Bumper Harvest

The shelves displaying entrenching tools are placed at the innermost part of the shop, with a narrow corridor leading to the underground located behind the shelves. At the end of the corridor, there is a locked wooden door separating the ground level from the underground. Huan Chu asked Chen Wenwen to come and choose the engineer's shovel, but they happened to discover this long corridor leading underground.

Huan Chu had already arrived by Chen Wenwen's side. Although he understood that it was quite normal for these street-side small shops to have a basement for storing goods, the thought of the hidden treasures that are usually found in secret basements in games made him excited. He couldn't help but show a look to Chen Wenwen, suggesting to go down and take a look, and then he went down first.

The wooden door was locked. Huan Chu knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside. He pressed his ear against the door, but there was no sound coming from the other side either. Huan Chu held the axe in his hand and turned to Chen Wenwen, saying, "Count to five, then I'll break in the door, and you follow me, understand? "

Chen Wenwen was immersed in the atmosphere of a treasure hunt in a locked room in the movie. She nodded and saw Huan Chu make an OK gesture to her. She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and started counting slowly, "One... two... three..."

Just as she counted to "three," a loud crash of a wooden door collapsing sounded in Chen Wenwen's ear, followed by the helpless voice of Huan Chu: "Can you please count faster next time?" How many minutes do you need to count five numbers? "

It turned out that Huan Chu was impatient with his slow counting, couldn't hold back, and kicked down the wooden door directly, rushing in first. Chen Wenwen knew she was a little nervous because she suddenly encountered a scene that usually only appears in movies. A blush flew across her face, and without any excuses, she followed Huan Chu inside.

The basement is very quiet, only half the size of the store above, divided into two halves by a curtain. Although this side of the door is only a dozen square meters, there is a bed against the wall, and various household appliances such as TV and gas stove are available in the small compartment. It should be the rest room for the shop owner when he is not at home. The two of them did not find anything useful in the room.

Chen Wenwen sighed disappointedly, was about to sit on the bed to rest for a while, but saw Huan Chu still looking serious, pointing to the military green curtain that separated the basement, and said, "Do you smell something?" "

Upon hearing this, Chen Wenwen wrinkled her nose and immediately caught a faint smell of decay mixed with a hint of fishiness wafting into her nostrils. This kind of smell would be easy to distinguish in normal times, but the two of them have already smelled too much in the end times, so they are used to it and easily ignore it. As soon as Chen Wenwen caught a whiff of this smell, her nerves immediately tensed up - it was unmistakably the smell of zombies!

Huan Chu walked over quietly and lifted the curtain with a swift motion. Chen Wenwen did not swing the knife in her hand, but immediately turned around, her pretty face slightly pale. But there was clearly a body lying on the floor of the compartment. The body is that of a male around thirty years old, and his face is no longer recognizable. His head seemed to have been smashed like a ripe watermelon, with brain matter mixed with dark red blood flowing all over the place, and one relatively intact eyeball rolling on the left shoulder of the corpse.

Suicide. Huan Chu immediately made a judgment that the deceased's right hand was still holding the gun, hanging next to the shattered brain, and it was clearly a close-range gunshot suicide, as the gun was still stained with blood. Huan Chu had previously stomped on a zombie's head in the gas station, but Chen Wenwen did not see clearly in the dim light. Now, seeing such a disgusting scene, she naturally couldn't bear it.

Kehuan Chu, the initiator of all this, was not afraid at all. He walked up and took the pistol from the dead man's hand, marveling at it. In a country where even collecting imitation guns is illegal, it is unclear where the deceased shop owner obtained these prohibited items from.

Huan Chu carefully wiped the pistol on the curtain, and the dark gun body appeared in front of Huan Chu's eyes. This is a very common Type 54 pistol, a product of Country X imitating the Soviet Union's TT-33 pistol. Although it was finalized in 1954, it is still in service today due to its simple and sturdy structure, which can adapt to various harsh environments. However, as a result, the domestic black market for Type 54 pistols continues to thrive.

Although there is still no domestic FPS game that can give Huan Chu a systematic understanding of the equipment of the X country's army, Huan Chu, who has frequented some large military forums, still has some knowledge of this classic model pistol. The Type 54 pistol has a caliber of 7.62mm and uses a short recoil, locked breech principle. The locking mechanism belongs to the swinging barrel type, with a magazine capacity of eight rounds. The entire gun is composed of a barrel, upper receiver, lower receiver, recoil mechanism, trigger assembly, and magazine. It does not have a manual safety, only a hammer half-cock safety.

Obviously, the previous owner of the 54 pistol cherished it very much. The gun, with the bloodstains wiped off, shone as if it were new, showing no signs of how long it had been used. Huan Chu imitated the appearance on TV, pressed the magazine release button, took out the magazine from the wall, and saw that there were still seven bullets in the magazine, as Huan Chu expected, so he bent down to search on the dead body of the shopkeeper.

