Wang Qiang threw the body dragged up from underwater on the bow of the boat, and there was a violent shaking of the shuttle boat, which had already been drafted to a deep depth, and the hull of the ship was almost sinking into the water.

Old Man Chen was so shocked that he couldn't speak, this corpse was wearing the uniform of the Eastern Army, and it was clearly an officer and soldier who died in battle!

Wang Qiang didn't pay attention to these details, in Wang Qiang's memory, the corpses were only divided into two kinds, one was the dead corpse and the other was the living corpse.

The main reason for salvaging this corpse is the big sniper held tightly in the corpse's hand!

Holding the sniper rifle in the corpse's hand in his own hand, Wang Qiang had an extremely familiar feeling.

According to the subconscious and muscle memory, Wang Qiang skillfully disassembled the big sniper and then quickly assembled it, all of which startled the old man Chen who was watching from the side.

Stroking the sniper rifle, a series of data emerged in the depths of memory: SM Polar Pioneer sniper rifle, with an effective range of 3,000 meters, a double-row magazine with a capacity of 20 rounds, can be loaded with a super-large caliber, can be used for anti-materiel sniper special bullets, and can also be equipped with 7.62 ordinary rifle bullets, which is a multi-functional rifle. But the biggest advantage of this rifle is not that it is suitable for all bullets, but for all-terrain all-weather combat environment. Even under the Antarctic ice cap, this sniper can still maintain stable performance, hence the name Polar Pioneer.

Wang Qiang casually took off the magazine equipped with the gun, checked the bullets, and the 12.7 mm sniper armor-piercing bullet lay quietly in the steel fastening magazine.

Due to the good performance of the Polar Vanguard, even if the firearm is immersed in water for a long time, the inside of the magazine remains sealed and dry.

Wang Qiang felt the polar vanguard, reinserted the magazine into the firearm, and then opened the safety and loaded the bullet.

Boom! With a loud bang, Wang Qiang looked at the spiral clouds in the sky and put down the sniper rifle with satisfaction.

"Wow, this gun is amazing!" Mao Mao exclaimed.

Wang Qiang smiled, put the polar vanguard on the ground, and then reached out to untie the combat uniform on the corpse.

This set of gray braji's combat uniform does not have a great protective effect on the muscles, although it looks really ugly, but it is better than nothing.

At this time, the originally cold corpse suddenly opened its eyes, and a pair of dark green eyes stared at Wang Qiang**'s arm with a bloodthirsty look.

"Brother Wang Qiang, zombies!" Maomao let out a frightened cry, and her small body couldn't stop her fear.

Old Man Chen couldn't help but jump up, picked up the fish-cutting knife placed in the stern of the boat, and pounced on the zombies.

Wang Qiang looked back at the corpse on the ground and found that the officer and soldier who died in battle had a small wound on his neck, which should have been bitten by a zombie.

This may be the root of his corpse transformation, Wang Qiang thought.

At this time, the zombie who had changed into a corpse was about to get up, and its gray-white fanged head came straight to Wang Qiang's naked body!

"Wang Qiangwazi, get out of the way." Old Man Chen roared, and his whole body flew into the air, the knife in his hand flashing with a faint light. Old Man Chen was completely out of the way, looking like he had forgotten his life.

At the moment when Old Man Chen pounced on the zombie, Wang Qiang raised a hand and smashed it on the zombie's head with lightning speed.

The blades of the fists had been smoothed, a thick layer of calluses pressed together between the fingers, and then it met the pale and swollen head of the zombie.

Click! The zombie's head was shattered under Wang Qiang's fist, the eyeballs were smashed out, and the whole swollen head was like a tomato that had been trampled on, erupting with jet-black blood juice, and then fell aside!

As the skull was directly shattered, the body of the zombie who had just straightened up fell to the ground and fell on the big fish, making the shuttle shake again.

At this time, when the old man Chen who was in the air saw such a scene, he couldn't help but flash his old waist......

As for Mao Mao, who was like a cute baby on the side, she had been completely conquered by the power of Wang Qiang's punch, and a thousand words could only be turned into one word, and Mao Mao could stuff an egg's mouth and make a sound: "Cool!" ”

After untying the combat uniform, Wang Qiang took off the corpse's military boots, put them on his feet, and then threw the corpse back into the river.

Wang Qiang stood shirtless, simply draped in a gray combat uniform, holding a polar pioneer sniper rifle with one hand, Wang Qiang stared at the Yangtze River, handsome and messy, so that Mao Mao couldn't help but burst out of surging worship.

