The first time I touched a gun, the first bullet shot away a plastic bottle cap 20 meters away.
Father Locke and Vance were both eye-opening when they witnessed this scene.
"This kid." Vance, who has always disliked Egg, had to say with approval: "This kid may have a very good shooting talent."
Thinking of the other two children in the Evans family, Vance had to admit that the children in this family all had excellent talents. Unfortunately, they did nothing but good things and wasted their talents in the worst possible way.
It was rare that Vance actually praised him, and Iger was a little flattered.
Egger could tell that even though Vance was thick, strong, and rough, he acted in a very obvious military style. Maybe he was a retired soldier, and maybe he had participated in actual combat. In other words, Vance was a
It is a joyful thing for a very capable person to be praised by such a person.
Egger knew very well that his ability to hit the bottle cap with one shot did not rely on the small green center. I remember Father Locke said that data is only the result, not the cause. Among them, the correct shooting posture, excellent guns, and ultra-small caliber
bullets are all necessary conditions for this result.
Egger clicked on his character bar, and sure enough, his shooting skill became level 2.
Shots: 2
Explanation: You have just passed a live-fire shooting training and have mastered some basic shooting skills.
Is it so easy to upgrade?
Ige was confused. Why didn't I feel stronger at all?
Father Locke interrupted Egger who was in a daze and said to him: "Remember to bring the whole box of ammunition, there are 50 rounds in total. Well, now there are only 49 rounds."
The school uniform Iger is currently wearing consists of a short white T-shirt on the upper body and black knee-length shorts on the lower body. The pockets on the pants are small and shallow. Fortunately, the T-shirt has two large pockets on the chest. So Iger stuffed the bullets separately.
It went into the left and right pockets of his coat, and it swelled to the point where his chest bulged, making him very uncomfortable.
"I'll have to find a way to get an ammunition bag when I get back empty." Iger thought as he picked up the gun belt in the small box, buckled the gun belt on AR-7, and put the gun diagonally across his body.
Sister Maria came out carrying two huge hiking bags. It could be seen from her eyes that Sister Maria really hoped that these two hiking bags would be full when she came back.
"Okay, let's go." After putting on his hiking bag and carrying a logging ax, Vance said to Iger. After the two of them went out through the opened iron door, Father Locke closed and bolted the iron door.
The walk down the mountain was relatively easy. Vance didn't walk too fast. Egger had been paying attention to his physical fitness. This kind of exercise intensity that made him only slightly feverish was just right and kept Egger's physical fitness.
The status of reaching 60.
After going down the mountain, at the edge of the community, there were some scattered infected people walking aimlessly as if they were sleepwalking. Vance made a gesture to Egg, and the two of them couldn't help but slow down their steps a little.
After stopping and observing for a while, Vance confirmed Egger's previous inference that the eyesight of these infected people was indeed not very good. At least at a distance of about 100 meters, these infected people pointed their eyes at the two people several times.
direction, and then turned his head blankly.
Sure enough, it is a safe choice to go out to scavenge during the day when the survivors have the widest view.
After receiving this confirmation, Vance did not take unnecessary risks. He and Iger used various obstacles on the street as cover, such as cars, billboards, and flower beds that collided together and became like scrap metal.
, trash can, etc., sneaking carefully all the way, and finally arrived at the door of the bakery.
Vance was hiding outside the bakery wall. He stretched out his head and looked inside through the glass of the bakery. There was no one in the small store. Maybe the group of survivors who broke into the police station that day were among the infected.
A fierce gun battle broke out between them, attracting most of the infected people in the community.
This is a great thing.
Vance gently pushed open the unlocked glass door, then put his head in, and glanced left and right. After confirming that there was no one around them against the wall, Vance turned back to Egger and whispered: "
Clean.”
Vance pushed the glass door open so that it would no longer block the way of the two of them, and then took the lead and hunched his back and got in.
As soon as he entered the store, a tempting aroma of food hit his nostrils, and Iger swallowed involuntarily.
Vance, who also smelled the irresistible fragrance, turned his head and glared at Iger. When he found that Iger was still squatting behind him and making no other movements, he nodded approvingly.
This guy is really good. If he wasn't a bit shady, I would really recommend him to join the militia guard.
Vance was very satisfied with the obedience and discipline shown by Egg, and he decided to reward the little guy.
Vance whispered to Egger: "You can drink some of the drinks on the table, but all the food must be packed away."
After Iger nodded, Vance said again: "You take away all the cooked food, and I will go find the flour."
No matter how much cooked food there is in the bakery, it is only enough for a day. The food supplies we really need are the flour and other raw materials stored in the warehouse.
Egger tiptoed to the front of the display window. He opened a bottle of sparkling drink with 10 grams of sugar per 100ml. He first carefully released the gas in the bottle, then tightened the bottle cap, then shook it violently a few times, and then
Open the bottle cap to release the gas.
After a few times like this, all the gas in the drink ran away, turning it into a bottle of bland sugar water with a hint of sourness. At this time, Egger unscrewed the bottle cap and took out the bottle of sugar water that had lost its characteristics.
Drink it all.
This is a little trick Iger learned on the Internet: how to use sparkling water to quickly replenish your physical strength. Today, Iger taught this little trick to my keyboard warrior friends who are reading this article.
This kind of sparkling water also has many wonderful uses, so although its weight-to-practicability ratio is a bit low, Egger still put a few bottles with lids in his backpack.
As for the cans, he didn't take any of them. This kind of thing that will be scrapped after being opened has no transportation value unless the space in his backpack is still empty.
After putting all the cooked food in the window into his backpack, Egg compacted the soft pastries with brute force, and now there was a lot of free space.
Egger hunched his back and turned to the kitchen next to the wall. Unexpectedly, he turned out again a few seconds later.
Vance was stuffing the second bag of flour into his backpack in the warehouse. At this time, Egger came over and whispered to him: "There is a situation here."
When Vance heard this, he put down what he was doing, picked up the woodcutting ax beside him, and followed Egger to the back kitchen as he bent down.
There was a person lying in the small space in the back kitchen, or a struggling infected person, with a huge oven pressing on his lower back. Only his upper body was left to move.
At this extremely close distance, the infected person discovered the two intruders. He made an unexplained whooshing sound from his mouth, and stretched out his hands towards them with difficulty. Of course, the infected person definitely did not want to attack Vance and the others.
Not asking for help, but wanting to catch them and hug them into my arms.
Vance stared at the infected person and said sadly: "Poor Kim, he is the best pastry chef here."
