There are guns!

Zhang Ting has never served in the military, nor does he know the gun in his hand, specifically what kind of pistol.

If from appearance to judge, the gun he is holding is very similar to the Glock pistol inside a CS game.

Anyway, he didn't care what kind of gun it was.

A pistol, again found three filled cartridges.

The more you prove what Zhang Ting judged.

Chen Tianhaois absolutely not an ordinary person.

Before the apocalypse, it was possible that some illegal smugglers, also potentially related to the black state.

In short, before the apocalypse, when caught, he was certain to shoot a deadly gun.

Otherwise, he would not be able to hide a gun in the wagon.

Zhang Ting sat inside the car, fidgeting with a gun in his hand.

Although he was not particularly fond of military weapons, he was a son when he was a child, and he liked to play with guns.

Huong chi, now is the end of the world.

The apocalypse inside, which has a gun on its side, can also add a little more protection.

Anyway, this pistol doesn't count as heavy.

Lightly fitting the magazine to the gun stock, he lightly candy the bullets to the gun.

Bringing the bullet clamped tightly to the gun, once again he removed the magazine and reinserted it, performing the same action again on the bullet

The feeling and principles of using toy guns are not very different.

Real, authentic with insurance, that toy is safe, purely decorative.

Open the safety latch, then both hands gripped the pistol, aiming towards the head of a zombie.

Zombie is about five meters from Zhang Ting.

Guess ...!

The gunshots broke the quiet dark night.

Around the Zombie, hearing the sound, were coming towards the moving parking lot.

Feeling the gun was being lifted, Zhang Ting could feel the force of an elastic gun.

Real too, the shock is not great.

This gun is very light weight, probably more than 1 kg, moreover the recoil is very small.

Bang Chen Tianhaoin physical condition, if holding this gun, together with the police on the street living together. . .

The other image is definitely very unique a!

But the zombie he just aimed correctly, fell on the ground, its centerline has a bullet hole that pierces the brain, creating a hole in the back of the head.

This is the power of the pistol!

Zhang Ting squatting on the ground, watching Zombie head shot, he began to think.

As for the other zombies gathered, he basically didn't care, these Zombies wouldn't bite him anyway.

Close the safety latch.

Zhang Ting squeezed the trigger, also no longer had gunfire.

Then he shook it, confirming that he would not be robbed of the trigger, then bring it behind him.

Turning on the motorcycle again, Zhang Ting left quickly.

. . .

Currently, Zhang Ting feels his force is stronger.

He prepares to drive to the gym training center.

Gym inside with Gym milk, convenient at the neighboring Gym, find a little food and drink.

If the neighbor still has a pharmacy, then he will go pick up some more hat boxes.

He currently wants to do several times with Yang Ding.

But under his high frequency of activities, without a hat, then Yang Ding is more likely to get pregnant.

At the apocalypse again pregnant, it is indeed troublesome self-seeking.

Going along the main road, he finally found the Gym on another street.

Next to the Gym, there is a Yoga training center and a noodle shop.

Zhang Ting directly brought his motorbike to build on the side of the road, then went to the gym.

Gym room inside, there are three zombie heads with strong physical strength, extraordinary muscles that are growing at will.

They were from the pre-apocalypse, probably the bodybuilding instructors of this place.

Zhang Ting did not control these three Zombie heads, but he directly began to search the gym.

At the counter, he found 6 boxes of Gym milk.

Then inside the warehouse, found 50 unopened Gym milk cartons.

Except for those, there is no shortage of mineral water, along with some good drinks for the movement of the body.

Zhang Ting chuckled: "This gym is a good one, preparing him most of the supplies he needs."

Because he also wanted to bring back food and drinks, so he only brought a carton of Gym milk, and a barrel of mineral water.

A box of 8 boxes should be able to drink for a while.

While Zhang Ting brought Gym milk with mineral water, fixed to the motorcycle.

Suddenly, on the 2nd floor of the Yoga Center, there was a timid sound of a female comedy: "Big brother, you ... can you bring me with you?"