Wang Qiang was stunned, trying to recall in his mind where his memories of firearms were inherited.

At this time, Uncle Chen walked over, patted Wang Qiang on the shoulder, and said, "Wang Qiang, you can't wear this dress." ”

"Why can't you wear it? Although this dress is a little dirty, it still looks good. Wang Qiang replied.

"Hey, you don't know, this is the uniform of the Eastern Legion, you didn't enlist, and you're going to get into trouble if you wear this uniform." Uncle Chen said.

"I see, it's a pity." Wang Qiang took off his combat uniform and threw it into the river without hesitation.

It seems that subconsciously, I have a deep taboo about the word trouble, but I can't know where this taboo comes from.

There was no danger along the way, and the three of them returned to the settlement, Wang Qiang walked into the settlement with a big fish in one arm and a sniper rifle in one hand, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"I'll take it, such a big fish, Old Man Chen's family has made a fortune!" A sharp-beaked monkey cheeky man stood at the entrance to the colony and said in surprise.

"Are you blind, and you only see the fish, but you don't see the big gun that the kid picked up? That's what makes money! A sloppy man with sarcoma on his face said.

"I have to hurry up and tell Brother Liu, and take the opportunity to knock on that old immortal bamboo pole." The other sloppy turned and ran towards the center of the settlement.

Wang Qiang carried the big fish and walked to Uncle Chen's house under the gaze of the residents of the settlement. How sharp-eyed he was, he had already found that there were already two or three groups of people who had bad intentions in the places they passed along the way, and they were gathering together to point fingers, and some people even couldn't help but want to rub them on the big fish, as if they were checking the condition of the goods when they received them.

Mao Mao followed behind Wang Qiang, looking at those neighbors who were interested in getting rich, showing a look of fear and hatred, but in the end he didn't dare to say half a word to those unscrupulous eyes.

Uncle Chen dragged on to the end, smoking a cigarette sullenly, as if he had predicted that something bad was about to happen.

Wang Qiang noticed the greedy eyes of those people, but he didn't take it to heart, for these people, Wang Qiang instinctively despised them.

But Wang Qiang was also puzzled, it was strange that these people almost couldn't help but do it, but no one took the initiative to provoke.

Since they are all thieves but not thieves, Wang Qiang didn't bother to pay attention to it, and saved the effort of beating people, but Wang Qiang forgot that he was still carrying a polar pioneer sniper rifle in his hand, and the deterrent power of this thing was much greater than that of a fist.

Back at Uncle Chen's house, Wang Qiang found a stone mill, threw the big fish on the mill, and prepared to help the Chen family's grandchildren take it to Dongtian Town early tomorrow morning and sell it.

Mao Mao beat a little water and began to clear the small fish and shrimp, ready to cook dinner, while Old Man Chen sat in front of the stove and smoked a smoking.

Wang Qiang keenly sensed something abnormal.

Old Man Chen lit the firewood, walked over from the stove, and said to Wang Qiang: "Wang Qiang, this fish was caught by you, it stands to reason that I shouldn't say much, but I still advise you, wait for a while, you should bear with it, you can't fight them." ”

Before the old man could finish speaking, the door of the shanty was kicked open.

"Where is the gun, hand it over to Lao Tzu!" A brutal voice rang out.

Wang Qiang turned his head to look, only to see a sturdy man walking in at the door, this guy looks like a bear, with a beard and a cheeky face, a rosacea nose and a big gap, a pair of bear eyes with obvious anger, and he is not a good person at first glance.

Behind the man, there were also a few splashes of different heights, obviously here to help, Wang Qiang knew at a glance that three of them were the three guys he had just met in the settlement.

Mao Mao saw the man walking in, he looked very scared, moved a few steps behind Wang Qiang, and hid behind Wang Qiang.

Old Man Chen hurriedly lifted a few fresh fish hanging outside the cupboard and walked up to the man, and said in a low voice: "Master Liu extinguishes the fire, this is a little filial piety, please smile." ”

Unexpectedly, Liu Ye didn't appreciate it at all, and slapped Old Man Chen in the face, beating Old Man Chen dizzy, and his originally thin body turned straight in place twice, and then fell to the ground.

Old Man Chen touched his thin face and wiped his nose, and the nosebleed was already dripping down his fingers.

As for the few fresh fish that were not welcomed, they were also swept to the ground.

"Ah Gong!" Mao Mao shouted and pounced on Old Man Chen, his tears were already like a flood opening the floodgates, and the hula was flowing non-stop.