Chapter 82

Send off black police officer Kenneth. Gray didn't hurry downstairs. It's still early. He plans to practice shooting with the zombie below.

"You don't hold the gun in the right position, which will affect your shooting accuracy. No matter how hard you practice, you can't be a sharpshooter." Five shots shot a zombie in the head, and a voice came from behind gray.

"Oh, can you teach me?" Gray is not embarrassed. If he doesn't understand, it's a traditional virtue he always adheres to.

Of course, he didn't think he was right. He shot well with a bow and arrow, but he really didn't have much experience with guns. At most, he knew how to aim and shoot, and he didn't understand anything else.

"Yes." Andre nodded. The reason why he settled down with a good wife is to brush Gray's favor. He hopes he can take care of his wife more. Naturally, he won't refuse his request at this time.

And he promised gray that he would be the boss in the future. The first thing the boss said can't be refused.

"You have to be like this... Like this, like this, like this." After Andre's attentive professor for half an hour, Gray's gun holding posture looked more standard.

"Try a shot?"

Gray nodded and aimed his pistol at a zombie in leather downstairs.

"Pa!"

The Zombie's ear was shot off in half.

"It seems that you have completely mastered it. Next, just keep practicing. If you practice more, your shooting skills will make great progress. I'll go and see Luta." Said Andre, turning and walking downstairs.

Gray aimed at the zombie again and shot again. After this correction, the bullet passed through the Zombie's head smoothly.

Next, grace didn't care about the consumption of bullets and kept practicing her shooting skills.

Gray has the foundation of intermediate archery. His technique is very stable and his eyes are very accurate. In addition, his physical quality is strong. The recoil force of the pistol is basically zero for him. After shooting dozens of bullets, he can basically kill a zombie with two or three shots within ten meters.

His shooting skills were finally recognized by the system and reached the entry level.

The entry-level shooting method, specifically, is that you can hit someone within ten meters, but you need to fine tune it once or twice to hit the specified position.

Dozens more shots were fired. When there were only more than 300 bullets left in the backpack, gray rubbed his wrist and went down to dinner.

"What a full day." Gray nodded secretly and looked at the people sitting everywhere. He looked at CJ. "It's not healthy to eat these things every day in the future. CJ, are there any vegetable seeds in the mall?"

"Boss, shopping malls sell clothes, furniture, electrical appliances, fitness equipment, drinks and other things, not seeds." CJ thought about it and replied that as the security leader of the mall, although he is not as familiar with the things here as the manager and warehouse keeper, he still knows whether there is anything.

"No?" Gray scratched his chin. It's hard to do. What's good about eating these things every day? Find a way.

"I'll find a way to deal with the seeds. From tomorrow on, you all go to the first floor to dig the soil and carry it to the roof. We have to make long-term plans for ourselves. Even if there is no rescue, we can live on our own." Gray looked at them and said seriously, "otherwise, we will eat the food in the mall sooner or later. At that time, we really have to wait to die."

"Don't worry, boss. We'll start digging tomorrow."

"Also, don't dig the fountain, and don't dig the water pipe under it. In the future, when the water runs out, we may want to live with this water."

"He is worthy of being the boss. He has great foresight and can always think of things we can't notice."

"I want to thank the boss for you. If there is no boss, we will be sad in the future."

"We are lucky to meet someone like the boss. The boss's words are my mission. I will do whatever the boss says. Whoever dares not listen to the boss's words, I will never spare him."

The remaining few people are too thin skinned and have too many words of gratitude in their hearts. They can only bow their heads to express their inner respect.

"Well, there are too many changes today, and you are all tired. Let's have a rest early. We'll talk about digging tomorrow." Gray said very considerate.

For him, today he just went to a strange world to play. The only time when he was in danger was when he just got dizzy, and the rest of the time was basically in the waves.

But for others, today is really thrilling, and they have lost a lot today. Most of their relatives and friends have become members of zombies. They have suffered a great physical and psychological blow and need to rest.

The others nodded to each other, and gray looked at CJ again. "You are familiar with the monitoring here. I hope you can arrange one person to be on duty, so that the zombies outside don't know when they came in. We don't know yet."

"Boss, it's impossible. As long as you don't use tools to smash, those zombies can't squeeze through the door even if they squeeze for a year." Barry said reluctantly.

The person on duty must choose among the three of them. CJ is their original head. Naturally, it can't be him. Then he and Terry can't always be done by one person for the time being. It must be that two people take turns every few days, so it's his turn. He doesn't want to do this hard job.

"What if they really run in? In the face of countless zombies, with your three small pistols, who can survive? You think I did it for myself? You say to yourself, "who of us is more sure to live in the face of zombies?" Gray said coldly.

Today's duty must be arranged, otherwise there will be no escape if the door is broken by a zombie one night.

Of course, there is no escape for these people, not including himself. At most, he lost a group of younger brothers and a simple base.

Therefore, he said it was for their good, not just talking, but really thinking about them.

"Of course, in a few days, you can take Andre and them and let them be familiar with the process and work together."

"Boss, we understand. Don't worry. I'll arrange it." CJ slapped Bart on the head and said with a flattering smile.

"I do this for everyone to live better. If you don't want to, I don't insist at all. Just don't blame me for not finding a way to live when I really can't live." Gray said displeased that helping others is not happy. He is not so cheap.

Gray said and left, leaving several people looking at each other. Michael said, "CJ, what Gray said is reasonable. I'll be on duty with you today."

"No, you must be tired today. Terry, you'll be on the night shift for five days, and then Bart will take over." CJ refused. He also knew that Michael might become a zombie and didn't want his people to be in danger.

"After you enter your resting place, you'd better lock the door. I saw the place you chose. Here's your key." CJ took out a bunch of keys and gave them some.

"Well, let's go and have a rest." With that, the security trio left first.

"Let's go, too." The remaining four returned to their chosen place.