I made myself the protagonist

Ling Yun frowned and picked up the medical bag, which was the item that Shen Tinglan picked up first just now.

Although in the game settings, players as immune players do not have to worry about being infected by the virus; but after being injured by a zombie attack, if there is no props for timely treatment, once the health value is reduced to 0, the system will immediately determine death.

"There are still five minutes left. Everyone can find weapons that suit them based on their own conditions. Okay, there is not much time, so hurry up and act. If you need help, you can ask me."

Shen Tinglan pointed to the weapons displayed around the balcony and said to everyone.

In this game, players can choose from cold weapons to firearms.

In addition to weapons such as grenades and Molotov cocktails, the concrete rooftop in front of you has everything from pistols, assault rifles, submachine guns to shotguns.

Ling Yun stared at the weapons on the ground in a daze. When he realized that he was cannon fodder, he even wanted to kill himself with a gun, or jump off the rooftop and finish it off.

However, when he thought of the bloody scene of his head being blown apart by a bullet or falling to pieces, his mouth and tongue suddenly became dry and goosebumps appeared on his back.

Suicide also requires courage, but he does not have this courage. Now that he has traveled through time in the book, he now has to accept this reality.

In the midst of hesitation and entanglement, Ling Yun, who wanted to die but did not dare to die, sighed and decided to continue to be patient.

He walked to the weapon selection wall with his hands behind his back. After looking around, he did not choose those cool-looking guns and weapons that could cause great damage to zombies. Instead, he picked up a fire axe.

"Idiot, if you have a gun instead of holding it, choose a broken axe."

At this time, a middle-aged man in his early thirties with a long diagonal scar on his face happened to pass by.

He glanced at Ling Yun and picked up a Remington M870 leaning against the wall behind him.

The shooting range of a shotgun is generally about 100 meters. It is characterized by high firepower and wide killing area. It is an efficient weapon in close combat and can pose a great threat to groups of zombies.

"When the zombies rush over, just shoot them and make their heads explode!" the scarred man sneered.

"Yes, but it's no wonder. It's the first time for rookies like them to see a real gun. It's still a question whether they know how to use it." The person who spoke was a bald man. He had a burly figure and a fierce look in his eyes, just like Scar. The man seemed to know him.

The bald man kept picking up the guns on the ground and comparing them repeatedly, muttering to himself: "Damn, it would be great if I could take these guns back..." As he spoke, he glanced at Ling Yun from the corner of his eye.

Seemingly apprehensive, the scarred man and the bald man looked at each other without saying anything more.

Ling Yun looked thoughtfully at the two people leaving. At this moment, someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

"Hey, brother, what those two eldest brothers said makes sense."

The red-haired young man who had been chatting with him earlier moved closer to Ling Yun. Probably because he saw that the other person had similar aesthetics to him, the red-haired man felt particularly friendly from the first moment he saw Ling Yun.

However, Hongmao didn't know that Ling Yun didn't want to engage in a combination of washing, cutting and blowing with him.

With his current behavior, Ling Yun was also speechless: Forget about being a handsome male protagonist, at least he should have a more normal role, right?

Now the character he travels through time is a gangster with dazzling blond hair and pierced ears who looks unlearned and unskilled. Such a person is often a standard cannon fodder in Infinite Flow scripts.

However, when Ling Yun saw an old Mediterranean man in his sixties tremblingly passing by him, he felt a little lucky.

Okay, although the owner of this body is not as handsome as Shen Tinglan, his facial features are pretty good. In addition, he is a speedster and likes extreme sports, and he usually does a lot of exercise.

At least this body and these strong abdominal muscles are much stronger than the weak and fat person I am in reality.

Under Hong Mao's surprised gaze, Ling Yun first pinched his arm, and then touched it from top to bottom along his lower abdomen and chest, his expression looking full of relief.

"Ahem, bro, do you want a gun?"

Hong Mao raised the two AK47s in his hands and handed one of them to Ling Yun: "I have used this gun in the game. Although it is not as powerful as theirs, it has a long range and can fire continuously. It can I defeated a lot of zombies. I can give you some, this thing is very popular!"

