Darkness, boundless darkness, the hoarse hiss of the siren echoed in the sky. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The building was torn down, and the dust containing lethal amounts of radiation spread through the air, destroying the fragile respiratory systems of the survivors.

A concrete block was lifted, and the first thing that was revealed was a Beretta 92F pistol with the insurance open, the reason why the M1911 pistol was not continued was because the number of bullets was really impressive, after all, it was an old design from the First World War, compared to the Beretta 92F, commonly known as the M9, the magazine of 15 9mm Parabellum pistol cartridges was more acceptable. After all, Lunas is different from Long Aotian, and he can't shout that if I don't let my life go to heaven, I will be invincible in the world. As of now, the pistol is still a large part of Lunas's combat power.

Slowly walking out of the ruins step by step, Lunas had to maintain a high degree of vigilance, any careless behavior in an unknown world is undoubtedly stupid, although he still has a single sword on his body, but Lunas knows that his fighting skills are really not very good, and the pistol is much stronger than a cold weapon in terms of lethality and killing range.

Breathing in air that was much worse than the smog in the capital of a certain dynasty, Lunas quickly analyzed his situation---- this is a post-nuclear world.

The world after the nuclear war is nothing more than those kinds, mutant beasts, zombies, and ordinary people fighting each other, except for the first one, the others are not a big threat to themselves.

Slowly along the wall, trying to avoid the open field, it is not clear if there are any survivors, and if you rush into the open field, you will undoubtedly use the rifle as a target. Although it is difficult to have a weapon to inflict truly lethal damage on oneself, it is undoubtedly a foolish act to reduce one's combat effectiveness for no reason in a strange world.

The deathly silence was shattered by a cacophony of fighting, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed in the direction of the sound source, and if the opponent moved the slightest, he would be greeted by a deadly 9mm pistol bullet.

Turning the corner, the scene of the fight unfolded before my eyes---- two men attacking each other, biting, pulling each other's hair, pinching each other's necks, and the trophy that caused the life-and-death fight was ---- a dusty gas mask on the side. The fight soon ended, as one of them was much stronger than the other. The human with his face stained with blood cherished the chance to survive by killing his own kind, and greedily breathed the hard-won air. Turning his head, he saw Lunas, the shock caused by the gun in his hand lasted only a few seconds before he was overwhelmed by endless greed, and his wolf-like eyes were fixed on the storage bag on Lunas's waist.

"Enlightened......" sighed softly, and without hesitation, a bullet sliced through the chamber, and the sonic boom in the air echoed between the gray buildings. The bullet easily pierced through the hard skull of the human, making a bowl-sized hole in the back, and bright red blood spurted out with gray-white brains under the action of inertia, adding a striking red touch to the gray walls. "I'm working for the Fantasy Administration now, who cares if you die or not?"

Glancing at the shattered gas mask with a pity, Lunas still removed the activated carbon box on it, although he didn't need it, but in this apocalyptic world, all the materials that could sustain life would be luxuries.

Even the toad has to squeeze out some brain platinum, and life in the last days is like this.

The effects of a nuclear explosion are more than just massive casualties and deadly radioactive fallout. With no one to maintain it, the power supply system quickly collapsed, and the human night returned to a state of darkness. After a few days, the water supply system was also paralyzed, and every small source of water caused a massive scramble.

Of course, this doesn't affect our protagonist anything, after all, Lunas, an inhuman creature, will not have any problems even if he is thirsty for a few months, and the output F, defense F, speed F, is the amount of blood EX, which is the introduction of Lunas's attributes.

In the land that has begun to desertify, Lunas wears a heavy gas mask, although he doesn't need it, but it's too abnormal if he doesn't bring it, not to mention that the gas mask can also effectively hide his identity. And with extraordinary vision, Lunas spotted two figures in the distance, carrying huge backpacks with a small flag on them, one of them holding a Remington M870, a very common large shotgun in the United States, some old Americans (especially Texas) are very fond of putting one behind the curtain to shoot gangsters trying to break in the head Then smoke a cigar and wait leisurely for the police who are half an hour late because of the traffic jam, which is why the police cars in the United States are generally followed by an ambulance, pay attention, it is not to treat the gangsters, but to collect the bodies of the gangsters, with the Remington M870 that has a speed of more than 350 m / s The twelve-gauge shotshot, Remington can proudly claim that "he doesn't die, I die!" "That's it. If the gangsters were still alive when the police arrived, they would be surprised and ask, "Haven't you killed him yet?" Note that the above is not a joke.

Although the author has so many words, there is no doubt about the superiority of Remington's performance. And only one of these two people had a gun, which surprised Lunas, at this time it was not difficult to find guns, what was really urgently needed was ammunition as a consumable, after all, the copper mines, gunpowder factories, rough processing production lines, and finishing production lines needed to produce ammunition were by no means something that a small group of a few people could support like the end times.

Lunas stopped and easily removed an SVD sniper rifle on his back, in fact, Lunas had also picked up Barrett, but the SVD, which could withstand the test of half a century in the harsh environment of the last days, was undoubtedly better in terms of durability, and I had to complain that Barrett's tungsten head armor-piercing bullet was too difficult to handle.

As they approached slowly, they apparently spotted Lunas, the man with the gun stopped, and the other waved his empty hands to show that he had no ill intentions, and Lunas did not shoot.

"Hey! Man, want to trade? "The voice came from the gas mask, and the tone sounded strange. Hearing this, Lunas was stunned for a moment, and then maliciously thought that this man must be Jewish.

Ps: Rolling all over the ground for collection, recommended tickets!