The Armory on the Road South

Feeling the light shining on them, the giant zombie stopped scratching the wall and slowly stood up, facing the two of them. The zombie is wearing tattered police uniform, estimated to be over two meters tall and weighing no less than one hundred kilograms. Clearly, it was a burly man in its previous life.

At this moment, the two finally saw the front of the zombie clearly. There was already a large hole in its belly, with half of its intestines hanging outside. The pieces of flesh it had eaten were flowing out from the broken belly, looking very terrifying. Huan Chu saw the muscular zombie roaring loudly, throwing down the corpse in his hand and rushing towards them, and quickly said, "Shoot." "

Chen Wenwen took out her Type 54 pistol as soon as she saw the muscular zombie, and upon hearing Huan Chu's words, she immediately aimed at the zombie's massive head without any adjustment, and pulled the cold trigger.

"Oops! "Oops!" "

Two gunshots rang out, and 7.62mm bullets shot out from the Type 54 pistol, one hitting the side of the muscular zombie's brain, and the other piercing straight into its right eye, splattering black blood everywhere. The muscular zombie staggered forward, causing the two to think it was about to die for sure. However, it shook and managed to support its body, letting out a painful roar, and continued to charge with the hole in its head.

This is the first time Chen Wenwen has seen a zombie that can survive even after its head is smashed. She is obviously very surprised, just like the first time she faced these monsters, she even forgot to keep shooting. Huan Chu glanced at the dazed queen, cursed under his breath, and stood in front of the queen with a machete.

Hei Zi also realized the current situation was not good, barked twice and rushed towards the two-meter-tall muscular zombie. The zombie was about to punch the arrogant little dog to death, but suddenly the dog kicked off the wall in the corridor with its four legs, jumped behind the zombie, and then felt something heavy hanging on its left leg.

The zombie lowered its head and looked with its only remaining left eye, only to see that the small dog that could only run away was fiercely biting its small leg, hindering its movement forward. The muscular zombie was blocked by a small dog, instantly furious. It roared to the sky, then turned around and viciously kicked its left foot against the wall. The whole corridor was filled with a slight vibration, and the pieces of flesh on the ground floated up even faster.

Blackie realized the situation was not good when the muscular zombie turned around. Seeing the zombie about to kick, Blackie immediately let go, jumped to the side, and although the zombie broke free from Blackie's entanglement, it did not cause any harm to the well-trained Blackie.

At this moment, Huan Chu, who had been watching from the side, made a move. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the zombies were dealing with Heizi, Huan Chu took a big step forward and leaped high behind the zombie. Instead of choosing to directly chop off the machete in his hand, he pounced on the zombie's back, crossed his legs at the same time, and pinned himself on the zombie.

Huan Chu, who was firmly clinging to the back of the zombie, remained calm as the zombie thrashed about. He placed his machete horizontally behind the zombie's neck, holding the knife with his right hand and pressing the back of the knife with his left hand, pushing the machete into the zombie's neck.

As the blade pierced the flesh, Huan Chu realized just how terrifying this zombie was for humans without firearms. The machete in hand is like cutting through a thick piece of wood, requiring all of one's strength to gradually push it in. If one had just chosen to strike down in the air earlier, at most only a few centimeters deep wound would be left on the zombie's neck.

The zombie felt a strange sensation at the back of its neck, which made it even more furious, roaring continuously and waving its hands. However, its stiff movements prevented it from reaching Huan Chu, who was lying on its back. It could only sway its body in an attempt to shake off the human on its back.

Huan Chu did not give the zombie a chance. No matter how violently his body shook, he gritted his teeth and firmly fixed himself, exerting force little by little to push the machete forward. When Huan Chu thought he was about to be exhausted, he suddenly felt his hand empty. With a 'puchi' sound, the zombie's head slowly slid off its neck and fell to the ground, splashing a wave in the pool of blood.

Huan Chu, seeing the situation, loosened his feet and jumped off the zombie's back. The zombie without a head unwillingly twitched its body a few times before finally falling into the blood with a 'plop', never to move again.

After tentatively kicking the zombie and confirming that it was truly dead, Huan Chu finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. Although his actions just now may have seemed thrilling, the physical and mental challenges he faced were unprecedented, with almost no room for clever maneuvers.

