"Click!" There was a crunch.

"Ah...... My hand! ”

Wei Guang let out a heart-rending scream from his mouth.

The right hand, which had also been injured, couldn't help but cover the left wrist where the pain came.

However, the joints that were still firmly grasped in the hands of the merchant and had been completely deformed made Wei Guang have no way to relieve even the subjective pain.

However, the merchant who was half-lying on the ground, as if he had not heard this piercing scream, continued to exert force, exuding a force like a wild beast, crushing the fragile bones of human beings like pinched flour.

Let go of his hand, flung the hand that had long been out of shape to the side, and stared at the man in front of him with cold and emotionless eyes, tears and snot together, making his originally tough image ugly.

The merchant slowly straightened up, picked up the gun on the ground casually, and finally regained a little look in his cold eyes.

But for Wei Guang, this is not good news.

Because the look in the eyes of the merchant does not symbolize reason, but rather the desire for blood and death.

'Don't! I don't want to die yet! This rotten world is still waiting for me to save it! ’

This was Wei Guang's last thought before he died, but no one would care about this, at least the merchant would never care.

With the last gunshot, the merchant slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air from his mouth, and his cold and bloodthirsty gaze finally regained its calm.

Although this is not the first time that people have been killed, it is still a little uncomfortable to kill so many people in one day. The merchant looked at the corpse in front of him, which was gradually losing his vitality, and thought with mixed feelings.

After that, the merchant gradually adjusted his mood, and after simply collecting some commonly used medicines, he left the pharmacy, which was full of blood and gunsmoke.

The merchant who returned to the street did not immediately turn into a cheetah, but just maintained the original posture of a human being.

After walking around the deserted street a few times and not finding the last target he was trying to find, he re-picked up his blood-stained backpack and headed home.

"Although I wanted to get some weapons and ammunition before, it still didn't seem so easy, after all, this is not the country on the other side of the ocean full of armed mobs."

The merchant took on cheetah form again, carrying a huge, heavy backpack and jogging down the street where there were only a few zombies moving slowly.

Compared with the nervousness and anxiety when he came here, after the baptism of actual combat on the battlefield, the merchant no longer has the mind to fear the enemy and fight as if he has completely changed a person.

Even those zombies that were incomparably terrifying in his eyes were just fixed targets with great strength and ugly appearance to the merchants at this time.

At least they won't have to dodge them at a speed comparable to a sports car because of the presence of multiple zombies.

"However, this is also a bit of a benefit, at least the enemy like the veteran just now will not be encountered very often." The merchant whispered.

The biggest reason why the Celestial Empire strictly prohibits the proliferation of guns is definitely not because of the fear of some subversive activities in the eyes of the merchants, because the people here never do things so fiercely.

Of course, it will not be because of the fear of the probability of a criminal case, because human beings always have various ways to do what they want to do.

Being good at using tools has always been the most powerful human ability.

The reason why this ancient oriental country strictly controls guns is entirely because its own productivity cannot keep up.

The market of more than one billion people is not a small gap, and if the guns are released, the deficit in international trade will widen sharply, and it will definitely be a huge blow to the national economy.

And more importantly......

'Raw materials will also become a big problem, here the Celestial Empire is a vast land, but it is also a country that needs a lot of raw materials to import, especially copper and iron, in such strategic materials to be further controlled by other countries, it is really a big thing to threaten national security. ’

He had just experienced a fierce battle, and the sudden calm restored at this time made him feel a little bored. Divergent thinking, thinking about things that have nothing to do with them at all, just to pass the time of boredom.

Walking on the way home, the hot sun shone on the merchant's body, making him feel an unbearable heat. There was no one around, there was no cool atmosphere, there was just a nervous and anxious irritability.

"It's so hot......" The merchant lifted the sweatshirt that had become a little wet at this time because of the fierce battle, and kept fanning the equally hot breeze, trying to cool himself down.

But I don't know if it's sweat or other liquids, in short, the neckline of the sweatshirt that keeps fanning doesn't make the merchant feel cool at all, but becomes hotter because of the fanning action.

"It's annoying!" The merchant complained dissatisfiedly, "The freezer in the convenience store is broken, and there is no way to eat cold drinks, I hope the refrigerator at home can still be used, and I really want to drink cold drinks." ”

Although he thought so, it still couldn't change the situation in which he was still exposed to the scorching sun outside.

The hot weather made the merchant's mood a little irritable, and after finally finding a commissary with a freezer still in operation, and eating all the edible stuff in the freezer, this unexplained irritability quietly dissipated.

After killing a few zombies that didn't open their eyes, the merchant finally returned home with the fruits of today's victory.

After putting some food and medicine that are not easy to store in the refrigerator, and sorting out the various packages and garbage scattered on the ground, the apartment, which has become dirty and messy due to the bad mentality of the businessman in the past ten days, finally returned to its original cleanliness.

At the same time, he also saw that in the mysterious diary, his spiritual attributes were raised to a notch again, becoming E.

(Boy, congratulations on finally being played bad by the world!) The higher the mental value, the closer to mental illness in the eyes of ordinary people, because special spirits will make you look abnormal! Congratulations on taking the first step on the road of metamorphosis! ）。

Ignoring the strange note behind the value, the merchant was in a good mood, wrapped the only clean bath towel in the house around his waist, and opened his newly purchased laptop to play a game while blowing the humming air conditioner.

Of course, not the holographic online games that were popular in this era, but the 'ancient' single-player games. But for businessmen, these games are already ahead of their time.

While playing a stand-alone RPG similar to Resident Evil, the merchant was unconsciously distracted, recalling the scene of the battle just now, and the scene where he finally turned defeat into victory in a desperate situation, which made him more and more suspicious of the identity of this body before this.

Because obviously, even if you have just acquired abilities that greatly increase your physical abilities, you can't use a gun so proficiently.

Being able to shoot and being able to shoot at a target are two completely different concepts, but I did it very simply.

If the previous gangsters were also laymen and therefore had no reference value, then the veterans after that could obviously make the businessman feel strange.

'Himself' is definitely not a simple character before!