"It's well maintained. It seems that its owner is very attentive, but there are a few bullets." Lin Weiguo is very satisfied with this m9. Almost every man has a hobby of collecting firearms. Which boy has not played with toy guns when he was a child? This is the best
The certificate was not allowed in China. Now that he could play with it, it fulfilled his wish. So he immediately opened the plastic magazine and started to put bullets into the magazine. "It's a pity that there is only one magazine. I
I can't just stop when I'm fighting and let the zombies wait for me to reload my bullets."
"You are so beautiful, be content." Tang Zheng opened the next cabinet with a sour heart, but still found nothing. Li Xinlan over there screamed happily.
"Gun, Tang Zheng, here is a gun." Li Xinlan waved towards Tang Zheng and took out a black-painted firearm, "This should be a shotgun, right?"
"Shotgun, Remington m870, is said to be America's favorite gun. There is one hidden behind the bedroom door of every house, waiting to blow the head of a burglar." Lin Weiguo glanced at the gun roughly.
Remington praised, "This thing is a powerful weapon for killing zombies. It's easy to operate. You can start using it immediately after I explain it to you. You don't have to worry about accuracy. Just pull the trigger on the zombies and they will definitely be blasted into sieves."
"
"How many bullets are there?" Qin Yan also heard the name of this thing. After shouting to Li Xinlan, she immediately searched the closet in front of her more diligently. She also wanted to get one.
"Two cartridge belts, about one hundred and fifty rounds, and two fifty-round cartridge boxes filled with No. 12 deer bullets." Li Xinlan took out a cardboard box, read the English on it, and sighed after opening it.
He said, "This guy is definitely a member of a shooting club, otherwise why would he prepare so many bullets?"
"Isn't that bad? But I think you should use a pistol or other weapons to defend yourself and give Tang Zheng the shotgun." Although Li Xinlan has been very bold and calm, Lin Weiguo is still not optimistic about her. He wants to use the weapon
Optimized use has improved Tang Zheng's combat effectiveness.
"That's what I mean too." Li Xinlan nodded. She thought more deeply. She returned to the room with the weapon. Maybe the bald man would snatch it away. She might as well give it to Tang Zheng as a favor. He would definitely
Will protect himself.
"No, I can't take care of you every second. You still have to rely on yourself." Tang Zheng rejected Li Xinlan's kindness. He had his own plan. "With the m870, you can quickly form combat effectiveness, and you can also
Support us."
"Yes, I will work hard." Li Xinlan showed her determination at the right time. She also understood that if she always wanted to let others help her, then her chances of survival were really slim. She must save herself, and of course, she must also show her strength.
Only in this way can your own value be recognized and gain a foothold in the team.
Qin Yan also had the same idea. Anyone with a little bit of rationality would understand that once an unavoidable crisis occurs, the first to be abandoned will definitely be those who have not contributed to the team.
"Ha, as expected, Lady Luck couldn't help but lift up her skirt to me, exposing her underwear." Tang Zheng's serious expression changed, and he took out a black 18-inch chopper knife from the closet in front of him with a smile on his face, "
Ontario 18 chop, it seems to be genuine.”
"Why does it look like a machete?" Qin Yan looked at the shape of Shiba Chop and curled her lips, "I don't think it looks good, it's too rough."
"It was originally a jungle machete. It was a famous equipment of the US military during the Vietnam War. Because of its good practicality, it was the first choice for outdoor sports enthusiasts." Tang Zheng took the Shiba Chop out of its plastic sheath and weighed it. It was about a pound, and the sharpness was
Not bad. I tried swiping it twice and it worked very well. "With one strike, I can definitely split the zombie's head in half."
"I still like dog-leg knives." Lin Weiguo put away the m9 and began to look through the closet again.
"I also like it. Look, the cold steel large heavy-duty dog legs. This should be black epoxy coating." Tang Zheng took out another knife from the closet and lightly traced the blade with his fingers.
"Why does it look like this?" Li Xinlan saw the weird shape of the dog-leg knife and thought it looked very fierce and visually impactful.
"The curved blade and the drooping center of gravity of the blade can maximize the chopping force, and the movement of the wrist when chopping can make the blade and the straight arm align in a straight line, shortening the time and distance to hit the target."
Lin Weiguo looked at the heavy-duty dog leg in Tang Zheng's hand with envy. He couldn't hold it back, but he still couldn't hold it back. "Is it genuine? Let me take a look."
"It's necessary, this guy is a knife fan." Tang Zheng explained, and then took out several knives from the closet, "Survival fixed blades, tactical folding knives, and M9 military bayonet, come and pick one."
"You also like to play with knives?" Lin Weiguo came over and picked out the M9 Army Thorn. He was too embarrassed to ask for the dog-leg knife.
"In general, I'm a poor student. It's hard to buy imitation knives, so I just want to try them to satisfy my craving." After Tang Zheng finished speaking, he put all the knives into his travel bag. The Eighteen Chops were a bit long, so he simply took off his belt.
The iron ring passed through the mouth of the sheath was carried directly on the body, and the dog-leg knife was tied to the right calf with two belts taken from the wardrobe, so that the knife could be quickly drawn out in an emergency.
"What are you doing with so much, don't you think it's a burden?" Qin Yan rolled her eyes at Tang Zheng, it turns out that this kid is also capable of making mistakes.
"Forgot." Tang Zheng regretted that they poured out, leaving only an extreme force of venom. This was a wilderness survival straight knife. He liked this style.
"Tang Zheng, although I admire your courage to fight zombies, I have to say that your behavior is very..." Qin Yan didn't say the last stupid word, but Tang Zheng already understood.
"Do I look that stupid? Isn't this a Colt m1911a1, with a 0.45 caliber and a pretty good stopping effect." Tang Zheng took out another pistol from the next closet, "It's a pity that it only uses seven rounds of ammunition.
There are a few clips, but there are two spare clips and nearly a hundred rounds of ammunition."
"You..." Qin Yan found out that she was the only one who got nothing. She was immediately annoyed and kicked the closet angrily.
"Don't be sad, here, this can also be used to defend yourself." Tang Zheng threw an electric baton over. Everyone knew he was joking, but this guy looked serious, which made people laugh even more. Qin Yan smiled.
, ignored him again, and of course, didn’t pick up the baton. Facing zombies, this thing really doesn’t work.
"By the way, take all the flashlights you found." Tang Zheng stuffed a flashlight into his travel bag and said with some worry, "I don't know when the power system in Los Angeles will collapse, so before the hotel loses power, we still
I need to go to the power distribution room of the Oasis Hotel and check it out."
The thought of staying in a hotel in darkness for ten hours, waiting for dawn, made not only the two stewardesses, but also Lin Weiguo and Tang Zheng look bad. If they were attacked by zombies at that time, they would not even be able to see a way to escape.
, but zombies are not affected by darkness.
"Don't worry, generally large hotels have backup diesel generators. I guess they can be used. I just don't know if the diesel reserves are enough." Tang Zheng cheered everyone up. Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit solemn, he made a joke, "If that power distribution room
The manager dared to pocket the diesel money. Even if he turns into a zombie, we have to catch him and make him free fall from the roof."
"Your joke is really serious." Qin Yan curled her lips and expressed disdain. After looking through all the wardrobes but still getting nothing, she reluctantly picked up the electric baton. There was no other way, it was better than bare hands.