Massacre

When the lazy midday sun spilled over the land of Shangcheng County, a strange combination emerged from the local police station in this small town. The first person in line is a man with a rifle, covered in blood. His posture holding the gun is not very standard, indicating that he has not received proper firearms training. Following closely behind is a woman carrying a small submachine gun slung over her shoulder. She held the gun with a much more professional stance than a man, her eyes constantly scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

Needless to say, the two people are Huan Chu and the queen, and the one running around at the queen's feet is naturally Hei Zi.

The zombies outside the police station may be a bit clumsy, but they are definitely not wooden. Just because they sneaked into the police station unnoticed before doesn't mean that the creatures will turn a blind eye to Huan Chu and the others walking out so openly this time. Sure enough, as soon as they caught the scent of living humans, the remaining ten or so zombies in the yard roared and charged towards the group.

At this point, Huan Chu had instinctively classified the zombies he had encountered into three categories: the first category was advanced zombies like Wang Jing, who had basic intelligence and could command ordinary zombies; the second category was the muscular zombies he had encountered in the underground corridor, which Huan Chu classified as intermediate zombies; the third category was the most common ones in front of him, the low-level zombies with weak combat power and no consciousness.

When there was only one fire axe, Huan Chu dared to fight bloodily with the zombies. Now with a gun in hand and the queen by his side, he naturally looks down upon these low-level zombies who lack skills and intelligence. Huan Chu knew that his shooting skills were terrible. He held the automatic rifle steady, aimed quietly while standing in place.

Chen Wenwen obviously wanted to give Huan Chu a chance to practice real shooting. She locked onto several zombies approaching in front of her with her Micro Uzi, but did not shoot. Instead, she was ready to support Huan Chu at any time, gently shaking the Type 79 Micro Uzi and getting familiar with the weight and feel of the gun in her hand.

Dada! Clatter clatter clatter! "

When the nearest zombie had rushed to within five meters in front of him, Huan Chu finally pulled the trigger. Except for the first bullet hitting the forehead of the zombie in the front, creating a thumb-sized hole in its head, the rest of the bullets were all wasted as they flew into the sky due to the recoil. All six bullets were completely wasted by him.

Chen Wenwen seemed to want to test his abilities and still did not shoot. Huan Chu seemed to have known that the queen would not shoot, dodging the zombie's attack with a not-so-standard roll, rolling on the ground for a circle before standing up, half kneeling on the ground, raising the gun, aiming, and firing in a straight line.

"Dang! "A beautiful shot, the 5.8mm dbp87 bullet whistled through the air and hit the second zombie right in the temple." At this moment, the penetrating power for which the Type 95 automatic rifle is famous finally showed itself. With just one bullet, the entire temple of the zombie was pierced through, and its whole head was blown to pieces. The body, charging forward, seemed to pause for a moment and then collapsed to the ground.

Huan Chu didn't stop for a moment, swinging the Type 95 rifle in his hand slightly, and bullets whistled out of the muzzle one after another. Nice quick shot! With the movement of his fingers, one zombie after another fell five steps away. Although some bullets missed their target, Huan Chu's short-range shooting accuracy reached an incredible rate of over seventy percent.

Beginners are always beginners. As he watched the remaining seven zombies rushing towards him, Huan Chu instinctively tried to pull the trigger, only to hear a 'click' from his Type 95 automatic rifle. The bullets he anticipated did not appear. Huan Chu, who was using a gun for the first time, obviously did not carefully calculate how many bullets he had fired, nor did he have a systematic grasp of when he should retreat to change the magazine.

At this moment, Chen Wenwen, who had been watching the battle on the side, opened fire. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Type 79 submachine gun spewed out fire snakes from its muzzle. In just a few seconds, all the zombies in front of Huan Chu fell to the ground at his feet. The Queen's submachine gun also ran out of bullets at the right time, stopping the barrage. Every zombie killed by the queen was not only hit by two bullets on the head, but the whole skull was smashed, a bloody mess, even their loved ones would not be able to recognize them.

The two of them took out new magazines from their respective bags and replaced them, but instead of discarding the empty magazines, they reloaded the bullets one by one and inserted them back into their backpacks. They are not like the American soldiers in war movies who can squander resources at will. Each magazine is snatched from the hands of zombies, and no one knows if a loaded magazine will save their lives at a critical moment. Therefore, they dare not waste anything at this moment.

After about ten minutes of sweeping, Huan Chu and Chen Wenwen were surprised to find that they had already slaughtered all the zombies in the courtyard. The only creatures left standing in the yard of the police station, besides the two of them, were the black dog that kept jumping around on the zombie bodies.

