In the early morning, the warm sunshine shines through the flower window that still has some water marks, and falls on the plump succulent on the window sill, reflecting every chubby leaf petals.
"Woo~"
On the bed, the woman with burgundy hair felt the heat of the sun shining on her buttocks. She pushed her long white legs that were intertwined unwillingly, and moved to the side a few times, while reaching out to grab at her side.
He was still murmuring: "Honey~".
After catching a moment, the woman opened her hazy eyes, stretched out her hands to cover the sun, and looked to her side through her fingers, but she saw that the big baby was no longer on the messy sheets.
Not finding the big baby, and feeling the urge to pee again, I picked up the silk nightgown that I had thrown aside last night, sat up and put it on, put on my slippers, rubbed my sleepy eyes, and walked towards the bathroom.
"Squeak~"
The bathroom door was pushed open by her, letting out a trembling groan as it was in disrepair.
"Good morning, Jill."
Zhou Yang, who was rinsing the razor blade, looked at Jill sitting on the toilet through the mirror and said hello.
"Good morning, Honey."
As the urge to urinate was released, her expression gradually became more vivid.
She raised her head and looked at the man in the mirror who was putting bubbles on his face. He was a man in his early twenties. He had an oriental face, but he had three-dimensional facial features and deep eyes. In her eyes, he was more than handsome.
, and it also had a fascinating sense of mystery, which made her a little greedy, and her heart was itchy, and she couldn't stop.
"What's for breakfast? My Lord the Magician!"
Gil threw down the tissue, pressed the toilet button, and then squeezed to Zhou Yang's side to wash his hands.
Her beautiful face is delicate and compact, which is in line with Zhou Yang's aesthetics as an oriental man. She is enchanting and sexy, and her curvy body is even more attractive!
Especially when I just got up, there is still a bit of ignorance on my face, and the laziness radiating from the inside out is even more precious in this wasteland.
Zhou Yang shaved his beard: "I remember we still have some noodles left, so let's make fried noodles."
"Okay, Honey."
Gil washed his face, stood up on tiptoes and kissed the side of Zhou Yang's face gently, then put on his slippers and left the bathroom with a thump.
After shaving his beard, Zhou Yang groped his chin, looked at the handsome boy in the mirror, and couldn't help but admire: "He is neither a human being, but he is handsome."
I casually took a first aid kit from the window and rolled up my trousers.
On the calf, there was a cut that was about an inch long. The wound was not shallow. After carefully removing the layers of gauze, there was still faint traces of blood seeping out.
It was scratched by a rusty wire on the way here yesterday. For this reason, Gil went to the town hospital to find a box of tetanus and gave him a shot.
I carefully wiped the wound around with iodophor, took out the suture patch and treated the wound, and then applied the large, palm-sized waterproof OK bandage from the first aid kit to the wound.
After moving around for a while, it no longer hinders movement much.
After washing his hands, putting away the medicine box, putting down his trousers, and taking another anti-inflammatory pill, Zhou Yang walked out of the bathroom.
Jill is busy in the kitchen. Her cooking skills are pretty good, especially after she learned Chinese cooking in order to take care of Zhou Yang's Chinese stomach.
Zhou Yang walked to the wall in the living room where Van Gogh's famous painting "Sunflowers" was hung, stretched out his hand and pushed it gently. The wall in front of him suddenly rotated 180 degrees, revealing a hidden closet.
This is an exquisite design by the original owner of this villa. Zhou Yang and Jill came here yesterday and accidentally discovered it when they were cleaning up the house. There was originally some red wine in the closet, but it had been moved to the rack behind the restaurant bar by the two of them.
superior.
At this time, there were seven or eight long and short guns placed in the closet.
There are also ten neatly numbered boxes of various types of bullets in yellow, orange, and orange colors. Each box has one hundred rounds of bullets. There are thousands of rounds in these boxes.
At the bottom of the closet is a storage box with more than a dozen grenades stacked inside, most of which are palm-sized cylindrical can-shaped grenades.
"Sig P226 pistol."
Zhou Yang held a dark, matte pistol, which felt cold and slightly heavy in his hand.
This gun is one of Zhou Yang's favorite pistols. It has very good accuracy, shooting accuracy and penetration, and is very reliable to use.
