Longqishan shooting range.

According to Qian Xu, the predecessor of this shooting range was a bandit village during the War of Liberation. Later it was occupied by the army and became a training center. In the 1970s, this place was abandoned for a long time. In the early 1990s, it was taken over by the family of a powerful military officer and opened a shooting range.

"If you want to do this kind of business, you must have some connections with the army."

With that said, Qian Xu jumped out of the car, walked over and opened the half-open door.

Maybe someone has been here, or maybe the biohazard has been out for too long. At this moment, it was empty inside, with not a single zombie in sight.

"It's really secluded here."

Lin Chen stood outside the door and looked inside, then looked back at the way he came from, and couldn't help but sigh. If you are not familiar with this place, it will not be easy to get there.

Qian Xu knelt down and took a closer look, and found that the cement floor was covered with a layer of dust. There were no footprints or ruts nearby. I thought no one had been here recently, which made me feel reassured. He turned around and said with a smile: "Of course! Do you think this is an ice skating rink? Of course you have to choose an inaccessible place. If you accidentally injure someone, you will definitely have to pay for it. Besides, this kind of business should not be too public."

"good."

Lin Chen thought about the same truth. After all, some things can be done secretly, but it is difficult to expose them on the table.

"Come, follow me, let's go to the ammunition depot."

Qian Xu touched the Nine-Five Styles on his body lovingly, and couldn't help but lead the way with great interest.

To be honest, the Longqishan shooting range is a bit crude. Compared to the decorations Lin Chen saw at the New Garden Club, the decorations here were scum. Apart from a decent three-story guest house, there was only a shooting range and ammunition depot built on a hill. Considering that people came here just to shoot, Lin Chen was relieved.

"Tell me, how many bullets are left here?"

Seeing Qian Xu walking into the ammunition depot with ease, Shi Xuanxuan, who was following Lin Chen, couldn't help but ask.

Qian Xu looked at the electronic alarm bells and monitors everywhere, and guessed: "Who knows? I estimate that the guards here may have taken some away when the biological crisis broke out, but there will definitely be a lot left. Don't worry. , ranging from a few thousand to tens of thousands, unless someone really came to loot the place just a few days after the zombies appeared."

"arrive."

Qian Xu stood in front of a closed door, the smile on his face getting wider and wider. Since the door is intact, the gun and bullets inside are basically safe.

If it were placed before the end of the world, there would be procedures to go in to get a gun and bullets. The consequence of forcing the door open is to set off an alarm bell, and then armed guards arrive to do all kinds of humane destruction. It is said that the people standing guard here are all retired soldiers, and no one is easy to mess with. But now, it’s not just for them to do whatever they want here!

"Any more cherry bombs?"

Qian Xu had seen the power of Lin Chen's bomb and was very confident in it. Although this door was not an ordinary security door, it was still not as good as the special ones from large arsenals.

"Just enough for one."

Lin Chen understood what he meant, took a few steps back and summoned a cherry bomb.

The next second, a huge explosion sounded, and then the door blocking the three people was blown to pieces. Qian Xu laughed and rushed in proudly. Immediately afterwards, Lin Chen heard his cheers, his voice full of joy and excitement.

"It's done, Lin Chen, let's do it!"

Qian Xu's words made Lin Chen's heart heat up. He didn't care that the choking smoke had not dissipated, and rushed in in a flash.

What appeared in front of him were two neat rows of gun racks, with four or five guns scattered on them. It didn't take much to think that the rest had been taken away by the original owner. But this is not what Lin Chen cares about. What he cares about most is the seven or eight large suitcases and bullet boxes painted in military green!

"The 95-year-old plastic steel bullet box has a total weight of 20KG and 1,500 rounds of actual ammunition."

Qian Xu rushed forward with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes. He rubbed it back and forth, and then opened the lock on the outside of the bullet box.

"Crack."

The bullet box opened in response, revealing many neatly packed yellow bullets inside. It is difficult for people who have never seen it with their own eyes to imagine the strange beauty of thousands of bullets lined up together. Lin Chen stepped forward and took a handful. He seemed to smell the cold metallic smell and the slightly pungent smell of gunpowder in the air.

"There is also a box of ammunition from the Bayi Ban, which is great! Oh, there is actually a box of machine gun ammunition for the squad light machine gun, but it's a pity that there is no gun!"

Qian Xu's screams of surprise echoed in the ammunition depot, looking like a big child who got his favorite toy.

"     So many bullets, these are all ours!"

