The two ammunition managers at the range were whispering behind the counter: "Hey, who do you think that thing will be used for?" ”

"I don't know. Maybe only mutants can use this kind of perverted guy! ”

"God knows, I've never seen a pistol like this before, and I don't know which madman made it."

The two were chatting in a whisper, when they suddenly saw Rigore coming in, and they were so frightened that they immediately stood up straight and gave a military salute.

Rigore nodded to them and walked towards the shooting range inside. As soon as he stepped off the shooting range, another deafening gunfire was heard. In terms of volume, it was twice as loud as his beloved modified Desert Eagle.

Bang bang bang! Three gunshots rang out in a row, and there was even a heat wave rolling in the face. Then there was Leigh's angry curse, "What the fucking hell! ”

Rigore walked up behind Leigh and followed her gaze ahead. Fifty meters away, the target wall was riddled with huge bullet holes. The bullet holes are irregularly distributed, and the only thing they have in common is that most of them are far away from the target paper. There were only two bullet holes in the half-length chest target, but it was almost blown away.

Leigh was holding a modified pistol from Sue, and two boxes of bullets were placed on the shooting table in front of her. She had already fired two rounds of twelve bullets, but only two of them had been hit at a distance of fifty meters. In particular, the results of the three consecutive shots were even more miserable, and none of them hit the target.

At a distance of fifty meters, any kind of military-standard pistol, Li only needs to test a few shots, and the next rapid-fire results will be full ring.

The two boxes looked like ordinary 5.56mm rifle rounds, but there were some different reflections on the bullets, which attracted Rigore's attention. He picked up a bullet and looked at it carefully, and found that the bullet was engraved with fine and intricate notches, like the decorative patterns often found on precious metal objects in old times. But it's clear that these notches are more than just decoration. Rigore picked up another bullet, and in comparison, the notches on the two warheads were exactly the same, and there was no difference at all, as if they were carved with a super-precision CNC machine.

Rigore suddenly remembered something, his face changed slightly, and he quietly put the bullet back again.

Leigh had already loaded a new plate of bullets, stared at the target paper like a wolf, and did not move for a long time, but suddenly threw the pistol to Rigore, and said, "Hey, you can try this ghost gun!" ”

However, the pistol fell to the ground in the air. The hammer was shocked and fell, and a ball of flame erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet whistled out, hitting the bull's-eye, completely tearing the mutilated chest target to pieces. The pistol slid backwards under the tremendous recoil and hit the wall until it stopped.

Lihoran turned her head and looked at Rigolei. Seeing that Rigore's face was a little pale, and a drop of sweat slipped down his face, he struggled to jump over the layers of stubble and slip into the collar.

"I'm sorry, I was distracted." Rigore's explanation was as pale as his smile.

Under Li's gaze, Rigore smiled a little awkwardly and asked, "You brought this gun with you on this mission?" ”

Looking at Li's gritted teeth, it can be seen that his question happened to pierce her sadness. In this battle, Leigh used this gun to empty a round of six bullets, and even overshadowed the two anti-aircraft machine guns in the unit, but none of them hit. The gun's immense power and incomparably poor hit rate became a topic of conversation. If it were someone else, it would inevitably become a laughing stock for a long time. But this is Leigh's descendant, and all the soldiers are well aware of Lei's terrifying abilities, so the problem must be with the gun. So the conversation of the soldiers in the aftermath of the battle became the origin of this gun.

As everyone knows, this topic makes her angrier than discussing Leigh's poor marksmanship. However, Leigh couldn't make it clear.

So as soon as she returned to Pendulum City, Leigh immediately went to the underground shooting range to test the gun.

Rigory remembered the terrifying scene on the doctor's computer screen, looked at the two boxes of special 5.56mm bullets that were obviously from the same source as the pistol, laughed suddenly, walked to the wall and picked up the modified pistol, came to the target platform, and raised his hand to fire five shots in a row!

The sound of gunfire echoed through the range, and even shook a lot of dust off the ceiling. Rigore's score was much better than Leigh's, two of the five shots hit, and the other three were not too far off. However, such a result was enough to make Rigore frown. For a person like him, who has already mastered the fourth level of a simple weapon, after getting familiar with the ballistics, the error of the shooting accuracy of the fifty-meter pistol will not exceed three millimeters. This means that almost every shot can be fired in the bullet hole of the previous shot. But this pistol is really different, the direction of vibration brought by each shot and the ballistic error caused by it are different, and with Rigore's ability to correct the trajectory in an instant, it is impossible to correct each shot in time. Being able to hit two shots is pretty good.