After simple disassembly and maintenance, Zhou Yang sat on the small sofa next to the closet, grabbed a handful of bullets and placed them on the round table next to him. He took out a knife and made "crosses" on the bullet heads of each pistol.
Pistols, as auxiliary weapons, are often used at close ranges. In this wasteland world, the enemies Zhou Yang usually faces are zombies without any sense of reason. It is better to deal with those things at close range.
At that time, what Zhou Yang needed most was the destructive power of bullets!
During the migration process, all the hollow-point bullets and soft-point bullets in my hands have been used up. Now these pistol bullets are changed to more powerful "Dum bullets". Although some penetration is sacrificed, they are still effective at close range.
When it’s a zombie, it’s even more powerful!
In a short time, more than fifty bullets were modified.
Take out the magazine and press the bullets in one by one.
"Honey, it's time to eat."
Jill walked out of the kitchen carrying the dinner plate and shouted to Zhou Yang.
"Crack!"
Sig P226, with an ammunition capacity of 15 rounds. Insert the magazine into the handle. There will be a crisp impact sound, which means that the magazine and the handle are integrated into one.
Take off the holster on the top shelf of the closet, put it on your shoulder, and insert the pistol into the holster between your ribs.
He also took out a Steyr AUG assault rifle from the closet. This assault rifle produced in Austria has very good performance, has good accuracy, and has an ammunition capacity of 42 rounds. It is durable and durable. It is Zhou Yang's weapon.
One of the easiest rifles to use against zombies.
After briefly checking the status of the firearm, Zhou Yang placed the Steyr rifle and cartridge belt on the sofa, smelled the aroma of fried noodles, and walked to the dining table.
"Jill, your skills are getting better and better!"
Jill's Chinese food skills are inherited from Zhou Yang.
However, her skill in making pasta is now better than ever.
"This is the supply list. See if there is anything else you need to add."
Zhou Yang casually took out a piece of paper from his lining pocket and handed it to Jill.
While eating slices of bread, Jill looked at the list in his hand: "canned food, vacuum rice, 5.56mm rifle bullets, white phosphorus bullets, flamethrower, iron wire, vegetable seeds, generator... If you go to the store, check it out
Let’s see if we can find an electric drill and welding gun, and we’ve run out of sanitary sticks.”
As she spoke, she picked up the pen and added a few things she needed at the end of the list.
"ok"
After eating, Zhou Yang put on military green overalls, stuffed the trousers into the boots of hard leather Martin boots, and put on a camouflage jacket. He also hung a bullet belt diagonally, and hung the spare magazine and grenades on it.
He carried a Steyr assault rifle that was placed on the sofa.
"honey!"
At this time, after eating, Jill went to the next room, brought out a backpack, handed it to Zhou Yang, and said with a smile: "I have prepared the orange syrup you like."
Zhou Yang opened it and saw that there were some dried meat, compressed biscuits and other foods inside, as well as a jar of orange syrup.
This orange water is sweet and sour, appetizing, regulating qi, relieving coughs and moisturizing the lungs. It can soothe the nerves, eliminate fatigue, and beautify the skin. It is Zhou Yang's favorite.
At this time, Jill had changed her clothes. She was wearing a pair of close-fitting high-waisted pencil pants on her legs, which outlined her long straight legs and waist and hip curves in an extremely attractive manner. The trousers were tucked into the legs of her Martin boots, making her look neat and tidy.
He was wearing a hard-wearing farmer's coat and had a Ruger P-15 pistol on his waist.
She was once a member of the Alpha Squad of the Raccoon City Police Special Forces, and now that she has changed her look, she has a heroic spirit of her own.
However, looking at her dress, Zhou Yang was a little confused.
"I plan to strengthen the doors and windows, and when I was cleaning yesterday, I found the electric saw and oil in the warehouse. After pouring the diesel, it can still be used normally. Today I drove the Ford pickup truck to cut some wood in the woods.
Come back, when you come back, we can do some horse-fighting together, it will be safer."
Jill showed off the "Encyclopedia of World Defense Fortresses" that she had been holding in her hands these past few days.
She planned to use this ranch as a base for the two of them to live for a long time.
open the door,
It's sunny outside.
"See you in the evening, my dear Mr. Magician!"
Standing at the door, Jill stood on tiptoes and hugged Zhou Yang, kissed him and said.