In no time, he dug out a pile of 7.62x25mm pistol bullets from the shopkeeper's pocket, filled the magazine and stuffed it back into the gun, then handed it to Chen Wenwen along with the remaining 17 bullets in his hand: "Can you use a gun?" "

Chen Wenwen had already adapted to the disgusting sight of the shattered head in front of her. She nodded and skillfully inserted the .54 caliber bullet into the gun holster she had somehow acquired, carefully storing the few bullets she had. She said, "When I was abroad, I used to go to the shooting range often to practice target shooting." "

Although Huan Chu has some knowledge of firearms, he is ultimately a successor of socialism who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze. Although men all have a fascination with guns, he naturally understands that the Type 54 pistol in his hand is of no use to him, so he might as well give it to the queen for self-defense. At this moment, seeing the queen handling the gun so well, it was obvious that she had practiced before. This made me feel more at ease. Upon closer observation, I was suddenly surprised.

This room is obviously the owner's private collection room, with walls covered in various firearms and knives, dazzling Huanchu's eyes for a moment. Huan Chu's heart was blossoming with joy, but suddenly he heard Chen Wenwen's cold voice: "Don't get any ideas, most of these are airsoft guns, good for shooting birds and rabbits, but for zombies, hmph..."

Huan Chu was taken aback when he heard the words, he looked at the queen in confusion, and then approached to check it out in disbelief. Not long after, Huan Chu was disappointed. Just like what Chen Wenwen said, the guns hanging on the wall are all airsoft guns that shoot steel balls or even BB pellets. Apart from the appearance, they have absolutely no similarity to real guns. But thinking about it, it's normal. For a military goods store owner, being able to get an authentic Type 54 pistol is already good enough. If the AK47 and MP5 on the wall are also genuine, then Huan Chu really has to suspect whether the guy lying on the ground is a military goods store owner or a senior agent sent by a certain country.

Although there are no guns, good knives are still plentiful. Huan Chu quickly found a handy weapon to replace the blunt fire axe. It is a black oxidized CAS military machete, with a total length of only 50 centimeters. The blade alone measures 36 centimeters, making it look like a bloodthirsty weapon. Huan Chu casually grabbed a scabbard and hung the machete on his waist, then continued searching around.

It seems that God thought he had already favored the two enough today. Besides finding a few scattered bullets for Chen Wenwen's 54, there were no other gains. Huan Chu took the curtain that divided the basement into two parts and covered the shopkeeper with it, as a thank you for the many gifts he had given to the two of them. Then he packed up his things, took Chen Wenwen, and left.

But when the two returned to the ground, two zombies appeared in the military store that had been empty just now, obviously tracking them by the scent of living people. Near the inner edge of the counter, a little boy with darkened skin was chewing on something, making a clicking sound between his teeth.

Chen Wenwen saw the terrifying little boy at first sight. The little boy, who heard the footsteps of the two people going upstairs, also turned his gaze to the corridor. Seeing Chen Wenwen, he grinned and opened his blood-stained mouth full of broken flesh, and pounced towards Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen instantly pulled out the 54 from the holster, pulled the bolt, and before Huan Chu could stop her, the queen adjusted without hesitation and pulled the trigger still carrying the smell of blood.

Bang! With a bang, 54 gun barrels emitted a puff of smoke, and bullets shot out from the barrels, making a sharp sound as they pierced through the air and swiftly entered the little boy's forehead, creating a hole the size of a thumb in his head. The little boy's body seemed to hit an invisible wall and he collapsed to the ground.

Chen Wenwen was about to turn the gun around, but heard Huan Chu's "x" sound, pulled out the machete he had just put on his waist, with the body of the little boy, and rushed forward, blocking the queen's line of sight. Huan Chu, rushing towards another skinny tall zombie, did not repeat the mistake he made before. Facing the outstretched hand of the zombie, he did not dodge or avoid, but directly swung his knife down. Like a flash of lightning in the air, the sharp CAS machete directly chopped off the zombie's claw.

The zombie, who had lost its mind, knew no pain and paid no attention to its severed arm. It howled with a hoarse voice like a duck and lunged towards Huan Chu. Huan Chu remained calm and fearless. With his rich experience, he took a step forward to dodge the zombie's attack. He then exerted force to thrust his machete, over a foot long, directly into the zombie's temple.

The sharp machete pierced through the skull, and a strange black blood dripped from the pure black blade, coming out from the other side of the zombie's temple. Huan Chu was afraid that the zombie would not die, so he exerted more force and stirred a circle in the zombie's brain with the broad machete, which was more than two inches wide. Immediately, a stench of liquid splashed out.

The zombie let out a final, unwilling scream from its mouth, twitched a few times, and finally stopped struggling. Huan Chu saw that the zombie was completely dead, so he quickly pulled the machete out of the zombie's head, wiped off the blood stains on the machete, and turned around with a fierce look on his face.

Chen Wenwen originally wanted to complain that Huan Chu had blocked her chance to try shooting, but when she saw Huan Chu covered in black blood, staring at her fiercely, his eyes were not as eerie as they were when she first saw the emotionless eyes, but they were more ferocious. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Let's go!" "