Chapter 49

As Feng didn't realize that he had gone after Xiaoming, the latter ran for a while and then slowed down as soon as he saw that there was no one behind him. After a few seconds Xiaoming simply stops and turns to look at the distance. It happened that Feng could not see from afar that he had caught up with the young master of trace department. He thought that trace department would be killed by seconds. As a result, the two men did not fight at all.

Two minutes later, the two men actually walked back together. Young master trace waved his arms towards Xiaoming, as if he was signaling that he was OK.

Soon, the three of them went back to the street at the entrance of the gun shop, turned off the stereo, and told them the situation: "so After some experiments, I have basically mastered several main characteristics of these blood wolf zombies.

Although I've already mentioned some of the speech in the opening CG, I'd like to make a specific statement based on the actual situation.

First of all, they feel strongly uncomfortable with the smell of garlic, just like we do when we smell tear gas. The effect of raw garlic is average, but after chewing in the mouth, the halitosis is very effective

"Elder brother, I just wanted to ask, you are so bloody Not afraid of being infected? " Xiaoming looks at the blood and the two strings of red garlic on his chest.

Feng can't feel pointing at his face. His face is still clean: "be careful not to let the monster's body fluid splash into his eyes and mouth." He pointed to his clothes again and said, "as for these It seems exaggerated. In fact, it's not all the blood of monsters. When I just poured a pack of plasma into the bucket, I got a lot of blood on my body. " He then took out a full plastic bag from his luggage bag and put it on the ground. It was full of clean garlic: "these two strings on my body are the last defense line against biting, and the garlic used for eating naturally exists in the luggage bag. You also go to find a bag and divide some. If you chew garlic in your mouth when fighting, the monsters will be hard to resist. "

"Well I'll take one. A garlic can be divided into six or seven pieces to chew. If it's not enough, we can ask you to take it. " Xiaoming replied.

"I don't need it, thank you," replied the young master

"You don't seem to like garlic very much." "You know, garlic has the effect of turning stone into gold for noodles in clear soup," said Feng

"I don't know." They answered in unison.

"Ha..." Feng didn't realize that he was spitting out bad breath on their faces with a very obscene expression.

"We are not monsters! What are you doing! "

"Then, go on to say the characteristics of the corpse of the blood wolf."

"It's a little fast for you to change..."

"The sun will slow them down." Feng can't help but continue the Narration: "it's as slow as the magic girl's transformation. When she's finished Oh no, when it comes, I can recite both tongue twisters. "

"You're a little more involved..."

Feng unconsciously motioned to those corpses in the street with his eyes: "although beheading can make their bodies no longer move, their heads will continue to survive. According to my test, they can only be killed completely if their back brain is damaged or most of their brains are blasted with a gun. "

he said, and he took out a shotgun from his bag and looked at it with an appreciative gaze. "This Winchester, which is found in the gun shop, is a very good weapon. Even if it hits the head at a distance, it will also produce a big hole in other parts, much more awesome than a pistol."

"Yes, gun shop!" Young master trace opened his eyes and said, "I almost forgot. I'll go and search the equipment first!"

He greeted Feng unconsciously and rushed into the gun shop with Xiaoming. These two players are badly short of equipment. Up to now, they have never seen any excellent equipment. For them, it's a big breakthrough to upgrade the cold weapons into weapons. It's hard for anyone else to imagine that Feng can't feel that he has four excellent equipment at such a low level, one of which can't be put on his bag for the time being.

Young master and Xiaoming ran into the gun shop, but they saw a mess. The brackets on the wall were basically empty. There were many scattered gun parts on the cabinet and the ground. A door behind the counter was also ransacked.

Feng didn't realize that he walked in behind them and still said in his calm voice: "from the perspective of settings, after the virus broke out in the city, gun shops will be emptied. In terms of game difficulty, it seems that we should not be given too many choices in terms of weapons. "

As if he didn't even hear the words, young master trace was excitedly picking up two pistols on the ground and putting them into the bag. He then picked up a TMP and said with a smile, "this is the next shot."

