamura said to Mo Xuan.

"It's not an idea to just take a knife, to defend yourself in case of an emergency."

"Why don't you give me a pistol, Venus has a rifle." Choi Sung-ji was very sad when he found out that his weapons were getting more and more sissy.

"This pistol is a high-powered pistol of the special forces, and the recoil is very large, and the girl must not be able to control it, I guess you are hanging. This is produced by Magnum. ”

"Will she be able to control the rifle......

Venus was not happy when he heard this, pointed to Cui Shengzhi's nose and said, "Don't you underestimate people, okay?" ”

"There is a gun butt, it's not a big problem, I'll teach her how to use the posture later, she usually practices musical instruments, and her wrist strength is still quite strong, so controlling the gun shouldn't be a problem."

"That's it, you stinky men, you objectify women every day." This feminist overtone was said by Hood, who pinched his throat.

Hearing this, everyone made vomiting gestures.

This is followed by route planning.

"Why don't we just go back to school and get our clothes?" Xu Chu looked at the map and proposed.

"It's not impossible, it's just that I don't know where that girl's bedroom is, do you know Venus?" Mo Xuan finally gradually entered the working state,

"Where did I know you...... She's in class 13, 13, I don't even know where their classroom is, and the dormitory is too difficult for me. Venus rolled her eyes.

"By the way, a question popped into my mind." Cui Shengzhi interjected, "There are not enough beds. ”

"Where can I find this, you won't be allowed to go to the mall, you contact the housekeeping about the bed, there are a lot of trees on our side." Mo Xuan frowned.

"Tools like nails ......," Choi Sung-ji hesitated.

"Things have to come one by one, the three things this afternoon are already more difficult, and we will talk about this matter tomorrow." Mo Xuan pondered for a moment, then pointed his finger at the table and said.

"What if I go to school and meet someone calling for help? To save or not to save? Xu Chu had not participated in the previous activities, so he questioned.

“…… Don't save. Mo Xuan's voice was extraordinarily deep.

"Let's go get a gun first, with guns and ammunition, you can go to places with more supplies, and you can save more people." Hu De was afraid that Xu Chu would also fall into Mo Xuan's kind of self-blame, so he hurriedly relieved.

"Yes, let's go get the guns and then the oil, clothes are not the first priority, Sage, if you are especially with the survivors, you will negotiate with them. If the talks collapse, Yumura-kun, when the time comes, you will be in charge of the front-line command, and I will take Xu Chu to set up a gun in the back and give you long-range support. ”

"The sniper should be on the roof or in the room, how do you get there?" Cui Shengzhi thought about the zombies who screamed when he saw people outside, and said worriedly.

"That's why the sniper has an observer, Achu will be responsible for my security, you don't have to worry."

"Lend you that knife, be careful along the way." Hamura has always been quiet and calm.

"Let's go, then."

……

Hamura, Cui Shengzhi, Xu Chu, and Mo Xuan are in one car, Scott, Venus, and Hood are in the other car, and Hamura's car is actually a group with very poor firepower because it will release people from the car at that time.

This time, the targets are all near the third ring road of Kesto, but the directions are inconsistent, the school is in the south, the gun shop is in the north, there are more gas stations, and Mo Xuan's home is in the west near the sea.

"I remembered that there was a gas station not far down the hill from my house." Mo Xuan said.

"The car is going to run out of gas, so let's go fill it up first." Hamura looked at the fuel gauge and decided to go refuel first.

"How can I communicate when my phone is out of battery?" Choi Sung-ji suddenly thought that mankind seemed to have been beaten back to the first industrial revolution.

"each his own heart, don't say this in front of me." Mo Xuan was holding a knife in the back seat, not wanting to think about this question, so he interrupted him.

His gun was so long that it could only be kept in the trunk.

The trucks behind saw them turn and followed.

When he arrived at the gas station, Hood, who had been a child and had been a thief, was familiar with the two cars.

Mo Xuan called Yucun over and made a few gestures to him, and when he saw the signal upstairs, he acted according to the signal.

Hood added a small amount of fuel to each car, saying that it was too much oil and it was easy to be blown up during a shootout.

Before getting into the car, Mo Xuan reiterated the main points of the trip to everyone: "The main thing is ammunition, take everything you can take." Then the group got into the car and set off again.

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when I came to the north of the city. Although Atlantis is a country with a balanced population distribution and a vast territory, there are still more than 100,000 people in a seaside town.

Yo? It's pressed again.

