Bob's suggestion was reasonable, because he could no longer run fast, and to some extent he had become a burden, and if he was left behind, with that powerful magnetic cannon, he could delay for a certain amount of time, and Wu Ming and the fierce mastiff would have a much better chance of escaping.

If the Mastiff really accepted this suggestion with great disgrace, then his image as an excellent leader would stand tall in Wu Ming's mind, because that would once again prove his decisiveness and determination. Knowing how to use resources and knowing the trade-offs is the quality that a ruthless warrior should have, and whether the character is despicable or not belongs to another category entirely.

But the mastiff turned out to be a disappointment.

Not only did he flatly refuse this extremely reasonable request, but he even took off his sunglasses and smashed them to pieces like an angry weakling.

"I can't owe you two lives, Brother Bob!" He gritted his teeth and said, his temples bulging visibly, "Give me the cannon in exchange for him to carry you away!" ”

The order of the mastiff was given to Wu Ming, and at this point, he no longer cared whether the guy who was lying on the ground softly was the eldest lady's VIP or not, and forced a burden of more than 100 kilograms on it.

Wu Ming dusted off his body and sat up innocently:

"Minister Mastiff, this doesn't seem to be a rational proposition. You can see that according to your arrangement, none of us will be able to leave, and we will all die here. ”

"Boom!"

The mastiff fired a cannon and blocked the only way into the city with great firepower. The zombie assassins who pursued them were still unscathed, hiding under the ditch or lying in the dirt pit, but it was estimated that it would not take a few minutes for them to disperse and quietly approach with the cover of the ruins. The final result will only prove how correct Wu Ming's statement is.

The fierce mastiff had already made up his mind, and took advantage of the gap of a few seconds when the magnetic cannon was re-energized, and turned around and raised the electromagnetic gun towards Wu Ming.

"Do as I say, if you don't want to die right away!" The mastiff's eyes seemed to breathe fire.

This was the first time Wu Ming had looked into the eyes of the fierce mastiff, and now he only felt that the fierce mastiff really shouldn't have smashed his sunglasses so rashly, because that thing was really useful - the eyes of the fierce mastiff were certainly bright, but unfortunately they were too small, as if two holes had been poked with an awl next to the bridge of the nose. That should be the only imperfection in his perfect life.

Wu Ming already has a good impression of the Lie Mastiff, sympathy is on the one hand, and on the other hand, it probably comes from his attitude towards Bobu.

"Do as you say, and I promise we won't survive for five minutes." Wu Ming smiled and waved his hand at the fierce mastiff, motioning for him to take the portable gun back, "And do as I say, we will have a great chance to kill all those monsters!" ”

The fierce mastiff was stunned for a moment, although his eyes were small, the question in his eyes was still subtle. Bobu, who was still panting on the side, was more willing to believe people, and immediately persuaded the fierce mastiff: "He is a scientist, he knows everything, listen to him, minister." ”

The mastiff didn't reply, just snorted and turned his head to look for a target in the scope. That kind of performance Wu Ming can understand, for a leader like the Lie Mastiff, letting go is the most difficult thing for him to accept. So he moved his body to his own initiative, reached out and pressed the trigger on the tip of the magnetic cannon, and with a click, the scope was unloaded by him.

Wu Ming ignored the mastiff's surprised and slightly angry gaze, and just gave Bobu a thumbs up: "I'm learning fast enough, this thing is really unloaded like this." ”

"Don't fool around!" Bobu saw that the mastiff's face was getting worse and worse, and he became anxious for a while, "That thing is for aiming, it's called a holographic scope." ”

"But I don't think it's redundant." Wu Ming was still smiling meaningfully, "With it or not, you can't target those monsters." ”

Bob still didn't know what to do, and it seemed as if he wanted to struggle to jump over and get the dishonest fellow under his arm again. But the fierce mastiff understood: "You mean, they can judge our shooting intentions through the scope?" ”

"More than half of the factors are this." Wu Ming's expression became a little more serious, but that was to make it more mellow to match the lie, "According to my research, the nervous system of ** zombies is extremely sensitive to some radiation that we can't feel, and electromagnetic radiation is one of them. ”

He reached out again and patted the barrel of the barrel, and said regretfully: "This thing is also a radiation source, but the radiation is too high, although they can feel it, it should not be so accurate." It's a pity that you don't bother to carry old firearms with you, otherwise those monsters would have their heads shattered......"

Wu Ming's explanation is not complete, in fact, it is the oversensitivity of dark neurons to electromagnetic radiation, and this characteristic has long been determined. Of course, it is impossible for Wu Ming to explain this information clearly at the moment, after all, he and the fierce mastiff are only temporarily standing in the same trench, and it is unknown whether they are friends or enemies in the near future, and at the same time, this is also Wu Ming's biggest capital at present, even in the face of the real backstage of the Corpse Hunting Club, this information may not be able to be trusted.