"No, thank you."

Ling Yun weighed the ax in his hand and swung it twice. He felt that it felt pretty good. He also had his own considerations in choosing this weapon.

"Brother, don't give up on yourself!"

Hong Mao recalled the scene where he saw Ling Yun slap him in the face just now, and coupled with the other party's series of weird actions, he thought that he had been greatly stimulated and had some mental problems.

Ling Yun raised his eyes and looked at the other party.

Originally, he didn't want to talk nonsense to this non-mainstream person. In his impression, there was no such number one figure as the red-haired young man in the protagonist group. It was obvious that the red-haired young man, like himself, was a cannon fodder who would be quick to make ends meet.

However, it seemed that Hong Mao had a good heart. In such a crisis situation, he actually took the initiative to distribute the precious firearms to other strangers. In response to this goodwill, Ling Yun still endured and explained to him:

"Indeed, the power of AK is pretty good among rifles. But its accuracy is extremely poor. Even if you stand still, you can see a big gap in the center of the aim. Moreover, when AK fires continuously, The recoil is so strong that it can even be said to be a slap in the face. This is not a game, and it is your first time using a gun. Are you really sure you can kill zombies?"

"Ah? What you said seems to make sense..."

The red-haired young man suddenly understood and pointed at the backs of the two men just now and said, "Should we remind those two uncles?"

"Just take care of yourself. They don't need your help." Ling Yun glanced at the bald man and the scarred man not far away, and swallowed what he wanted to say.

As if they sensed someone pointing behind them, the two men frowned and glared viciously at Ling Yun and the red-haired young man. The latter shrank his neck, gave them a compensatory smile, and did not dare to say anything else.

The red-haired young man looked at the ax in Ling Yun's hand, reluctantly grabbed the two guns in his hand, and asked: "But can this thing really blow the zombie's head off?"

Although there are many types of weapons on the rooftop, the number of guns is limited.

In ordinary people's perception, compared to cold weapons such as axes and long knives, guns are the most beneficial weapon against zombies. Therefore, after Shen Tinglan finished speaking, many people began to grab guns and ammunition.

"The clothes we wear greatly strengthen our physical fitness and increase our defensive capabilities; with its blessing, the damage of these melee weapons is not much worse than firearms; as ordinary people with no fighting skills, cold weapons are the most effective Good choice. Best of all, they won't run out of bullets while firing."

After Ling Yun finished speaking, he glanced at Hong Mao, who was still struggling: "Anyway, I'm just making a suggestion. As for what you choose, it has nothing to do with me."

While the two were communicating, in the crowd not far away, a young girl with dyed brown curly hair suddenly broke down and cried: "I can't stand it anymore, I want to leave this hellish place!"

"Crazy, I don't have the time to waste time here! I don't believe I'm dead, someone must be playing tricks on us!" Another middle-aged man with a rough voice cursed a few curse words and stood up from the line. come out.

In addition to this man and woman, there was an old man and a middle-aged couple also gathered together.

Instead of choosing weapons according to Shen Tinglan's instructions, these five people gathered around the locked door on the rooftop, intending to force the locked door open.

But the strange thing is that no matter how the middle-aged man uses weapons to destroy it, he can't cause any damage to the door.

"You guys should wake up. Making such a big noise may attract zombies!" Shen Tinglan saw this and hurriedly chased after him.

Just when Ling Yun was about to step forward to stop them, Ark's voice suddenly sounded in the air.

[After the countdown ends, the mission will officially begin]

【10,9,8,7...】

"Click"

As the countdown ended, the door suddenly made a sound, and then the door bolt automatically opened. After the door opened, what appeared in front of everyone was a dark and quiet staircase.

At this juncture, the woman who was crying to leave suddenly did not dare to say anything.

She hesitated and glanced at the middle-aged man next to her, and found that the other man also swallowed, and took a few steps back in fear.

"Go pick up a weapon and get ready to go."

Shen Tinglan lowered his voice and said to the five people: "Of course, I don't have any objection if you insist on staying. After we leave, you can lock the rooftop. It is safe for the time being, but if there is no water, With food, you will eventually die."