doomsday disposal game

Chapter 20 Battle, Senior Group

The sun shines.

The product store was bright and bright.

Sitting at the counter, Ling Xinran took out the unloaded revolver from her bag and fiddled with it in her hands.

Frankly speaking, even though she was very brave, she still didn't have the courage to take out a firearm loaded with live ammunition and play with it casually in an unfamiliar situation.

Now, since the safety rubber stuffed behind the trigger has been removed by Lin Xiu, Ling Xinran put her finger on it gracefully while recalling the situation in the anime "Detective Conan".

Da da da, I dubbed it myself. After playing with it for a while, I started playing with other parts.

From time to time he murmured a few words, like a child finding a toy.

"Oh, if you press here, the bullet nest will really pop up. The relevant details in the animation are actually realistic. Hehe, the production team is quite attentive."

Soon.

Looking at the empty magazine inside and the five orange bullets laid out on the table at hand, as she grew from a girl to a woman, she felt that she should find opportunities to use them in actual combat.

Click!

Thoughts turned sharply.

The spring nest is dialed back and locked again.

"Even if you don't pull up the hammer, it shouldn't matter, right? There are no bullets in it anyway."

As he spoke, the slender finger on the trigger gradually began to exert force, the hammer was cocked, and the cylinder slowly rotated.

And when she pulled the trigger to the end, the hammer clicked down.

It looks like this is what the launch looks like...

In addition, the dog man was right. In order to avoid misfire, the trigger force was set very heavy.

While thinking, the extroverted Ling Xinran cocked the hammer without saying a word, raised the pistol again, held it with the right hand and the left hand, and aligned the target with the front and rear sights of the gun body and the notched rear sight. On a line.

Through this line, you can clearly see the cans of herbal tea on the shelf.

Hold your breath and stare at the target——

Pull the trigger.

But this time, Ling Xinran did not dub herself to entertain herself. Instead, she took a breath, staggered the sight, and put away the revolver nicknamed Little Sakura.

After all, the adapted ammunition is only five rounds, so there really aren’t many resources for her to train and find her feel, but if there is a chance in the afternoon, she must try it in actual combat!

Not far away, between the shelves.

A simple cot covered with yoga mats.

Lin Xiu, who was nicknamed a dog man, fell asleep soundly. When he woke up again, he first habitually looked out the window and was in a daze for a while.

The sun was very harsh.

It must be a great afternoon!
Besides, I'm so hungry.

"Wake up, instant noodles are served with braised eggs, and there is vacuum-packed soybean over there, which is already warm... Suck, sip, sip... um... you can also add ham..."

At this time, Ling Xinran's voice suddenly came. She was eating noodles at the moment, and the smell was fragrant.

"No wonder I'm so hungry."

Lin Xiu, who was full of energy, whispered, and then asked: "What time is it?"

"It's early three o'clock. I originally wanted to wait for you to wake up and let's eat together, but we ended up sleeping until now." Ling Xinran said with a naive smile: "But as soon as I made the noodles, I woke someone up with greed, haha. "

Gladly.

This name is just like her personality.

With a murmur in his mind, Lin Xiu picked up the two large buckets of extra-volume pork bone noodles on the shelf, came to the counter, put the braised eggs and beef, poured hot water, and tore into the pork sausage packaging bag, all in one go.

Powerful, but edible.

That's what he said.

Nowadays, with the improvement of his physical data, Lin Xiu, who is not burly and just takes off his clothes to show off his figure, eats more and more. Before he starts eating, he feels that he has eaten so many things and may only eat seven. Full portion.

"Want me to fry two eggs for you? There are some in the kitchen. They are quite fresh and not spoiled."

After getting along with him, Ling Xinran, who knew that he had a big appetite, put down the plastic noodle fork and asked thoughtfully.

"No, eating too much will affect your activities." Lin Xiu shook his head and said helplessly: "And I have to go upstairs to cut up zombies soon. The smell of these disgusting things is really off-putting."

"..." Ling Xinran felt a little nauseous.

The topic stopped there.

Someone also wants to eat in peace.

【15:46】

Lin Xiu, whose stomach was seventy percent full and had been digesting for a while, put on a mask, held in his breath as much as possible, and went to the second floor of the open air.

start!
Wear multiple disposable gloves and overalls, and the protective power is as high as conditions permit.

If you have the chance, be sure to get a military filter mask as soon as possible, the kind that protects against biological and chemical weapons...

When cutting the zombie's fingers with a table knife, Lin Xiu's face was full of pain and he swore secretly.

Because the corpse fluid is scarier than a certain brand of stinky fermented bean curd on the first floor shelf!
It's about four o'clock, it's summer in Tokyo, and the days are still long. If the weather is clear, there will still be a glimmer of light around seven o'clock, let alone now - on the asphalt road, you can vaguely see the rolling heat waves rising and falling with the naked eye.

"A law of physics suddenly occurred to me."

outside the store.

Lin Xiu suddenly spoke.

"What?" Ling Xinran, who was pushing the cart, was surprised, but his expression was still a little painful.

"The molecules of all substances are constantly moving irregularly. Since the movement of molecules is related to temperature, this irregular movement is called molecular thermal motion. The higher the temperature, the more intense the thermal motion..."

It's like reciting poetry.

Ling Xinran was speechless for a while.

Considering the current situation, in fact, in hot weather, the odor, diffusion speed and taste of anything emitted will increase to a higher level.

At this moment, both of them had something similar to an ancient sachet hanging on their waists, wrapped in cloth, but... it went to the other extreme, and a foul smell emanated from it.

Moreover, out of caution, the two people threw two corpses down from upstairs, intending to tie them with ropes and drag them along with a motorcycle to further confuse the sense of smell of the living dead.

The test officially begins!
The fiery red locomotive was not very fast, slowly leaving the safety zone at a speed of fifteen kilometers per hour.

street.

A group of osteoporotic elderly zombies are walking.

When Ling Xinran controlled the vehicle and carefully arrived ten meters in front, they had a vague reaction. Their big mouths spraying stench opened and closed. They wanted to rush up and bite but felt something was wrong.

A little closer.

When they were six or seven meters away, the two zombies finally stopped hesitating and rushed towards them crazily, but the speed... was a flaw!

Facing this group of old, weak, sick and disabled, Lin Xiu did not intend to waste bullets. He directly drew out the two-piece metal baton and hit the elderly man on the head hard, then slapped him hard on the left cheek.

The movements are perfectly connected.

After the crisp sound, the zombie's head suddenly shrank a little, its body tilted, its teeth flew out, and it immediately fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

"It would be great if all the zombies in the world could fight against the five scum like this."

"boom!"

As he spoke, gunfire erupted.

Ling Xinran, who had been away from the shooting range for many years, fired the first shot at the current doomsday.

But the crosshair was originally aimed at the center of the eyebrows, but after pulling the trigger, it hit the eye socket of the old lady-shaped zombie nearby.

Not killed.

A faint smell of gunpowder floated on the tip of my nose.

"It's a little bit worse..." Ling Xinran murmured. Although the recoil of the small-caliber revolver was not as difficult to deal with as expected, he had not touched a gun for a long time, and he still couldn't control the inertia, causing the muzzle to shift slightly. .

Almost simultaneously, Lin Xiu, who was responsible for holding down the formation, pulled out his dagger and used his agility to complete the final blow, stabbing the old zombie through the temple.

No blood splattered.

The stench was actually stronger.

(End of this chapter)