After emptying the drum, Rigore withdrew the cartridge case and carefully examined the structure of the gun. The sample he gave to Dr. Rothstein was taken from this gun, and if he had been infected by an intruder, he would have turned into a monster of some kind. And this gun has been by Leigh's side for some days, judging from the life cycle of the invader cells, even if there are intruders on the gun, it should have died a long time ago. Besides, he had already touched the gun at the beginning, and he had just touched the bullet, and if there were really intruders alive, then he would not be able to dodge. So Rigolei confessed.

In fact, the workmanship of this pistol is quite crude, in order to adapt to the rifle cartridge, almost all the modified parts are made by hand, and the accuracy is not very high, at first glance it is not the handiwork of a master, but rather a black gun made by a handmade weapon worker who made a living in a settlement. The front sight of this gun is even crooked, and the original owner of the gun is not calibrated, obviously, he does not need this front sight at all. Suffice it to say that this pistol is almost useless except that it is powerful enough. And more than half of the power comes from the nicks on the bullet's warhead.

Rigoray pulled out a monitor from the side of the target table and clicked on it a few times to bring up the high-speed video of the shot he had just shot. As can be seen from the picture, when the bullet flew out of about fifty meters, the warhead had completely cracked and turned into dozens of metal particles flying at high speed. Although the penetration power of such a bullet is much inferior, the lethality of the bullet to the organism is increased by dozens of times. But because of this, the trajectory of the bullet began to become unstable at a distance of ten meters.

"Look," said Rigoray to Leigh, "I suppose that pretty boy of yours will only wield this pistol within twenty meters." ”

Leigh took the pistol and stuck it in her waist. The moment the pistol left her hand, Leigh keenly felt that Rigorei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and she stared at him a little strangely, seeing that he was flustered.

Leigh put away her bullets again and walked out of the range. When she passed by Rigao's side, she patted Rigao's chest and said, "Thank you!" I'm going to take a shower first, and then we'll have dinner together at noon, I'm in for a treat! ”

Looking at Li's background, Rigoray couldn't help but say, "Hey, you've been out for a few days, so let's go to the doctor for a blood test, so as not to ......"

Rei stopped and looked back at Rigoray strangely.

Li Gaolei touched the tightrope-like beard on his lips, as if he didn't care, and said, "I heard that there are several new mutant creatures around recently, and you've been out for so long, so it's better to check it out." Just for peace of mind! ”

Leigh frowned and said impatiently, "Are you really getting more and more??" Aluminum plays: "Mao Sang? B for 峋leg フ also ┦ ken 檠? Is the V-shaped shape enough to be pretty? Still? Vigor? Ding?

After saying that, Rei walked outside without looking back.

With a soft bang, a coin bounced high from Li's left hand, spun rapidly, and made a pleasant trill, almost touching the ceiling before it began to fall and disappear into Liz's left hand.

It had been a long time since Leigh was out of the shooting range, and Rigoré still felt the coin whirling in front of her eyes. Those flickering lights were extremely dazzling.

Just after noon, it was still very hot in the wilderness, even though the sun was always hidden behind the clouds.

In the fairly flat wilderness, two dilapidated trucks roared and struggled to crawl forward. They are not much faster than a human walk. The truck compartment was full of people, and even two people sat on top of the cab, armed with AK rifles that had been in fashion for more than a hundred years, and scanned the seemingly endless wilderness with alarm. The truck was followed by more than 30 people, fat and thin, dressed in everything, and armed with all sorts of weapons, even gunpowder that could only be used to shoot birds. Their eyes glazed over, they walked mechanically forward in the sweltering heat.

The two trucks are at opposite ends of the line, with the front opening the road and the rear pressing the formation to prevent the middle people from escaping.

Su held the eye-catching modified rifle in his arms, leaning against the baffle of the carriage, and couldn't help shaking as the vehicle moved. He sat in the back of the truck and took a decent seat. There were a few other people in the car who were on the side alone, like him, and they were all vicious guys. As for the rest of the people in the car, they had to huddle together. Those fierce-looking guys were all warriors with first-order abilities, and it could be said that no one in this improvised team wanted to provoke them. And Su, who is much thinner, can also get the same treatment, because of the modified rifle in his hand. These veterans who have survived many battles know that in the heat of battle, snipers can often save their lives. They don't want to let the sniper's body be wasted on the road.

So Sue didn't have to do anything, she could sit in the truck and rest with her eyes closed.

Sue's body was completely relaxed, but his mind didn't stop, he was thinking about his body repeatedly. The battle with Leigh almost allowed him to gain two full evolution points, and even the fierce hand-to-hand combat that lasted for a full hour at the end provided him with some evolutionary energy. After a battle that almost exhausted the last of his strength, watching the powerful Rei collapse again and again under his impact, that feeling of conquest mixed with physical pleasure brought Su an unparalleled shock.