Xiaoming throws a baseball bat and the rusty iron tube out of his suitcase, picks up two pistols and puts them away. Then he carries a UMP45 submachine gun on his arm. The expression on his face can only be said to be happy

When the two men got a few ordinary quality firearms, they felt that the poor suddenly became rich. To be honest, it was a bit shabby. Compared with those real professional players, Bingdi, who can only be said to be non mainstream pseudo professional players, has a very amateur mentality and level.

Under the imperceptible reminder, the two men thought of a very important thing. They awkwardly took out the pistol which had been put into their luggage, looked at the caliber, found the right bullet and picked up some

When the three returned to the street, four or five blood wolf zombies were attracted here. Feng unconsciously suggested that they use these monsters as live targets to practice shooting and get familiar with firearms. The two men were in a hurry for a long time to understand the method of shooting. After the successful shooting, they realized that they could not hit the target at all ten meters away, and the bullets did not know where to fly. However, when we shorten the distance to about five meters and stabilize the shooting, the success rate will be higher.

After dealing with these monsters, Feng unconsciously said, "where did I come from before Oh, by the way, the next feature is... " He paused for a moment and thought: "the vampire's desire for blood is also reflected in these blood wolf zombies. They will be attracted by the smell of blood. Of course, it must be normal human blood that has not been infected with the virus. In this respect I guess they use smell to distinguish.

The smell of these blood wolf zombies is certainly not as good as that of the pure werewolf, but obviously better than that of the general sense of zombies. Living people like me, if they are within a radius of 50 meters, don't need to rely on vision to find them; while normal human blood exposed to the air can be smelled by them at a distance of nearly a kilometer, and have extremely strong attraction. "

"No? There are murder scenes all over the city. They can distinguish a bucket of human blood mixed in these smells? " Young master trace asked, looking at the bucket full of blood.

"That's normal. One of the signs of sensitive smell is odor separation. Dogs like bloodhounds can analyze the composition of odor at the molecular level." Feng unconsciously replied: "it's like you smell a piece of shit. You know it's smelly at most, but a sensitive olfactory creature can smell it and know what the shit puller ate yesterday."

"Now I just want to know why you didn't use this kind of wording to be silenced..." The trace ministry young master way.

"This shows that in the normal context, the word shit is not regarded as an indecent word by the system, it is just a noun." "As far as I can guess, in this game, this thing is likely to become a topic that has to be talked about under certain circumstances," Feng said He said with a black face: "for example In some random scripts, players may drown in... "

"I can hear nothing I can't hear anything... " Young master trace quickly covers his ears and says repeatedly and quickly.

Feng unconsciously shrugged and didn't finish the disgusting topic, but instead said: "now that I have met you, it's easy to do. Now the time in this script is 2:30 p.m., you will take this area as your stronghold and try to brush some strange things as much as possible. Anyway, the gun shop is nearby. Even if there are few guns left, at least there are enough bullets.

I immediately set out to search for others and bring them here when I find them. " He looked up at the sky and said, "I will come back before the sun sets, whether I find it or not." What came to his mind: "Oh, by the way, the sound has some strange effect. You can turn on the sound again after I leave."

"Wait." Xiaoming asked: "I wanted to ask from the beginning, here..." His eyes shifted to the ice bucket, empty blood bag, stereo and so on. "How did you get out of this battle alone?"

"The general process is Before I came to the gun shop, I went to a hospital two blocks away. At that time, I wanted to go in and find out if there was any medicine or other props, but I found something strange about human blood. Soon after the search, I came here and decided to use it as a temporary stronghold. So I went to the nearby supermarket and got a cart. I slid all the way to the hospital, killed again, found the blood bank, broke the door, got dozens of bags of blood from the cold store, and then I carried them back in the cart.

Then I took out the ice bucket from the opposite shop and filled it with blood. The stereo is made in the opposite shop in the interval between killing monsters. One is that the sound can cause monsters. The other is that the frequency of monsters is not very high. It's a bit boring to wait for them... "

"In a word, you can rest assured to brush here. The time limit of this script is very loose, so we should take this opportunity to improve the level of specialization as much as possible and earn more skill value. "

When he had finished, he waved his sleeves and turned around. Two "professional players" were left standing there, gaping at their backs.

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