Qian Xu's joy and excitement infected Lin Chen and Shi Xuanxuan. The three of them all knew that these things are the most solid guarantee of survival in the apocalypse!

"Is this a Type 81 rifle?"

After looking at the bullet boxes one by one, Lin Chen came to the gun rack and randomly picked up a rifle that was different from Qian Xu's. He tried pulling the bolt and heard a low, crisp click. Although the gun looks a little worn on the outside, it's generally in good condition.

"Yes, but it has been gradually phased out now. We are used to calling it the Bayi Bar. Even though it is an old model, many domestic military fans still like it very much and even think it is more classic than the Type 95." Qian Xu dismissed it. He glanced at it, then answered without looking up, while continuing to count the bullets.

Lin Chen raised the gun and compared it, and asked doubtfully: "Why?"

Qian Xu shrugged and said: "After all, the Type 81 rifle has been tested in actual combat, has stable performance, and has a high overall score. Although my Type 95 rifle has better design parameters, it has never been on the battlefield. Also Some people think that the design of the 95-style handle is a failure, but in fact, everyone has their own preferences.”

"That's it. Then I'll use it. Didn't you say there are bullets from the Bayi Gun here?"

"Okay, there are eight boxes of bullets in total. Four of them are for the Type 95 rifle, totaling 6,000 rounds. There are also a few scattered magazines, but not many. I guess those loose ones have been taken away. Most of the bullets handled by other troops have also been taken away. But fortunately, you also have three boxes of Bayi bars, which are enough for shooting.

"In other words, almost 10,000 rounds of ammunition?"

This number made Lin Chen very excited. Compared with the previous one or two hundred rounds, ten thousand rounds of ammunition were indeed enough for them to use for a period of time. Even the design life of the barrel of the Type 95 rifle does not exceed 10,000 rounds. These bullets can damage a gun...

"I expected to get more."

Qian Xu was still a little greedy. He turned over the ammunition depot, as if he wanted to find more bullets.

Lin Chen gave him a roll of his eyes and said, "This is just a shooting range. Even if it has something to do with the army, it's impossible to release hundreds of thousands of bullets at every turn."

"That's true. The question is, who would think there are too many bullets..." After muttering a few words, Qian Xu finally gave up unwillingly when no more bullets were found. He angrily moved the seven ammunition boxes to the car one by one, which took a lot of effort. The total weight of these ammunition boxes was roughly the weight of two adults, and the car, which was already filled with food and other daily necessities, was suddenly weighed down.

"Xuanxuan, don't leave your gun behind."

Lin Chen put away the Type 92 pistol, and then hung the Bayi Bar strap on his body, giving him a somewhat rugged aura. It looks a lot like Uncle Ling back then.

"There are two eighty-one bars, one ninety-five style, and one I don't know what it is."

Shi Xuanxuan obediently picked up the scattered guns on the gun rack. She and Lin Chen both chose the Bayi Bar. This is not to say that the two of them are nostalgic, but that she understands that Qian Xu has good marksmanship, so the Type 95 rifle ammunition is given to him first. As for her and Lin Chen, sharing three boxes is enough. After all, Lin Chen still has special powers.

After loading the bullets, Qian Xu took a few breaths, took the gun from Shi Xuanxuan, played with it twice, and said with a bit of regret: "The butt of the Type 85 submachine gun is foldable. Unfortunately, the bullets are not universal. It’s all in vain.”

"It doesn't matter."

Lin Chen was already 12% satisfied with today's harvest.

With three people, four automatic rifles, and tens of thousands of bullets, they can fight all over the world without fear!

Shi Xuanxuan also hung up her rifle, her face a little brighter, probably because she felt that she could play a greater role. Although you could cook, drive, etc. in the past, these abilities are not the most important in the apocalypse. The key is whether you can kill zombies. She understands this, so she doesn't want to be a protected vase.

"By the way, while you have bullets, I suggest you two train here for a while. You must know that rifles are different from pistols. The recoil is larger and the range is longer. If you don't use it well, it is a complete waste of ammunition. Anyway, here It’s also very safe. Why don’t you let me guide you? This can be regarded as a skill for chopping firewood.”

Qian Xu's words were a small splash of cold water, allowing the two of them to calm down from their new gains. But I have to say that Qian Xu's words are very reasonable. Lin Chen didn't think he could do the Nine-Five Style without missing a beat in his hands. Even if he had the ability to improve his perception, he wouldn't be able to become a master just by touching a gun.

It is still necessary to have this expert guide you on marksmanship.

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