Apocalyptic Wasteland: Set Up Survival Traps At The Beginning

There is no need for Zinger, as the boss, to say anything.

The other two people have already pointed their cold guns at Fang Chen.

"Boy, please be honest, otherwise I will throw you out to feed the zombies!"

Feed zombies?

Just those kids?

I'm afraid you don't want someone's teeth to be chipped.

"Qin Jue, do you want them to die?"

Ignoring the two of them, Fang Chen looked at Qin Jue, who was being carried by Xinkel.

"Looking at... and thinking..."

After recovering slightly, Qin Jue reacted subconsciously.

But this caused Singer to kick him again.

Kicked it aside.

"I miss you so much, bah!"

After saying a few words, Zinger pointed his gun at Fang Chen.

"Are you really not afraid of death? Okay, then I'll make it happen for you!"

With his pistol raised, Zinger didn't care what kind of bait or not.

Ten of his men died, which made him quite angry!

boom! ...

Trigger pulled.

The cold muzzle suddenly flashed with fire.

According to scientific records, the bullet exit speed of a pistol is 200-450 meters/second.

Within 50 meters, it can penetrate 30 to 68 mm wooden boards.

When it comes to people, multiple small holes are inevitable.

Fang Chen knows this very well.

After all, as a hunter, no one knows firearms better than him.

But he's not a plank!

The eyes follow the bullet.

A speed of up to 16 points gives him more than just speed.

Reaction, action, movement, and even visual capture!

boom! ...

Quick eyes and quick hands.

Stretching out his hand, like catching a mosquito, Fang Chen grasped it tightly!

Well...

This scene not only confused the three of Zinger.

The mother and daughter holding Qin Jue on the side were even more stunned.

What is he doing?

Catching bullets?

"Haha, boss, isn't this guy a fool?"

"I think it's better to keep him, what can such a fool do... uh..."

Boom~~

Boom~~

Watch Fang Chen spread his hands and let the bullets fall to the ground.

The smiles on their faces suddenly froze.

I am not wrong, right?

Those are bullets, they can kill people!

"Any more? More..."

Eh?

Hearing Fang Chen's words, Zinger's face twitched.

But the next second a crazy look spread on his face.

boom!

boom!

boom! ...

The trigger kept pulling.

Bullets flew out one after another.

He didn't know if Fang Chen had caught him, but he only saw that his hands turned into afterimages and were almost invisible.

Until seven or eight bullets were thrown to the ground again.

Hiss~~~

Taking a few steps back and holding the pistol, Singer's eyes were in disbelief.

There are actually people in this world who can catch bullets with bare hands!

"Do you think people like you can be afraid?"

Fang Chen smiled, but his face turned cold the next second.

He admitted that he was not a good person either.

After all, not long ago he personally buried a city with a nuclear bomb.

But he still has a bottom line as a person.

Killing can only be done with a nod of the head.

The weak are food for the strong.

But as a strong man, he will never trample on the weak without any reason.

The weak have dignity no matter how weak they are, and the strong have faith no matter how strong they are.

Stretching out his hand, Fang Chen clenched his fist and raised it in front of the person nearby.

"Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zinger saw his men flying backwards.

The huge force caused it to break through the wall of the supermarket and fall outside.

The next second, another person ended his sinful life in the same way.

Look back.

Fang Chen, who was about ten meters away from him, also came to him at this time.

"Don't, don't kill me. I, I didn't do anything wrong. It's the end of the world. Why do I care about this? How about you be the boss? Let's...ah!"

Looking at his severely deformed left hand, Singer roared heartbreakingly.

Without any mercy, Fang Chen also removed his legs and other hand.

"No, he is yours..."

Picking up the knife on the ground, Fang Chen came to Qin Jue and handed it over.

Looking at Fang Chen, Qin Jue couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Grabbing the bullet in his hand, he easily hit the three of them as if they were balls.

He really doubted how he had the courage to put the gun in front of his head.

If this ancestor had been unhappy at that time, his fate would have been...

"I owe you a favor!"

Taking the knife from Fang Chen's hand, Qin Jue watched as Hinkel walked away with half his life left.

As for Fang Chen, he turned his head away.

What's so cool about killing people?

So bloody!

But these few in front of me...

Seeing Fang Chen looking at him, several women shrank back.

They didn't know what women's status was in the past, but now they are just a machine to vent their desires.

"Thank you!"

A few minutes later, Qin Jue, covered in blood, came to Fang Chen.

The great revenge was avenged, and now the whole person felt relaxed.

"My life is yours!"

"What do I want with your life?"

Looking at Qin Jue, Fang Chen smiled.

"You can make fish bait, do odd jobs, you can do anything, but... you have to protect my family!"

Come on.

Damn it, should you work for me or should I work for you?

"I don't want your life anymore. Take their guns and ammunition and find a safe place..."

After waving his hand, Fang Chen turned and left.

Again, he has no obligation to help anyone.

Even though this Qin Jue is really to his liking.

But forget about being a nanny or anything like that...

"Ding! God-level selection mission, complete option two, and get a permanent pass to the world of "World War Z"!"

Well..

Listening to the sudden voice in his mind, Fang Chen stopped in his tracks.

Mission...completed?

PS: There’s no text. My plot is going to continue with this apocalyptic world, so I need to find an agent. I don’t have to spend a few words to set up a character that the protagonist can identify with in all aspects. It would be very abrupt to suddenly find a random character. Yes.