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rebuilding in walking dead

The Walking Dead" has concluded, yet we long-time fans still have many lingering regrets. Enter Hu Sheng, the fortunate protagonist chosen to venture into this apocalyptic world and begin his own journey. Starting with nothing but his own two hands, he must scavenge for all resources. As the doomsday progresses, mutant zombies may appear, but they won't be excessively powerful, staying within the realm of what "The Walking Dead" fans are accustomed to. After all, endless human scheming and minor conflicts can get quite dull. PS: The protagonist has a balanced personality, being neither a saint nor a villain. He possesses some unique abilities, but his fighting skills remain within human limits. PS: The protagonist is a regular adult man, with love being just a side aspect of life, neither ambiguous nor celibate.

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Chapter 47 Outdoor Products Center

  Lyon was also a little shocked. The efficiency of the trap truck was faster than he expected.

  However, it soon turned out that such a trap was not invincible.

  After clearing out several rounds of zombies, problems arose with the motors in the two truck compartments, and the cleavers stopped working, greatly reducing the efficiency of the Black Ant Fleet.

  However, this problem was not too serious. After more than an hour of cleaning, the rear door of another truck could no longer open and close automatically. But by this time, most of the zombies outside the Wicks Outdoor Products Center had been cleared out, leaving only some insignificant remnants.

  Leon spat out the cigar butt in his mouth, snapped his fingers at his subordinates and Colonel William who was a little distracted, took out an assault rifle from his car, and prepared to carry out manual elimination.

  Faced with scattered zombies that could not form a large group, human firearms were still very useful. Those who came this time were all experts in using guns, clearing out the remnants along the way. Half an hour later, under the guidance of Kevera, everyone finally entered the Wicks Outdoor Products Center.

  As soon as he entered the store, the first thing that caught his eye was the various outdoor camping supplies. However, out of caution, Leon did not look for guns right away. Instead, he took his subordinates to conduct a danger check of the entire store.

  What surprised him was that there were not many zombies here, and almost all of them were dead. It was obvious that there must have been survivors who had entered here and cleaned it up.

  Kevila smiled and pointed to the window outside and said:

  "These glasses are also bulletproof and reinforced, so they are relatively strong. Maybe some survivors ran here and got trapped."

  "The apocalypse has begun for more than three months. This is a tool store. There is no water or food. The guys inside are either dying of thirst or starvation, or being eaten by zombies when trying to escape."

  Leon nodded, agreeing with her judgment, but still led the team to continue a comprehensive inspection.

  As expected, in a staff lounge, he found the bodies of five suicides. In desperation, they had stuffed pistols into their mouths and punched a big hole in the back of their heads.

  On the table beside them, there was a note that looked like a suicide note. Leon picked it up and took a look at it. It described their experiences after the disaster, as well as their longing and regret for their families.

  Since there have been living people here, there shouldn't be too much trouble. After a comprehensive inspection of the place, Lyon and his men can finally enter the zero-dollar shopping mode.

  Back to the gun area, looking at the countless guns on the walls, in the cabinets, and on the shelves, Leon felt happy. He put his hands in his pockets, a cigar in his mouth, and Colonel William and Kevera followed on his left and right.

  Both of them can be considered as firearms experts, one is a former military man, and the other is a rich second-generation who is fond of firearms. Faced with so many different kinds of firearms, they also became interested and began to introduce the origins, models, shortcomings and advantages of each firearm.

  Blah blah blah blah.

  Leon lost interest after listening to more than a dozen types. To him, a gun is just a tool. As long as it can be fired fast enough, powerful enough, and accurate enough, it is a good gun.

  So, he turned his attention to the crossbow area next to him. There were also a lot of products here, including compound bows, tension bows, longbows, shortbows, seven or eight types, as well as crossbows, compound crossbows, rapid-fire crossbows, and more than a dozen other types of crossbows, which made Lyon excited.

  Kevila also liked these things. She took Leon to try each type of crossbow a few times and evaluated the advantages and disadvantages of each type of crossbow.

  This gave Leon an idea that he could form an archer troop using bows and crossbows, just like Crossbow Man in the plot. The biggest advantage is saving ammunition and covert operations.

  With the help of his crossbow, Brother Nu has been roaming the apocalypse for more than ten years. He doesn't have to worry about ammunition and he can always kill the enemy unexpectedly. It is a good weapon.

  Soon, by the time the truck driver and the 20-plus soldiers began to move the guns box by box, the journey had come to an end. It took more than 30 people five hours to sort and move all the goodies from the outdoor goods center.

  Lyon took a rough inventory and found that there were a lot of guns here, including fully automatic weapons, assault rifles, more than 1,000 in total, and semi-automatic rifles, double-barreled shotguns, the most common long guns in American families, with nearly 2,000.

  Moreover, what made Leon feel more comfortable was that they also collected more than 100 sniper rifles of various models, which were particularly useful in killing looters and fighting against living people.

  As for less powerful pistols, there are more than 6,000 pistols of various models here.

  In addition, Lyon's convoy also obtained hundreds of bows and crossbows, hundreds of machetes, field knives, daggers, more than a dozen sets of army combat uniforms, and even more than 20 sets of thermal imaging night vision goggles.

  The variety of items inside was so great that even Colonel William was surprised.

  The ammunition problem that Leon is most concerned about has also been well solved here. After all, guns can be used for more than ten or twenty years, but every bullet is used up.

  In total, they collected 400,000 rifle bullets, 300,000 pistol bullets, and more than 10,000 arrows of various types from the warehouse.

  The only thing that makes Lyon feel a little regretful is that gun stores in America are only allowed to sell light weapons.

  Otherwise, it would be great if he could find some good stuff like bazookas, RPGs, grenades, landmines, howitzers, etc. here.

  We were busy until dusk when all the treasures were moved.

  Lyon did not delay and immediately ordered to start his journey home. He did not want to drive in the dark, so he gave the driving seat to the still energetic Kevila. He squinted his eyes and leaned back on the leather seat to take a nap.

  There was no conversation along the way until it was completely dark, when the convoy finally entered the range of the Umbrella Base. Looking at the lights on in the base, Leon was a little dazed. This was almost the only light for humans under the starry sky in this area.

  After entering the base, Leon handed over the task of handling the spoils to the internal affairs personnel. He waved to his subordinates who had worked hard all day and said:

  "Everyone has performed very well today. Everyone will be rewarded with 1,500 contribution points. Go home and take a shower. I will treat you to dinner tonight. Please feel free to eat as much as you like."

  The soldiers gave a cheer of joy and shouted:

  "The boss is generous!"

  "Long live the boss!"

  "Boss, I love you!"

  Leon responded to everyone's cheers with a smile, and turned to Kevila beside him and said:

  "You have done a great job this time. I will forgive your debt of 5,000 contribution points. You still owe me 50,000 points."

  The girl rolled her eyes and said:

  "Even if I had been lying in bed for more than two months, I couldn't have spent so much, you black-hearted boss."

  Leon smiled nonchalantly.

  "I saved your life. It's very kind of me to only take a small amount from you, right?"

  Kevera hummed a few times, stretched out her beautiful legs, and left him with a beautiful back view.

  Leon squinted his eyes and admired it for a few seconds. When he saw Amy coming down from upstairs, he greeted her with a smile and gave the little assistant a hug and kiss.

  Although he didn't do much work during the day, he still missed the docility and playfulness of Amy the kitten at night.

 

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