Huan Chu took a deep breath, released his hands holding the gun, opened a pack of cigarettes and lit one for himself. He said to Chen Wenwen, 'This is the most satisfying day of my life.' "

Chen Wenwen obviously also felt a sense of relief. Before today, the two of them had been avoiding zombies wherever they went and whatever they did. How could they have such a reckless experience of shooting and killing those monsters today? After suppressing their depression for a long time, both of them naturally felt a sense of relief. They casually replied, "Yes, it's much more exciting than shooting at the shooting range." "

Thinking of her experience shooting at the shooting range, the scene of Huan Chu continuously shooting down a group of zombies came to Chen Wenwen's mind. When the queen was abroad, she used to go to the outdoor shooting range almost every day to practice for a few hours. After two years, she spent tens of thousands of dollars on bullets at the shooting range to achieve her shooting skills today. Huan Chu has only been touching the gun for a short time, just a few minutes, and he has already adapted to the recoil, and can even shoot blindly while holding the gun steady. This seems quite unbelievable to Chen Wenwen. Now that they have a moment to spare, she naturally asks, "Is this really your first time playing with a gun?" "

Huan Chu turned his head and thought for a moment, saying, "Actually, it's not the first time, right? We fired live ammunition during military training in college." Well... later on, I also often played some real shooting games like CS, but those were all electronic firearms. It's not as exciting as playing with real guns! "

Chen Wenwen automatically ignored the second half of Huan Chu's sentence and continued to ask, "Military training?" How many points did you score in live ammunition shooting? "

Hmm, it seems like I hit a 40-ring? "

Five bullets? "

Yes, five bullets. "

40 laps? In that environment with instructors guiding and using the most stable prone shooting position, scoring 40 out of 50 with five bullets can be considered excellent, but it cannot be said to be a genius-like performance. Compared to the performance of Huan Chu just now, it is indeed far behind. Chen Wenwen was about to attribute Han Chu's previous performance to extraordinary performance, but suddenly heard his calm voice in her ear.

However, my first shot missed the target, and I was scolded by the instructor. "

"Puff! Chen Wenwen looked at Huan Chu as he unconsciously recounted this fact, almost spitting out saliva. Fortunately, I managed to hold it back at the critical moment, otherwise it would have been too embarrassing for my "ladylike" image.

Huan Chu clearly noticed Chen Wenwen's shock, walked to the queen with a sly smile on his face, gently patted her back, helped the queen calm down, and continued to say, "Actually, you don't need to be too surprised." You see, in this world, there is a kind of people called geniuses...

Before Huan Chu could finish his words, he swallowed them back because Chen Wenwen had already pressed the cold muzzle of the Type 79 submachine gun against a critical part of his lower body, with a smile on her face as she placed her finger on the trigger, forcing Huan Chu to change his words.

I...I just got a little lucky, please, put the gun down first, can we talk peacefully? "

"Now you know how to speak nicely?" The queen still smiled as she spoke. But that smile looked like a demon's smile to Huan Chu.

"Got it, got it. I understand now, and I promise I will speak nicely in the future." "

Huan Chu was about to swear an oath when Chen Wenwen snorted and moved the microphone in her hand slightly away. The kind and innocent queen had no idea that after slaughtering the zombies, Huan Chu's spirit was already somewhat excited. Being threatened by the queen with a gun for a while, the originally cold touch instead ignited Huan Chu's desire.

As soon as the queen's gun moved away, Huan Chu grabbed the queen's right hand holding the gun, while his other hand wrapped around Chen Wenwen's waist. He lowered his head and kissed the queen. Suddenly, it was like a monk meeting a nun, no, it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire. Sparks flew between the two, and Chen Wenwen did not resist, but instead embraced Huan Chu, responding passionately to his kiss.

Huan Chu's left arm tightly wrapped around the queen, kissing her wildly, as if trying to melt Chen Wenwen in his arms. Chen Wenwen's body gradually heated up, feeling weak all over as if not surrounded by a person, but a raging fire that wanted to scorch and burn her in the endless flames.

Is anyone there? Please... Save my child... Whining... Please..."Just as the two of them were in love, the walkie-talkie on Huan Chu's shoulder suddenly rang out inappropriately, and an anxious male voice from the speaker separated the man and woman.

"Huan Chu, you jerk..." The queen's delicate face flushed with anger, biting her lip, she punched Huan Chu's chest lightly and said softly.

Huan Chu could only reach out his hand to gently stroke the queen's hair, with a apologetic smile on his face, and pressed the call button on the intercom: "Who are you?" Where are you? "

The man on the walkie-talkie obviously did not expect that his desperate plea for help would actually receive a response, like grasping at a life-saving straw, he urgently and nervously said, "Is anyone there?" Is there really someone here? Please, come and save us. No, don't save me, please, save my son, he's only seven years old, he shouldn't die here so young...

Huan Chu was very dissatisfied that a man could be so verbose. He was about to reply when he found that the walkie-talkie in his hand had been snatched away by Chen Wenwen beside him. The queen, with a gentle expression on her face, said into the walkie-talkie, "Hello, can you please not be in a hurry for now?" Please tell us where you are first, so we can rescue you and your child. "

The man on the walkie-talkie naturally knew that what Chen Wenwen said was true. He calmed himself down and tried to slow down his pace and tone, saying, "We are in the pharmacy of the county hospital. There are too many monsters here, we can't break out, and we have run out of food. Please, please come and save us!" "

County hospital? The two of them were stunned, their Hummer H2 parked right in front of the county hospital's entrance.