The space of a cube is not spacious, and the clutter placed in it occupies part of the space, so it is still a little cramped to hide in it, even if you squat.

Zhou Yang was able to completely control this cubic space, open a space hole the size of a cat's eye that connected to the outside world, and observe the zombies outside through the hole in the space.

A petite female zombie, I don't know if it's because it's rarely exposed to the sun, or because the time of the corpse transformation is relatively close, this zombie's joints are still relatively flexible, and it's not like those zombies who have lost most of their moisture and appear dry and numb, this zombie can still see a mellow arc in front of its chest.

It has no intelligence, and it does not know the reason for the sudden disappearance of its prey, and at this time it instinctively and hobbly in front of this window, unconsciously "purring······ sounds.

"Poof!"

A muzzle suddenly appeared in the air, through the muffler, a slight gunshot rang out, and a short and dazzling orange-red fire exploded in the air, and then a fist-sized blood hole exploded on the back of the zombie's head.

As the zombies fell to the ground, it was completely quiet. Zhou Yang's figure reappeared, and the hard cowhide Martin boots stepped on the solid wood floor with a layer of floating earth, looking around at the environment on the second floor.

The sunlight shines in, and the fine dust that fills the air scatters the sunlight into a misty circle of light.

On the wall on the second floor are some old-fashioned firearms, which look like they are old goods, and some even date back to the western cowboy era, old rifles, which seem to be the collection of the owner of this gun shop.

These things are old, whether they can be used or not, anyway, they don't have much value for Zhou Yang.

It was a few wooden boxes stacked in the room, which attracted Zhou Yang's attention.

took out the dagger, gently inserted it into the gap of the wooden box, and after priing the wooden box open, it revealed the sealed guns inside, and there was a smell of gun oil.

"M4 carbine."

Zhou Yang picked one up, wiped the gun oil with a handkerchief, and checked the status of the gun.

Although it has been sealed for at least two or three years, the condition of the guns is not bad, they are all new guns that have just left the factory, Zhou Yang disassembled them, the rifling is basically not worn, it looks like it should be an imitation gun, but the feel and quality are not worse than the original ones.

Zhou Yang withdrew his magazine: "5.56 mm bullets, 30 rounds of ammunition." ”

In the closet behind the sunflower at home, there is also a modified M4 carbine, which is also one of the firearms that Zhou Yang used to use in the past.

"AK-47 assault rifle."

Zhou Yang opened another wooden box, and there were a few AKs lying quietly in it. However, this famous rifle is obviously a modified civilian version, but the appearance and style have changed.

"Loroc 17 pistol."

This is a military and police gun produced by the Austrian Locke company, with a simple structure, a light body, continuous firepower, and a capacity of 17 rounds, which can also meet daily use.

Zhou Yang took out a black canvas handbag, picked out a few eye-catching and good firearms in a row, and put them away.

However, Zhou Yang's main purpose was not to use firearms, but to replenish ammunition.

The second floor should not have been looted by survivors, not only firearms, but also some bullets stacked on top of the iron shelves by the wall.

Found a 5.56 caliber bullet.

A box of fifty rounds of ammunition, Zhou Yang took out a new storage bag and swept it into it, there were almost two thousand rounds of ammunition.

I added some other models of rifle and pistol cartridges and threw them into my personal space.

It's a pity that there are basically some semi-automatic rifles and pistols in this gun shop, and there are no lethal weapons like grenades, which makes Zhou Yang a little disappointed. There is a mortar, which should be the owner's personal collection, but there are no shells, and it is quite bulky, Zhou Yang came to Enks Town this time to travel in simple clothes, and he does not plan to bring it back.

"Maybe next time, we can go to the Enkers police station."

Zhou Yang thought when he left the gun shop.

This time, the looting in the gun shop has basically met the demand. For example, when grenades are faced with zombies, the role they play is not as big as imagined, and the special weapons such as flamethrowers and white phosphorus bombs in the list are difficult to encounter on weekdays, whether it is a gun shop or a police station, and Zhou Yang does not force it.

However, grenades, which are light and easy to carry ammunition, are still very necessary, powerful and wide-ranging, and when facing some biochemical weapons, they should still be more effective than ordinary firearms, and stock up on some in case of emergency. Nowadays, there is not much stock of grenades, and Zhou Yang plans to look for the location of the police station by the way for a while.

"Poof~"

Zhou Yang held the P220 with silencer and walked lightly on the road. The zombies on the outskirts of the small city are not dense, and the zombies encountered are also overtaken by the bullets fired by Zhou Yang.

Several street-side supermarkets in a row have been searched several times, and even if there are left, they can't meet Zhou Yang's needs.

As he went deeper into the small town of Enks, Zhou Yang's spirit became tense, and he tried his best to avoid the corners of the vehicles and buildings on the road. In these places, I don't know when, a zombie will suddenly crawl out, and it is inadvertently possible for people to capsize in the gutter and become their kind.

"Wal-Mart."

In the distance, a dilapidated signboard on a two-story building caught Zhou Yang's eyes.

In front of the supermarket is a parking lot with a lot of space, and there are some zombies wandering aimlessly.

Zhou Yang stretched out his hand and grabbed it in front of him, and a pair of tactical gloves and goggles appeared in his hands.

After putting on gloves and goggles, Zhou Yang threw the P220 in his hand into the carry-on space, held the Steyr assault rifle in his hand, and walked towards the parking lot with Martin boots on his feet.

"Poof!"

After the bullet passes through the silencer, it is not much louder than the sound of a fart.

In the past six months, the gun feeling fed by a large number of bullets basically refers to where to hit. A gunshot rang out, and a zombie fell to the ground more than 100 meters away.

"Puff Puff ······"

As bullets burrowed into the zombies' heads, the figures wandering in the parking lot vanished.

A gust of wind blew, sending a faint rancid smell.

Zhou Yang watched the six roads and listened to all directions, dodged the vehicles in the parking lot, and walked towards the entrance of the supermarket.

As he approached the supermarket, Zhou Yang threw the Steyr rifle on his back and replaced it with a silenced P220 pistol.

In front of the supermarket door, there were black blood stains, some hair tissue, and the glass door had already been shattered to the ground, obviously after a fierce fight and a tragic struggle.

Walking into the supermarket, Zhou Yang tensed his nerves, but he was not too nervous.

In the past six months, he has already adapted to this stimulating life, and has also developed a sensitive stimulus reflex and a relatively calm mentality.

In a quiet environment, even the slightest sound stimulus can immediately arouse his vigilance.

"Poof!"

The gunshots fell, and the zombies on the shelves not far away, who had just stood up, rushed into the street again.

"Puff ······"

The fire snake sprayed, and the zombies roaming in the supermarket quickly decreased as far as the naked eye could see.

There are more zombies in the supermarket than you imagined.

However, what made Zhou Yang feel relieved was that this Wal-Mart supermarket, which occupies a large area, was not looted by the survivors, and the goods inside were still in good condition.

In addition, such a supermarket covering an area of more than 1,000 square meters will definitely have a large number of goods stored in the warehouse. For Zhou Yang, this represents a large number of living materials, which can bring great convenience to his future life.

When Zhou Yang changed the seventh magazine, there were already a lot of zombies lying in the supermarket. To the naked eye, there are no more zombies standing.

When Zhou Yang walked to the daily necessities area to select items, he suddenly felt a "woo woo woo ······" The sound, very rapid and very fast, was accompanied by a gust of evil wind that rushed towards him!

And Zhou Yang instinctively,

disappeared before the shelves.