Travel to the game store

The bullets fired from the famous Smith & Wesson M500 revolver, which is known as the most powerful pistol in the world, blew the zombie's head into pieces like a balloon. The huge kinetic energy also threw the rest of the body out and hit other people who were rushing towards it.

On the zombies.￥f.￥f After five shots, the zombies fell down like bowling balls.

Qi Feng ejected the drum drum, raised his right hand, and let the five cartridge cases slide out of the magazine slot. He picked up the quick loader on the counter with his left hand and loaded the bullets. He raised his hand and fired five rounds again... At this time

The bullet casing just hit the ground...

The dozens of zombies that rushed into the store were all killed in a few seconds. Qi Feng blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, put the gun down, and dug out his ear holes with his hand: "...It's quite enjoyable.

It’s just that the movement is too loud… As expected, high technology is more humane…”

The uncle who owned the gun store was petrified behind the counter.

What just happened? He was initially frightened by the influx of zombies and was stunned for two seconds. Then he saw the young man in front of him pull out his gun, and a burst of rapid fire knocked all the zombies down.

Ground gourd. But... isn't the one in his hand an m500? A revolver with five rounds of ammunition and more than a dozen bullets. This young man just fired the rhythm of an assault rifle... He was only in the west of Eastwood.

I have seen this kind of shooting speed in movies, this is not the filming of "Red Dead Redemption"!

Not to mention that this one is an M500! It’s true that this gun is powerful, but it is definitely not an easy-to-use gun. Ordinary people may have been injured by the shock before picking up a drum.

Why did he give this gun away without hesitation despite the shortage of guns and ammunition in the store? The reason why the gun store owner had no intention of using it! Most Americans buy it not for collection, but to go out and shoot.

There are some huge prey such as bears or elk. But there are no such hunting grounds around Raccoon City, so this gun has been on display in the store for almost a year or two.

It took the boss a long time to recover from his sluggish state. He looked at Qi Feng with a little awe in his eyes, but he also felt a little hope in his heart that he was obviously a very powerful professional. If he followed this person closely, his chances of saving his life would definitely be greatly improved.

The gun shop owner looked at Qi Feng again and asked tentatively: "...Uh, this...sir, are you... a SEAL? Delta? CIA? Or British M6?"

Qi Feng was amused by his uncle: "Well... you can think of me as a temporary contract mercenary of some non-governmental armed force, um... that's pretty much it."

The uncle scratched his head. He didn't quite understand, but it didn't matter. "What should we do now? The burst of gunfire just now seems to have attracted the attention of those 'things'..." Without the barrier of the window, the shop owner felt a sudden

Insecure, he shrank his head behind the counter. It was strange. In fact, the thin layer of glass did not bring him any defensive help. But the feeling was completely different.

Qi Feng touched his chin and frowned... Why hasn't the protagonist appeared yet? "We'd better... wait a little longer..."

The shopkeeper asked suspiciously: "What are we waiting for?"

Qi Feng shrugged his shoulders and said easily: "There is no place to go out. The entire Raccoon City has been blocked, and the roads are full of zombies. It is impossible to get out... Besides, the nuclear strike will start before dawn, even if we let it go now.

Even if you run, you may not be able to escape the scope of a nuclear explosion..."

Qi Feng said it softly and skillfully, as if he was stating that it will rain tomorrow morning. But the shopkeeper's face turned pale when he heard this: "... Impossible! Nuclear bomb? There are hundreds of thousands of citizens here! Who dares to do this? We are the United States.

The government will not sit idly by and ignore it!”

Qi Feng spread his hands and muttered: "Maybe there were hundreds of thousands of citizens this morning, but now it is estimated that not even a fraction is left. There are just a lot of zombies. It is normal for the government to use nuclear bombs to eliminate the threat of the spread of biohazards.

It’s a matter of fact. Haven’t you heard of Britain’s Coventry Plan during World War II? What if hundreds of thousands of people died for the sake of the national interest?”

"Coventry? I don't know!" the shopkeeper said angrily: "I only know that I voted for Mr. President!"