Could it be that too strong stimulation can also cause evolution?

Sue was thinking seriously about the question. When it comes to the issue of evolution, Su is as precise and serious as a machine, and there will never be any fluctuations in emotion. He now has six evolution points, and as long as he gets two more, he can start evolving infrared vision. Only after having infrared vision can you become the real king of the night.

But before you can get evolution points, you have to have money. Sue was already destitute, and the coin he paid to Liz was the last bit of money on him. Of course, there is no such thing as ammunition or ceramic armor pieces. Seriously speaking, these things are treasures that only a poor mercenary like Su would cherish, and people like Ru Li, who are at the top of a large company, can't look down on them at all.

Sue finds a large settlement where she has been and takes on a mission to clean up the mob. Mobs abound, and seem to be increasing, in the wasteland, never to be cleared. The remuneration for this task is very meager, and a soldier like Su who brings his own professional equipment and has the ability to get the first level of remuneration, which is only 100 yuan. The armed vagrants who walked between the two trucks, with nothing but weapons and a relatively strong body, would be the first line of charge on the battlefield, and their remuneration would be no more than twenty yuan. But there were still several times more people who signed up than needed, and most of them only had wooden sticks and steel bars as weapons. The leader of the settlement had chosen only thirty armed displaced people, and his budget was very limited.

The meaning of money is different for everyone. For these homeless people, twenty yuan means that they can not worry about food for a month, and as for housing, they can sleep everywhere in the wilderness. Some of the settlements are sheltered from the wind and rain. And a hundred yuan for Su is only the price of twenty modified bullets. Even if he is not on a mission, when Su wanders alone in the wilderness, he will consume dozens of bullets a day.

Sue was now completely poor, and could no longer return to Asmo to take on the task, so he took on this mission, which was ridiculously poor.

Almost from the time he can remember, Sue knows that his body is different from others. In the turbulent times, every qiē is mutating, and even the couples who live together will have very different genes after more than ten years, but Su knows that his body is different from these mutants.

This body is nimble and agile, and he can command almost every part of his body with ease. Those radiation doses that were lethal enough for mutants, Sue could fully bear them. After surviving in various extreme harsh environments for a long time, the body will respond accordingly and become more resilient. During the days of wandering alone, as Su's knowledge of the ability domain increased, he judged that although his body did not carry out any ability enhancement in the fighting domain, it had at least the strength of the first order of various abilities.

Su slowly adjusted the state of his body, his breathing, heartbeat, and body temperature began to slowly decrease, and he wanted to save every fraction of his body. Since arriving at the settlement, he has not replenished his food, and his water has long since been empty. Only after this battle will there be money for food and water. Sue hadn't raided the mob in the wasteland, but it didn't include colonies that would become employers. Perhaps in this day and age, survival is the only principle. But when she has spare energy, Su is still willing to stick to some of her principles, for example, paying after being with a woman. In this chaotic and power-first era, women are particularly vulnerable. Sue's money may be able to allow them to survive for a little longer.

Except, of course, Leigh.

After three hours of travel, the terrain began to become rugged, with a collapsing highway not far away, and deserted country houses could be seen from time to time. After marching for so long, there was no sign of the mob at all, even the soldiers in the trucks became listless, and the armed displaced people walking on their own feet were close to exhaustion.

Sue suddenly opened her eyes!

His heart was beating vigorously, his body temperature rose rapidly, and in just a few seconds, Sue was fully awake from his near-hibernation state and into his pre-battle state. Several veterans in the same car were also old birds who had repeatedly struggled on the line of life and death, and when they saw the change in Su, they immediately became alert and looked to both sides.

Click! Suddenly the sound of a dull and impactful gunshot rang out. Immediately, there were several fist-sized holes in the body of the truck that hit the head, and a large dark red liquid was splashed on the glass of the cab, and the bloody air came to the nose. The armed displaced people in the center of the convoy also fell in rows.

The commander of the team jumped out of the cab of the truck behind him, fell to the ground, and shouted: "Damn it! Heavy machine guns! Get down, bunnies, get down! Sniper, take out that son of a bitch for me! ”

Before the end of his shouting had completely died down, a brutal gunfire echoed over the convoy, and the heavy machine gun spitting tongues of fire in the deserted villa a hundred meters away stopped.

The effect was so good that the commander could have imagined it best, and he slammed the ground hard and shouted, "Well done! ”

Gunfire rang out incessantly from the houses on both sides of the road, with at least a dozen guns firing wildly at the convoy, and the frantic shouts of the mob were louder than the dense gunfire. Bullets rained down, and the armed forces in the settlements couldn't lift their heads at all. With the exception of a few veterans who deftly found cover between the door and the hull of the car and began to return fire with force, the rest simply closed their eyes and flirted as they pulled the trigger while praying that the bullet would happen to hit an enemy. As for where the enemy is, the devil knows.

