What is despair?

When you are alone, you are trapped in a crowd of zombies, and your firepower is not enough...... This is called despair, and in this situation people cannot help but despair, because they are about to die.

As a gangster gunman, and his marksmanship is extremely accurate, Robbie is actually very calm in the face of trouble, even if he is flustered in his heart, he will not show it, this is very similar to Don Guy, he has a strong heart, he wants to survive in the last days, desperate to survive.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ……

Robbie's pistol is a Beretta 92F pistol, which is the same as the gun that Tang Ji used before but lost to smash zombies because of no bullets, and was named M9 by the United States [***], this model of pistol replaced the American M1911A1 pistol that has been in service in the army for 70 years in the 1987 U.S. Army bidding, and has become the standard equipment of the regular forces of the U.S. Army.

Robbie changed the magazine very quickly, the M9 magazine capacity was fifteen rounds, in just three minutes, Robbie had emptied seven magazines, and the remaining two magazines were in the pistol, and they were about to be emptied, so far Robbie had killed more than a hundred zombies, but he was already in a situation of running out of ammunition.

There are more and more zombies on the street, although they are not as fast as humans, but they come from all directions and continue to form a circle, Robbie's escape method is to use a gun to put down a few zombies, open a gap in the zombie encirclement, and then run out, and then the zombies will inevitably chase him, forming a circle again in all directions, Robbie uses a gun to open the gap...... Because of this, if Robbie has enough firepower, before the zombies are fully gathered, he may still be able to rush out of this street and get rid of the zombies, of course, he will also encounter new zombies, and he must find a place to hide.

"Whew!" Robbie is running, wheezing violently, the length of this street is about half a kilometer, not too long, but Robbie can't move in a straight line, stop and go, the left and right are very physically demanding, the zombies are still chasing him, Robbie's M9 bullet in his left hand is the first to be empty, Robbie's choice is the same as Tang Ji's choice, throw the pistol out to smash the zombies, in this case, holding a pistol without bullets is a burden, you can't always use the pistol as a weapon to fight with the zombies in hand-to-hand combat, that thing has no sharp edge, Not to mention that you can't kill zombies, you will be scratched by zombies and have a wound, and if you are infected, you will die.

A real gunner will never fight hand-to-hand with his opponent unless he has to, or he can't be called a gunner, he should be called a fighter.

"You bastard, shit!" Robbie threw away one of his guns, turned around and fired several more shots with another gun, and suddenly noticed an abandoned car parked on the side of the road, it was a General Motors parked in front of a morning café, in the parking space, undamaged, judging from the situation, the owner of the car should have had breakfast in the morning café when the end of the world broke out.

Then the owner of the car was either eaten by zombies or became zombies, it is almost impossible for Robbie to drive away this car, not because of the problem of car keys, as a senior member of the gang, Robbie still has the ability to steal cars, but it takes time, and zombies can't give him time.

"!" Robbie cursed hesitantly, remembering that he should only have one bullet left in his pistol, a professional gunner's talent, and no matter how many magazines he replaced, he would always remember the number of bullets in the magazine.

"Miscellaneous people, let me die!" Robbie rushed forward, did not choose to shoot, but vigorously pushed away a zombie that pounced, jumped forward, and turned around when his body was in the air, Robbie turned his head and could see the car more than ten meters away from him.

Syllable!

Bang!

The last bullet, Robbie chose to shoot the fuel tank of the car, and he himself fell to the ground, which is the best means of protection in the event of a close-range explosion, crawling on the ground, the whole car exploded, the shops on both sides of the street that were open before the outbreak of the end times, the glass was all shattered, and the car itself was also torn apart, the shock wave formed by the explosion mixed with car fragments swept around, humans chose to crawl and know how to avoid the damage caused by these fragments, but the zombies did not understand.

The zombies closest to the car were directly torn apart by the explosion, and the waves of fire brought by the explosion also ignited all their broken corpses, and the car fragments shot out in all directions, each large or small fragment is not as powerful as the bullet, it will not be too bad, within a radius of 100 meters, a large number of zombies were put down, and there were few who could stand up in the end.