"Haha..." Qi Feng stood up and patted the uncle on the shoulder: "There has never been a savior, and we don't rely on God or the president... You have to rely on yourself as a human being. Your vote can't save you, but your gun is still useful.

Thank you for the Second Amendment to the Constitution. Otherwise, you would now have to defend yourself with a baseball bat and a kitchen knife."

The shopkeeper is indeed a businessman. He reacted very quickly. He looked at Qi Feng and suddenly rolled his eyes: "You must have something to do, right? I see that you are not worried at all..."

Qi Feng did not scare him, and nodded: "Yes, I still have some life-saving methods under the box, but I don't want to use them for the time being. If it really doesn't work, it's okay to take you to escape." Although Qi Feng is not a holy mother,

White Lotus, but I don't like to ignore death. It's not a big deal to drag someone to another world or the main plane.

Just when Qi Feng made up his mind to sit here and wait for the protagonist to come to his door, another large wave of zombies came to his door. Obviously, the huge gunshots of the m500 can travel very far.

"Oh my god! There are at least dozens of them!" The shop owner hid behind the counter and used MP5 to scan the entire shuttle. He only knocked down a few zombies and they were getting up again.

Qi Feng raised his hand and fired one shot at a time, all of which were headshots. His current hand-eye control was beyond the scope of human beings, and the firearms skills that Gallas taught him were not only applicable to mass effect weapons... He is now

It feels like playing "House of the Dead" in an arcade.

"Pay attention to the headshot. Only headshots are useful. Hitting their bodies is a waste of bullets..." Qi Feng was blasting the zombies at the front one by one, while still having extra energy to discuss with the shop owner master the techniques of killing zombies.

The shopkeeper grinned, his face a little distorted by the high degree of nervousness, and covered with beads of sweat: "! I know! But I'm just a gun shop owner... and you 007 and Mission: Impossible are not the same species!" Look!

It can be concluded that this uncle is still a little confident because Qi Feng promised to help him escape just now. At least, he can still joke.

Suddenly, there was a heartbreaking creaking sound from the store door. Before Qi Feng and the store owner could react, another wave of zombies actually broke through the wooden door of the store and poured in from the other side. Qi Feng stretched out his hand

When I fished it out, I found that all the .50 bullets on the counter had been shot.

"Trouble!" Qi Feng casually threw the empty drum m500 as a brick, smashing the heads of two zombies. He grabbed it from the inventory and pulled out the Golden Boy Sword that had not been used for a long time.

Zombies are really too basic monsters, and using mass effect weapons for them is simply overkill, and I don't want to just waste heat dissipation clips. After all, these guys have almost endless supplies.

A three-foot-long Golden Boy Sword was as light as a stick in Qi Feng's hand. Although he had never practiced swordsmanship at all, the speed alone was enough, not to mention the opponent's reaction was even faster than that of ordinary people.

A dull zombie? After a while of chopping melons and vegetables, the dozens of zombies that came in from both sides all had their foreheads pierced with a sword, and they were lying on the ground. Qi Feng didn't like to show off, but it was easy to get splashed all over him if he chopped and killed indiscriminately.

It's too disgusting. Even so, after Qi Feng was done, he still took out two cleansing charms and slapped them hard on his body. Even the sword was purified twice. The bloody smell would be uncomfortable. If the T virus was accidentally

Taking it out would be a disaster.

The owner of the gun shop was petrified for a little longer than before... and then there was a burst of ecstasy... With such a teammate, his life was probably saved! Just when he wanted to say something, he suddenly felt something ashes on his head.

It fell, and then there was a sudden crash and vibration... In the astonished eyes of the shop owner and Qi Feng, the front half of the shop... collapsed...

The shopkeeper's face twitched for a while, this was his shop! But he immediately turned a corner and saw that Raccoon City was about to be annihilated. Is there any use for his shop? So he breathed a sigh of relief, but found that

Qi Feng's face was even uglier than his own.

Qi Feng stared at the collapsed shop, and countless mythical beasts roared past in his heart: "...This! No way!..." (To be continued 1qd0202)

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