Su crouched on the ground, his earthy yellow cloak very close to the color of the ground. But in a battlefield where bullets are flying, this does not guarantee safety, luck is the real guarantee.

The muzzle of the rifle erupted again, and one of the most ferocious assault rifles in the house immediately fell silent. The sound of Suna's rifle was so shocking that each shot would silence all the others. And as soon as the guns go out, one of the enemies must lose their lives. And the frequency of this gunfire one after another does not at all look like the rate of fire that a sniper rifle should have, as if this sniper does not need to aim at all. The morale of the armed personnel in the settlement was greatly boosted, and several veterans even jumped up from the ground, seized the opportunity of the holehole in the opponent's fire network, and outflanked the mob's hidden houses from both sides, preparing to wipe out the other side.

One enemy after another entered Sue's crosshairs and left one by one, their expressions different. And Su Bise's gaze is stable and calm, witnessing the passing of life one by one.

Click! The dull and panicked sound of heavy machine guns rang out again, and the two old birds that rushed in front immediately froze in the middle of the road, and several blood fountains erupted from their chests and backs. The others were once again pressed to the ground by the barrage of bullets, unable to lift their heads at all.

Sue moved the muzzle of the gun almost as soon as he heard the heavy machine gun, and put the shooting glove behind the window into the crosshairs. However, the finger he pulled the trigger did not press down in the first place.

Manning the heavy machine gun was a little girl who looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, with a delicate face rarely seen in the mob, and large eyes with undried tears. She bit her lower lip as wisps of blood gushed down between her teeth, and the muzzle of her heavy machine gun lit up her hateful little face. From this little girl's face, Sue seemed to vaguely see another face, a little girl he almost thought he had forgotten.

In just a few seconds of Su's hesitation, another scream sounded on the battlefield, and a soldier lying on the ground was swept by a string of heavy machine gun bullets, and several blood fountains immediately spurted out.

Sue's pupils contracted into a doji again, and with a slight swing of the muzzle, he pulled the trigger. The modified bullet flew directly into the muzzle of the heavy machine gun with a tongue of fire with a huge kinetic energy!

The roar of the heavy machine gun stopped suddenly. Then it exploded, and the red-hot parts splattered in all directions!

The little girl stood for a few seconds, then fell backwards. On her forehead, a heavy machine gun was deeply embedded in it.

Sue buried her face heavily in the gunpowder-smelling dirt.

The battle was soon over.

This settlement is the settlement of this mob. The fighters of the colony began to search from house to house, and all the mobs, whether resisting or not resisting, adults and children, turned out to be only one, killed, and not taken prisoner. It was the practice of the wilderness, and the capacity of any one settlement was kept to the maximum extent that food and water could be supplied, and no excess share was given to the captives. The young women in the mob may still be useful, and the men are simply a burden. Because most of the settlements do not have any productive capacity, there is no need for surplus labor. As for the children of the mob, that is a source of hatred, and it is even more impossible to stay.

Sue leaned alone on the truck, smoking the last cigarette on her body. He did not participate in the search for mob settlements and did not need to. In the battle just now, he has completely proven himself. If he hadn't knocked out the heavy machine gun twice, I am afraid that the entire army would have been wiped out by the armed forces of the settlement. Now even those old birds with empty eyes were full of respect for Su, and they knew that the continuous gunfire just now could not have been fired by a first-order sniper.

The commander walked up to Sue's side, saw that his cigarette had reached the end, then handed over another cigarette, lit it for Sue, and asked, "Feeling unwell?" ”

"I'm a little tired."

The commander was close to fifty years old, and it took more than a dozen years of fighting to establish the settlement. He had already inspected the heavy machine gun position just now, and he somewhat understood Su's current mood. After all, this mob was a little different from the past, they had very little decay on their bodies, and their appearance was no different from that of other humans. In fact, more than ten years ago, the commander led the people who were looking for a place to stay, and this is the group that is today.

The wind ruffled the commander's gray hair, and there was a perceptive smile on his weather-scarred face, the corners of his mouth downward.

Looking at the residential quarters, where the occasional gunshots were still ringing, the commander exhaled smoke and said, "You really did a good job today. I doubt you're really just a first-order sniper? Hehe, you don't mind, I don't want to know anything. When you go back, your remuneration will be 200 yuan. I don't think anyone will object to this. ”

Su reluctantly smiled and said, "This is the best news I've heard in the past few days." ”