Robbie was lying on the ground, although he was not hit by the car fragments, but the huge explosion also shook his head to buzz, there was a severe tinnitus, and the roars of the zombies around him became unreal, he barely opened his eyes and raised his head, the world in his eyes was shaking, as if it was very unreal.

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A dilapidated Ford was speeding down the road, crashing into zombies, blood spilling on the windshield, so the windshield wipers were always on.

In the car, there were six people, and more than fifty weapons, pistols and automatic rifles, of course, there were also shotguns, but only two were taken, old Mike liked shotguns, and the whole gun shop, only a few dozen weapons were obviously not much, but there was no way, they couldn't take too many weapons.

In addition to these guns, there are many small black bags on the seats and on the ground that are not very large, which are filled with bullets, and they take a lot of bullets, and there are many types, but the weight of bullets is not high, take nine-millimeter bullets as an example, the weight is generally about 12 grams to 18 grams, and the fluctuation of weight is due to the different materials used in different bullets and the amount of propellant, but there is not much difference, so that is to say, the weight of a thousand bullets is only a dozen kilograms, which is for a person, As long as it doesn't carry a weight for a long time, it's not a burden at all.

The actual shooting life of a medium pistol is between 6,000 and 10,000 rounds, which is basically two or three times higher than the design life, and the shooting life of automatic rifles is higher, mostly between 10,000 and 20,000 rounds, that is to say, unless they take hundreds of thousands of kilograms of bullets, it is theoretically impossible to scrap all guns, and the reason why they take more guns is because as long as it is a gun, there is a certain failure rate, although it is very low, but it has to be prevented to deal with emergencies.

"Listen...... Gunshot! It's right in front. Tang Ji sat in the middle seat of the car, fiddling with a Colt 2000 pistol in his hand, the zombies outside followed the roar, he could vaguely make a small gunshot, the distance of the gunfire in the urban area is limited, and it is already the limit to be able to cross more than a block, plus the sound of the car itself and the roar outside, so it is not easy to listen to the gunfire in the distance.

"It's gunshots, a lot!" Jason, who was sitting next to Tang Ji, put down the world's most famous rifle AK47 in his hand, listened attentively and nodded.

"It should be over there on Elm Street, we're going to pass through there, should we go around it?" Old Mike in the front row said suddenly, and finally added: "There is not much gas in the car!" ”

"Drive straight over!" Tang Ji put down the Colt 2000 in his hand and said, and then picked up an M16 assault rifle, this rifle took a lot from the former gun store, like AK47, M16 is also a well-known light weapon in the world, it is a small-caliber assault rifle, in Tang Ji's opinion, it is a complete waste to fight zombies with large-caliber rifles, and zombies don't know how to find cover to dodge, A 5.56mm bullet and a 12.7mm bullet hitting a zombie in the head can kill a zombie, and a 12.7mm bullet is significantly heavier than a 5.56mm bullet.

Although it is really a waste to fight zombies with large-caliber small arms, Tang Ji still took a 12.7mm caliber sniper rifle in the gun shop, which is the dominant sniper rifle market and is known as the best sniper rifle in the world, Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle, known as the king of sniping.

Tang Ji took more than a hundred bullets from the sniper rifle, and it was naturally impossible for him to take this gun because of his bad taste or some hobby of collecting, it was completely for other purposes.

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Elm Street, at the North Crossroads, a Ford is hurrying down another street.

"The gunfire attracted a lot of zombies." Tang Ji frowned slightly and looked out the window and muttered, after saying this, the car was just about to cross the intersection and go to the opposite street, but Tang Ji suddenly shouted and slapped the back of Old Mike's seat: "Stop, stop, I know that person, stop!" ”

Don Ji saw it, saw Robbie, but because the roar of zombies drowned out the sound of the car, Robbie didn't notice that a Ford ran out of the intersection only two hundred meters away from him.

"Holy! Get down on your stomach and cover your ears! Don Ji wanted old Mike to drive in, but suddenly screamed.

Bang! The car parked in front of the morning coffee shop exploded!