Global Catastrophe: Pick A Gun Girl As A Bodyguard At The Beginning!

Chapter 17 Solution!

"Are we really Ula?"

In the alley, Gu Zhe looked at the confident UMP45 and asked in disbelief.

At this point, he still couldn't believe it.

UMP45 is a German gun and AK47 is a Russian gun. The two have historical origins.

So, isn’t this really ironic?

Gu Zhe was confused.

But UMP45 quickly gave a definite answer.

"Uh-huh, we are so awesome!"

"Great!"

Under Gu Zhe's puzzled expression, AK47, who heard UMP45's words, performed a French military salute and cheered.

"It's forbidden!"

Gu Zhe turned around and glared at AK47, then he turned to look at UMP45.

After a brief daze, Gu Zhe also came back to his senses:

"Your ura should be different from the AK47's ura, right?"

Gu Zhe's question was answered in the affirmative.

"As expected of a commander!"

UMP45 raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"Of course this is not a brainless Ula. Commander, have you forgotten the Molotov cocktails we brought?"

"Molotov cocktail?"

Gu Zhe frowned in confusion. Where do they have Molotov cocktails?

The so-called Molotov cocktail is nothing more than the alcohol that AK47 brought in the name of Molotov cocktail.

It just so happens that AK47 has the hidden skill of drinking and having sex, and there is a legitimate reason, so Gu Zhe is the only one to do it.

Thinking of this, Gu Zhe's eyes met UMP45.

I saw UMP45's eyebrows and eyes curled up as he smiled like a fox who had successfully stolen something.

Gu Zhe's heart moved and he turned to look at the AK47.

At this time, AK47's fair face was full of confusion.

What's going on? Isn't it Ulla? Why did the topic return to my wine?

Masaka! ! !

Under the malicious gaze of UMP45 Yu Gu Zhe, AK47's brain, which had not turned around for a long time, suddenly had an idea.

Thinking of the speculation in her mind, she hurriedly took out the Molotov cocktail from the bag beside her, pulled out the cloth on the mouth of the bottle and tried to pour it into her mouth.

but……

"Bring it to you!"

Gu Zhi snatched the wine bottle from AK47's hand.

Under Gu Zhe's powerful oppression in the name of commander, AK47 could only let go in tears.

She watched helplessly as her beloved vodka was snatched away by Gu Zhe.

One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four bottles...eight bottles!

A total of eight Molotov cocktails were held by Gu Zhe and stuffed into the arms of UMP45. He waved his hand boldly:

"Use it as you like, no need to leave it for me!"

"Hehe, you're welcome then!"

UMP45 received the Molotov cocktail with a smile on his face.

However, AK47 is not so happy.

"Commander, past experience tells us that where there is oppression, there is resistance!"

"Your behavior is immoral. There is a place for you in Siberia! Your name is on the list!"

Looking at Gu Zhe, AK47 looked like a bullied little daughter-in-law and said resentfully.

Her resentment was visible to the naked eye, and even her bright blond hair seemed to dim.

Looking at the AK47 like this, Gu Zhe was so angry and funny that he decisively struck it with a knife:

"Zaipi, believe it or not, I will summon the political commissar next!"

The political commissar, the Mosin-Nagant rifle in question, is a very nice blond sister.

As for character...

emmm…

Just look at the nickname of this political commissar.

Hearing the word "political commissar", AK47's neck suddenly shrank and became as quiet as a quail.

She didn't dare to look at Gu Zhe anymore, she could only look at the wine bottle in UMP45's arms reluctantly, and cried:

"Save your money and leave some QAQ for me!"

"Okay AK47, no problem AK47, I will definitely save some for you!"

UMP45 patted the barren chest and assured without changing his expression.

Save some money.

That’s weird!

Taking the wine away from AK47 was something UMP45 had planned for a long time.

After learning from Gu Zhe that AK47 can drink alcohol to explode, UMP45 has been thinking about this.

Because, she also learned from Gu Zhe that the sequelae of the AK47’s explosive seeding have not been resolved.

It's normal now, but if you try this hard twice in a short period of time, it will be very dangerous.

So this is what Gu Zhe wanted, but UMP45 just did it directly.

In fact, UMP45 does need these incendiary bottles.

In Gu Zhe's secretive thumb, UMP45 began to tell his plan.

"The zombies on both sides of the police station door are indeed very difficult to deal with. We can't defeat them, but we can avoid them."

"I plan to use Molotov cocktails to create two flame blockades to block the sight and routes of the infected with flames and thick smoke."

"Then, let's quickly pass through the middle!"

"like this!"

UMP45 squatted down and drew neatly on the ground.

After drawing the schematic, pointing to a few points on the schematic, UMP45 smiled slyly.

Under AK47's puzzled gaze, she handed the Molotov cocktail back to AK47.

"And the candidate for this thrower is you!"

"What!!?"

Under the UMP45's sly smile, the AK47 looked ashen.

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