"The floors of the Third Ring Road are not too high, they are generally below the tenth floor, mainly in the commercial street, where is the gun shop you are talking about?" Mo Xuan studied the map, his usual life circle is relatively small, and his entry and exit are generally in and out of some mid-to-high-end venues, so he doesn't know much about the layout of the city.

"Break through here, turn left at the first two intersections, and I'll go around and go around to the right so that you can find the unknown. Why do I rely on so many zombies here? Do they get sick and wander around and don't care about their families? "Hamura didn't want to stumble on anything that at least looked like him, so he kept driving carefully.

And Hood in the back howled and overtook them at full speed, and Cui Shengzhi opened the window and shouted to them to turn right to find a tactical position.

Who would have thought that in 2991, the human mode of transportation still relied on roaring.

"Okay, turn left again at this location, and go more than 200 meters ahead to that store." Yumura stopped the car and said to Mo Xuan.

The sky was a little gray, maybe there were cumulonimbus clouds brewing ill intentions, Mo Xuan looked out the window, a little dull tone with the blue-gray walking corpse made him feel a little scared.

"There are conservative estimates of more than 20 zombies within 300 square meters outside, the density is too high, can they really hold it?" Hamura frowned and asked.

"Even if there is none, the tactical arrangement is also to leave us a way back, and it is easy not to change, in this case, don't gamble on whatever." Choi Sung-ji knew what Hamura meant, and he wanted to drive over directly.

"The pistol is not silenced, you stay in the car, and Hamura gets out of the car to help us open the way." Mo Xuan pointed to a building next to him and motioned to Yucun where I was going.

"I can only send you to the door. How do you signal when you get to the top? Yumura turned around and had a serious conversation with Mo Xuan.

Two days had passed, and the blood had coagulated directly in the bodies of the deceased, their faces gradually stained a little purple, and their blood vessels were like black earthworms permeating every inch of skin.

Everyone is nervous, and there is only one life.

"Click!" The three doors opened and closed at the same time, Yumura drew his knife out of its sheath and moved repeatedly among the figures in front of the car, and Xu Chu's rifle had a silencer device, constantly making a slight crisp sound, and he was responsible for covering Mo Xuan with the gun in another parking space.

Mo Xuan pulled out a knife and slashed a zombie, rushed to the trunk and took out the gun magazine behind his back, Yucun opened the road in front of Xu Chudian, and protected Mo Xuan, who was not very agile with equipment on his back, in the middle, and when he arrived at the door, Yucun stopped, and Xu Chu rushed in.

This is a four-star hotel, there are no less than twenty zombies in the hall, and when they saw Xu Chu open the door and come in, they all woke up into that crazy state. Outside the door, Yucun killed all the way back, and was already sweating profusely when he got into the car, but after sitting for less than two minutes, he went out again and cleaned up the zombies at the door.

"Hamura is so fierce?" The three people in the truck all let out such an exclamation, and in just five minutes back and forth, they had already slashed nearly ten zombies, skulls and a little blood that had not yet congealed on the ground.

After sighing, Venus vomited with a plastic bag, and Scott had a hard time trying to maintain his image.

Hood's face was as usual.

"I'll drag them down, you go drive the elevator!" Xu Chu shouted at Mo Xuan while strafing.

Mo Xuan threw the bag to him, snatched his gun and was about to start showing his marksmanship, but there were no bullets after three shots, and he couldn't help but curse a swearing, he threw the empty magazine on the ground casually, took another magazine, and the zombies who pounced fell to the ground one after another.

Mo Xuan was strafing their legs, although the loss seemed to be painless, but as long as the bones were broken or the muscles were damaged, the mobility was bound to be greatly reduced, and in a few seconds, the magazine was empty again, but most of the zombies were already prostrate on the ground.

Mo Xuan returned the gun to Xu Chu and told him to be calm and follow his brain, and then he picked up his knife and rushed towards those zombies who were not slow to climb.

Xu Chu switched another magazine, and fought and retreated, trying to ensure that every bullet did not fall in the air, because each gun only had three magazines, so once this magazine was punched, he would have to re-press the bullet, if there was anything active in the field at that time besides him and Mo Xuan, it would be very dangerous.

Mo Xuan held the knife, and every time he slashed hard, he didn't have the chic freehand like Hamura at all, but fortunately, he was still trained, and in the case of high mental concentration, his body technique was not bad.

He tosses and turns, and even if he can't cut off his head, he will fly up a stump of his limbs, which consumes more physical strength, but can gradually reduce the threat to himself.

Ten minutes later, there were only two standing figures left in the hall, some of the stumps were still wriggling, panting loudly, and the sky outside the window was a little darker.