But in any case, the most fundamental reason why those armed zombies can prejudge the point of impact of the shot is that they can use the strong radiation of the electromagnetic cannon and the weak radiation of the holographic sight for joint positioning, which wins the dodge time of a few tenths of a second, and the action of the ** zombie is extremely agile, no matter how good the mastiff is, if the target always dodges out in the moment before the shot, no one can hit the ten rings.

In the final analysis, the emergence of this passive situation stems from excessive dependence on advanced weapons. Corpse hunters like Yaji will not encounter such trouble, on the one hand, they can't afford the high cost of advanced weapons, and on the other hand, they have already figured out a set of effective methods to deal with ** zombies in actual combat.

Wu Ming's hand worked.

Just when Wu Ming's lie was consummated, a zombie warrior hiding in the ditch jumped out restlessly, and launched a rapid assault while shooting and blasting the thick stone wall into a ping pong.

The fierce mastiff, who had been depressed for more than two hours, finally let out a bad breath!

"Boom!" The magnetic cannon is on target!

Although the zombie seemed to have judged the intention of the fire, at that moment, it was stunned for a moment, as if a ballet dancer performing on stage had suddenly lost its center of gravity, and all it could do was to rush forward in despair.

It was blown to pieces!

"Wow!" In order to prevent the gnashing minister from holding back his fault in self-suppression, Bobti roared, "Look at those ugly ghosts who still don't die!" ”

With a successful blow, the fierce mastiff's expression finally returned to his usual indifference, but Wu Ming could see that the corners of his mouth were so tight, obviously controlling his emotions, so as not to show a grateful smile.

"This thing turned out to be a drag." Without Wu Ming's prompt, the mastiff has already begun to disassemble the scope on the electromagnetic gun, and at the same time return the MEG3 medium magnetic gun to Bobu, "Anyway, when I shoot, I shoot by feeling, the existence of the scope, the decorative meaning is greater than the practicality, for me, it is now lighter." ”

Wu Ming kept nodding his head there, but he didn't say that he dismantled the scope of the gun he had snatched, and clearly put on a posture of sitting back and enjoying his success.

The mastiff originally didn't plan to let Wu Ming participate in the war, in fact, he must have preferred that Wu Ming at this moment could find a place to dig a pit and bury himself, otherwise once the annoying head was shattered by a stray bullet, he really couldn't give an account to the eldest lady.

"Count the bullets, Bob!" He ripped off his suit jacket and threw it at Wu Ming as if he was inadvertently, and his mouth was still giving orders in a low voice, "Put on my clothes, you are too conspicuous!" ”

Wu Ming glanced down at himself, the king's jersey was crumpled and covered with dirt, but the red and white were still bright, and it was indeed easy to be targeted by the zombie warriors. So he obediently put his coat on his shoulders, rubbed his ass and moved under the wall, and nodded to the fierce mastiff to express his gratitude: "My work is done, you two can handle the rest, right?" ”

"Put your heart in your belly!" The mastiff snorted, turned around and grabbed the wall and began shooting.

Wu Ming knew in his heart that the Lie Mastiff's statement was just a comfort, and the two guys didn't have much ammunition left, which could be guessed from their slowed down firing frequency.

There are still 15 armed zombies left, and when they find out that their ability to dodge bullets has been broken, the next attack will definitely not be so blatant. It's going to be a tough battle for sure, and it's going to be hand-to-hand to the end.

If the battle situation really develops to that point, Wu Ming is more confident: both the Mastiff and Bobu have two hits, even if Bobu is injured in the thigh, his combat effectiveness will be affected to a certain extent, but his thick arms are still upright, and it will not be a problem to crush the zombie's head. And what's more critical is that Wu Ming himself may have the opportunity to use his fists and kicks in the dark to see how much his muscle strength has recovered.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming leaned against the wall easily, and harassed the fierce mastiff with words: "It's really hard to imagine that you were besieged by armed zombies, you say, could it be the retribution caused by your researchers' cruelty?" ”

The mastiff didn't answer, but Wu Ming could hear his teeth rattling.

Wu Ming sighed: "I suddenly have a guess, could those armed zombies sneak out of your laboratory?" ”

The fierce mastiff was finally disturbed. He stopped shooting, looked down at Wu Ming, and his little eyes narrowed:

"You are a former Shenzhou countryman, and you must have heard an old saying, 'Those who observe the fish in the abyss are ominous, and those who hide wisdom are in trouble'. This is kind advice from me. ”

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