Taking another deep puff of his cigarette, Sun Xin suddenly said to himself calmly: "Before I came in, I never thought that I would kill someone in my life. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info may think so, but it won't do it after all. ”

Perhaps the topic was too heavy, Dong Yong and Xiaobin did not answer. Emma, who was silent, looked up, then turned her gaze to the side and whispered, "That's strange, you don't look like the first murderer." ”

"Do humans need to practice the act of killing their own kind?" As he spoke, Sun Xin picked up the cigarette in his mouth, nodded his head with his finger, and asked: "As long as you have thought about it, whether you want to think about it or not, the thing has already been placed in your head, and until the day you need it, your brain will quietly take it out for you." ”

"My head isn't that sweet, huh." Emma then ends the conversation with a sneer.

Sun Xin glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and from her expression, he saw disapproving indifference. Emma didn't believe him, or rather, the woman felt in her heart that what he had just said was nonsense, a lie—she didn't believe that he was killing for the first time, and even though it was true, she didn't believe it.

Maybe it's because of their strangeness and mistrust?

Without thinking any further, Sun Xin threw away the cigarette in his hand and stepped on it, then brought a chair from the side and stepped forward to play with the zombie black security guard with the foot of the chair.

It wasn't that he didn't want to crouch down to take a closer look, but it was too dangerous, and even though the zombie's head had been shot through and its body had completely stopped moving, it was still to be determined whether that meant it was completely dead.

After all, no one has ever encountered a zombie before, and no one can have a detailed zombie report that says: Hey, after research, you know, I'm talking about research from a British university, which is quite authoritative research. So according to research, when you encounter a zombie you should shoot them in the head – don't shoot the heart, that won't work, just bang it on their head! You're the winner.

In reality, even if they see this report, who will believe it. A report on the study of zombies, don't laugh, you will only think to yourself - what is wrong with this British university!

But now Sun Xin really hopes that there will be such a report, so that he can know the specific abilities and vital points of the zombies.

That way, he no longer has to fiddle with a decomposing corpse like a madman, and try to see if the muscles on its body have atrophied, and estimate how much strength it will have before it died.

Who would want to do such a thing? Even though it would obviously improve the chances of survival, no one would want to do it – except him.

Under the gaze of the three of them, Sun Xin narrowed his eyes and studied the zombie's body with a frown for a long time. But in any case, the answer is not based solely on a zombie – or a dead zombie.

Without the tools and the right environment, Sun Xin could only let it lie on the ground and inspect it in the most primitive way - visual inspection and hand feel.

Both methods come to a conclusion without words such as approximately, estimated, roughly, probably, and so on. What they really mean is that the conclusion is not accurate, or that the conclusion is completely speculative.

Ignoring these demoralizing truths, Sun Xin carefully pressed the muscles on the zombie's body with the foot of his chair, he knew that he couldn't think too much about it, and he had to hurry up to complete the job.

Because time waits for no one, they seem to have enough physical strength and mental strength now, but this is only temporary. They will soon need food and water, four people, or six days' worth of food, which is not a small amount.

As for the snacks and drinking water in the security room, Sun Xin didn't plan to touch them, because they were all opened and sealed, and the security was quite low. He didn't want to die at the hands of zombies, but instead get infected because he was too hungry to eat unclean food - this kind of death is too stupid.

Another three minutes passed, Sun Xin finally put down his chair, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead due to nervousness, he turned his head to look at the three people behind him, and began to explain the conclusions he had reached:

"The body of zombies hardens very quickly, which is not the same as the corpses in reality, and I estimate that it is an unnatural condition caused by muscle tissue necrosis, so their sensitivity is about 80 to 90 percent lower than that of ordinary people.

In addition, their joints are much stiffer than their muscles, and depending on the situation, they should only be able to walk in a dragging or limping manner, and in a worse way, they may even have problems moving, which is much slower than I originally estimated. ”

With a joyful smile on his face, Xiao Bin took his eyes off the ****** in his hand and expressed his opinion in a rare way: "In this case, this zombie is actually fine, except for the terrifying appearance, as long as they are disabled people with poisonous knives." ”

Yes, this kind of zombie is actually okay - no, Sun Xin denied this idea in his head. This kind of zombie is too weak, except for the moment of infection can kill a large number of humans, Sun Xin can hardly imagine what a zombie of this level can do.

Without logical intelligence, without the ability to act, there are weak and few methods of seeking the enemy - they can't even jump, not half a centimeter, what can they do---- well, this virus has at least killed a large number of humans, reduced the burden on the earth, and contributed to the future of nature and natural life around the world.

But in any case, these zombies are too weak for them to participate in the competition.

Then Sun Xin suddenly recalled what the cold mechanical voice had said in his head at the beginning: scene difficulty, four stars to one star, task completed, and a two-star card.

Could it be that this level is already a so-called two-star? Sun Xin was a little skeptical, although it was a good thing to be simple, but he began to get anxious in his heart, wanting to let himself not let his guard down.

But what could be the danger? Survivor? The other dozen or so participants who were separated from them? Or is it a more dangerous monster?

Just as Sun Xin was silently thinking about the question that would not lead to results, Xiao Bin suddenly clapped his hands violently, interrupting his contemplation, and grinned excitedly:

"Brother Xin, I've figured out what kind of gun this is, this is the Ithaca 37 pump shotgun, the people over there call it the Ithaca 37, the guy developed by the American company. It's as simple as reloading, pushing the front handguard, pulling the trigger, bang, and the problem in front of your eyes will no longer be a problem. ”

"As long as you hold the trigger and keep pulling and pushing the front handguard back and forth, the gun will fire the moment it is loaded. If you slide the handguard back and forth continuously, you can fire it continuously, and you can **** all the shotguns in a short time. ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Bin hurriedly added solemnly: "But I don't recommend using this method, although seven boxes of shotgun ammunition is not a small amount, but after using it a few times like this, we can use this gun as a stick with peace of mind." ”

"I'm sorry for you, there's a major that's different."

Sun Xinxi was overjoyed, stepped forward and asked Xiao Bin a few questions carefully, and recalled the use of this ****** in his heart, and then took a handful of Ithaca 37 pump hail that had not yet been played and practiced on the side, if there was something he didn't understand, he immediately asked Xiao Bin with a cheeky face, and he would never stop without asking clearly.

In order to survive.

At this moment, is face important, or survival important?

Some people may think that face is more important, but it won't be Sun Xin. All the while, he just wanted to live – no matter what he would end up becoming, he simply wanted to live.

He stared intently at the swarthy ****** in his hand, carefully groping for its body, the cold metal touch brought a strong sense of security, with it......

That's right, with this gun, nothing can stop him from living. Anyone in this game, as long as they want to hinder him, no matter who it is, he will ......

Suddenly, Sun Xin shook his dizzy head violently, he felt that something was wrong, and the problem was right in his head, as if there was nothing going on. Hell, he just couldn't remember, he couldn't remember what was wrong.

(Don't be nervous, kill everything, with this gun, you should cheer up and everything will be fine, just kill everything.) ）

He sternly admonished himself not to be distracted, telling himself that if he pointed his gun at something that was trying to hinder him, and then gave him a hard shot, everything would be fine.

Yes, everything will be fine - just kill them all.

When he confirmed this, in an instant, his dizzy head became inexplicably clear, as if all the problems were solved. The feeling was beyond imagination, and he was glad that he had finally become normal.

At this moment, there was a bang, and there was a sudden sound of collision outside the door. The sound continued to sound, one after the other, as if it would last forever, so fixed that even the power did not seem to change.

Perhaps, until they are completely rotten, the sound will not cease.