As soon as Wang Lu threw down the shovel in his hand, he couldn't wait to run towards the camouflage off-road vehicle.

As soon as he opened the rear door, Wang Lu grinned.

It's been sent, it has been sent!

In the trunk of the car, there was military equipment piled up to the roof.

At the top of the top are stacked steel helmets - the steel helmets at the street entrance are rolled out of the car from here.

Under the steel helmet, there are small camouflage vests - body armor! Wang Lule's saliva was about to flow out, wearing such a small vest, no matter how good the zombie's teeth were, he couldn't bite it.

Wang Lu hurriedly pulled for a while, found another plastic bag next to the body armor, opened it and saw that it was a bunch of walkie-talkies. T-100 all the way, the hottest walkie-talkie sold on Taobao, 250 yuan a pair. Some colleagues in the office who like to travel by car once bought it, and encouraged Wang Lu to buy a pair too, blowing the benefits of walkie-talkies to the sky, claiming to be a real free call within the city. Wang Lu looked at himself - a PHS, a Unicom Telecom dual-number dual-standby mobile phone - forget it.

Wang Lu happily took out the steel helmet and body armor from the trunk one by one and put them on the back seat.

Although they are all armor and no weapons, with these, it is better than running naked. If nothing else, this is very useful for walkie-talkies.

Every time I go down to Yashan, I and Chen Wei are worried. At the foot of the mountain, he was worried about whether there would be zombies with their heads to raid Chen Wei and Wang Bi'an on the mountain, and Chen Wei was worried about whether he was gnawed in the zombie group.

In fact, when going down the mountain in the morning, Wang Lu can bring a rice ball or something, so that his efficiency in fighting zombies under the mountain is still higher.

The problem is that if the two sides don't communicate with each other, Wang Lu will leave Chen Wei and Wang Bi'an's mother and son wandering outside for a day, not to mention anything else, Chen Wei will have to go crazy.

Well, now that there is a walkie-talkie, Wang Lu will be upgraded from the dirt road to the digital army of the United States D, if there is anything, press the walkie-talkie-get it.

Wang Lu was enjoying himself when suddenly, his fingers touched the surface of something hard.

It seems, it's a box, a flat box.

Wang Lu was stunned, and his heart couldn't help jumping wildly.

With a tugging of his hands, he swept the rest of the body armor aside, revealing what was underneath.

A plastic box, rectangular.

In fact, there is more than one box, and underneath, there are several identical boxes stacked on top of each other.

The box has no lock, just a simple buckle.

Wang Lu broke it lightly, and with a click, the box opened.

The STD rail is equipped with an auxiliary sight, and a laser red dot indicator is mounted next to the barrel.

Flat-top magazine.

and a unique cylindrical silencer!

Wang Lu's heart was like running back from the street in the summer, opening the refrigerator and drinking a big sip of ice water.

The tile is cool and the tile is cool.

And not just because the box is a US D standard M4A1 rifle. Not the 95 rifle of our own army.

It's even more because of the wonderful color of the gun - plastic color.

This thing is a plastic gun!

Wang Lu was furious and unrelenting, and pulled the gun out of the box, and as soon as the gun was in his hands, he closed his eyes--there was a pipe dragging behind the gun, and at one end of the pipe, there was a gas canister--Daddy! Plastic paintball guns!

Wang Lu went crazy and pulled out all the boxes below.

Roughly opened, glanced at, and threw it out of the buggy.

The plastic gun couldn't stand such a beating, and after the parts were broken, they scattered all over the ground.

Wang Lu suddenly stopped.

At the very bottom of the trunk of the SUV, there is a stack of posters.

The face painting above is camouflaged behind the M4A1 gun "Warrior", with a line of bold letters.

"Xuan Ting real CS, give you a real war"!

Your sister! What a cheat!

You are a real CS club, paint the car into military camouflage dry hair!

You toad on the road, what kind of camouflage little jeep!

Depend on! In order to get on this fake military vehicle, Lao Tzu almost got into the belly of a zombie!

No wonder when I saw the T-100 walkie-talkie all the way, I subconsciously kept being weird - you say, which army will go shopping on Taobao.

Wang Lu was so angry that he gritted his back molars.

Should! Deserve! The passengers in the off-road vehicle were dragged away and eaten by zombies.

Let you pit me! ,

Thinking of the thrilling scene of the iron pulley fighting zombies just now, Wang Lu still didn't understand his hatred, raised his legs, and kicked on the back of the front seat.

There was a click, the car shook, and then there was a muffled sound from the front seat, as if something had fallen under the seat.

Wang Lu poked his head out.

On the floor in the front passenger seat, there is a camouflage waterproof bag reclining, which is much larger than the box for paintball guns, nearly a meter long.

Phew, it must be another plastic fake gun.

Wang Lu spat at the waterproof bag, and just about to turn around, he leaned over again, and brought the bag over, wanting to take out the fake gun inside, and smashed it like the pile of plastic guns just now.

It's a bit heavy to start with.

No, it's heavy, much heavier than paintball guns.

Pulled Wang Lu's arm, who was caught off guard, sank.

Maybe it's a new type of big paintball gun.

Wang Lu roughly unzipped the bag and only glanced at it.

His hand froze.

Trapezoidal pedals.

Wooden carriage of the gun type.

Shiny steel eccentric wheels.

Chopstick-thick wire twisted strings.

A finger-thick steel plate arch.

A crossbow!

A finely crafted hunting crossbow!

There's also a laser sight on it!

A real long-range killing weapon!

Wang Lu's hands trembled, and he took the crossbow out of the bag and fumbled for it.

That's right! That's right!

What a guy! It's a real guy!

The steel crossbow has a metallic sheen, and there is still oil in the grooves of the crossbow arrows.

Wang Lu tried to pull the bowstring, the eccentric wheel turned without hindrance and without sound, and the bowstring was easily pulled apart, with an inaudible click, and the trigger was pulled.

You don't have to use pedals to wind it.

Wang Lu supported his arm, like the first time he hugged Wang Bi'an, who had just been born and wrapped in a small quilt, holding the crossbow, and tears almost flowed down.

How many times have I dreamed of having a ranged weapon?

Let yourself never have to fight zombies face-to-face again.

Not afraid of people's jokes, Wang Lu even secretly tried to make a bow by himself.

It uses an old bamboo in the bamboo forest of Yashan Mountain.

The bamboo slices are bowed bodies.

A nylon rope is a bowstring.

As a result, the arrows shot by the bow - bamboo branches - were only a few meters away.

And it's fluffy. Even the slingshot that Wang Lu used to make with cowhide bands when he was a child shot farther than this.

Killing zombies with this stuff isn't enough to even tickle zombies.

Wang Lu didn't have the face to show this "bow" to Chen Wei and Wang Bi'an.

It's okay now, it's okay now.

Crossbow, an assembly line product manufactured by the modern machinery industry.

A must-have killing weapon for home travel.

Killing a zombie is not as simple as killing a rabbit.

Stand far away from the zombies.

Draw the bow against the wind.

Aim.

In the scope is the zombie's wide open mouth as it barks at itself.

Of course, Wang Lu can't hear the roar of the zombies, it's still far away, and he can't hear it.

Then, tap your index finger lightly.

Sharp arrows flew out with a whizz.

With one arrow, shoot the zombies that are running wildly to the head.

Wang Lu was immersed in his imagination, so beautiful that even snot bubbles bubbled out.