Comprehensive comic: Swallowing the main god’s light ball at the beginning

"Let me go to the front to check on the situation."

Shunta knew that the car would not be able to move forward much after that, so he stood up and suggested getting out of the car to take a look.

"I'll go with you."

As he said that, Busujima Saeko wanted to get up, but was held down by Hayabusa.

"I'd better go by myself. Isn't there a motorcycle? If I drive a motorcycle, I can come back soon, and it's more convenient. I'm worried about your absence in the car."

Shayta doesn't want to be disturbed.

——This was also the reason why he wanted to move the motorcycle onto the bus.

Hayata's purpose of getting out of the car was not to check the situation, because he knew that the Goshen Bridge in front had been blocked and could not be passed.

The reason why he got out of the car was to kill zombies.

After eating and drinking, of course you need to exercise, but you can’t waste time here.

"Oh well."

Busujima Saeko obediently agreed.

Afterwards, Hayabusa unloaded the motorcycle and rode the motorcycle forward.

Along the way, as long as zombies were found, Hayabusa would lead them together, and then Get off the car and destroy them.

Although Hayata can ride a motorcycle, his driving skills are not good enough to kill zombies while riding a motorcycle, so he can only use this inefficient method. But even so, he I have accumulated almost all my experience very quickly.

"Ding... Congratulations to Samsara Busujima Hayata, your level has been upgraded to level 4 and you have gained 10 free attribute points."

This time Hayabusa adopted the distribution plan of 3, 4, 3, which increased his three attributes of strength, physique, and speed to 16 points. There is no card draw for level 4, and the next draw is level 5..

And at level 5, the cards drawn will have a chance to be green, which means that Hayabusa has a chance to obtain blue quality cards.

In addition, what is drawn at level 5 is not skills, but talents.

Normally speaking, skills It is an ability that people understand through acquired learning, while talent is a person's innate potential and differences in certain aspects. After

Hayata's level was raised to level 4, he killed level 1 zombies again. The experience gained is only 20 points - upgrading becomes more difficult.

「I don't know if these zombies will be upgraded. If this continues, I will lose experience in killing zombies soon."

Shunta is a little worried about the future.

After assigning attributes, he moved on with this concern.

Hayabusa didn't drive very fast because he had to pay attention to his surroundings. It would be bad if something suddenly jumped out, got into a car accident, or was attacked by a sneak attack.

And he wasn't in a hurry anyway, so there was no need to be in such a hurry.

After dealing with another wave of zombies, Hayata suddenly found a police car parked in front of him.

As soon as he saw the police car, Hayata thought of guns, so he thought in his heart:

「I don’t know if there were any guns there."

Although Hayata felt that the possibility was not high, he still stopped his motorcycle next to the police car and prepared to find out.

"Roar~"

Just when Hayata parked the car, a zombie in police uniform suddenly jumped out from behind the car and pounced on Hayabusa.

「He actually knew how to ambush. Hayabusa didn't show any mercy at all, and hit him with a stick - his brains were flying everywhere!

No matter what your status was when you were alive, you are all equal now and it's all the same thing.

Not to mention, this zombie with a baseball bat feels much easier to use than a wooden knife.

——This time, Hayabusa did not use the wooden sword when he came out.

He gave his wooden sword to Busujima Saeko and asked her to keep it as a spare, while he chose a baseball bat.

Anyway, he knows all kinds of martial arts, so it doesn’t matter which one he uses as a weapon.

"Huh?"

After killing the zombie, Hayata suddenly let out a sigh because he found that the police officer had a revolver on his waist.

——This is really an unexpected bonus.

Of course, Hayata would not be polite. He took a pistol and carefully searched the police officers and police cars.

It's just that he is obviously not a child of luck. He only found this revolver with six rounds of bullets and gained nothing more.

Putting the pistol away, Hayabusa prepared to move forward.

But as soon as he started the ignition, he realized that the motorcycle didn't seem to have much oil.

「Yes, you have to find a place to fill up the gas tank, and then pack some more in case of emergencies."

So Hayata took out a mobile phone.

Of course the Lord God does not deserve this for reincarnations like them.

But in this chaotic world, it is still easy to get a mobile phone

——There are plenty of them on those bodies.

Hayata turned on the navigation and looked for the nearest gas station.

Because the zombie crisis has just broken out, the city's power, water, and communication systems have not yet completely collapsed.

Of course, if you want to call the police for help, you won't be able to do it, because the police station's phone numbers have been overwhelmed.

As a normal person living in modern society, when encountering something like today, the first thing that comes to mind is definitely to call the police.

So...this is normal.

The gas station was not far from Hayata's location, and he arrived at the gas station in just five or six minutes.

The gas station looked like no one was inside—the lights were not on.

But it's still a little bright now, so it won't affect anything.

Hayata drove the motorcycle to the designated location, got off the car, picked up the oil gun, opened the motorcycle's fuel tank cap, and started to refuel the motorcycle.

After filling up the motorcycle, he went to find a plastic bucket and planned to fill it up as well and keep it for later use.

"rustle……"

Just when Hayabusa squatted down to refuel, he vaguely seemed to hear a slight noise behind him, like the friction of something.

Hayata's eyes turned cold, and his whole body tensed up instantly.

But on the surface, he still pretended to be nonchalant and continued to cheer.

"rustle……"

The friction sound sounded again, and it was very subtle—most people couldn't hear it at all.

But who is Hayata? As a person who has practiced martial arts for many years, although his strength is not very strong, his sharp ears, quick eyes and quick hands are the most basic.

At this time, the plastic bucket was full. Hayata took out the oil gun with one hand and held the lid of the plastic bucket with the other hand, trying to screw the lid on.

He is creating opportunities for things behind him. really……

"swish swish……"

He felt the thing behind him speed up and rush towards him quickly.