Using a mountain knife, he sawed through a 30-centimeter thick layer of wood in just a few seconds, almost completely exhausting Huan Chu's physical strength. At this moment, he took out a bottle of sports drink from his backpack, panting heavily as he gulped it down, trying to quickly recover his strength.

It seems that I really lack exercise in my daily life. Huan Chu self-deprecatingly thought to himself, seeing Chen Wenwen had already recovered and walked up to him with a apologetic expression on her face, Huan Chu forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's not your fault. I didn't expect this guy to survive even after breaking his head." After speaking, he glanced at Hei Zi, who was stepping on the zombie's body with a triumphant look, and smiled, 'This time, we really owe it to him.' "

Chen Wenwen also nodded, took out a piece of beef jerky from her pocket, tore off the packaging, and threw it to Hei Zi. Blackie leaped up and easily bit into the beef jerky, then lay down to chew on it. At this point, Huan Chu had finished his drink and walked over to the body of the muscular zombie to begin searching.

After a short while, he pulled out a bunch of keys from the zombie's belt, shook them in front of Chen Wenwen, and led her to the door of the armory at the end of the corridor. Perhaps the designer never imagined that such a situation would happen today. The security measures in the armory of the police station are not very sophisticated, with only a heavy anti-theft door locking up the weapons inside.

Insert the key into the lock, turn it to the side, and with a 'click', the heavy door of the armory swung open. Huan Chu casually opened the door and called Chen Wenwen to come in and get the gun together.

The armory and the police station outside are almost two completely different worlds. Inside, it is clean and spotless, without any traces of blood or chaos. Obviously, since the zombie outbreak, the fierce zombies outside have taken care of all the humans trying to get in.

The jurisdiction of Shangcheng County Public Security Bureau has a population of exactly 700,000, almost equivalent to a city in the south, so there are naturally many weapons and ammunition in the armory. It is obvious that the muscular zombie outside the door was a qualified firearms keeper in his lifetime. On the slightly old cabinet, rows of guns are neatly arranged, shining brightly after being wiped clean.

The firearms here are like a grand exhibition of the Republic's police firearms, with Type 54, Type 64, and Type 77 pistols lined up in order in the cabinets. In the cabinet marked with the sign for criminal investigation police, there are even several Type 92 9mm revolvers that are only sparsely equipped domestically. In the long gun cabinet next to it, there are rows of Type 79 submachine guns, and even several Type 95 automatic rifles equipped with optical scopes.

The first time Huan Chu saw so many real guns with his own eyes, he couldn't help but be dazzled, like Liu Laolao just entering the Grand View Garden, touching and looking around, with gleaming eyes and constantly praising, as if he had already seen himself holding a Type 95 automatic rifle and bravely shooting down a horde of zombies.

Chen Wenwen, who often plays real gun shooting games abroad, remained calm and disdainfully glanced at the rustic Huan Chu. She casually walked up, picked up a pile of firearms, and stuffed them into her backpack. Huan Chu did not rush to pack the firearms into his backpack, but carefully selected his sidearm.

Although the Type 54 pistol has stable performance, it has gradually been phased out by the military, and Huan Chu naturally looks down on it; the Type 64 pistol has been rumored to be extraordinary in various rumors, all saying that criminals can still jump around even after being shot with six bullets, which is completely disregarded; the Type 77 pistol was produced to meet the needs of covert operations, with decorative features being more important than actual combat capabilities; as for the 9mm small revolver? What is the use of that thing?

After some consideration, Huan Chu naturally chose the latest Type 92 9mm pistol, and then found a holster to strap the fully loaded Type 92 to his waist. Considering that his shooting skills, although godlike in the world of anime, were not that great in reality, Huan Chu abandoned his Type 79 micro submachine gun with a fast rate of fire but only 20 rounds, and picked up a brand new Type 95 automatic rifle to hang on himself, instantly feeling like he was back in the days of playing real-life CS.

Chen Wenwen then changed out of her casual outfit, took out a Type 92 pistol similar to Huan Chu's, and played with the Type 79 micro submachine gun hanging in front of her chest. She seemed very dissatisfied with the structure and appearance of this old submachine gun, saying, "This is the gun used during the Vietnam War. Why is it still here? Why not import a few MP5s to play with? Those guns are much better." "

Huan Chu naturally knew that the MP5 from abroad was the standard police submachine gun. Looking at the Type 95 automatic rifle in his hand, he fantasized about holding a gun from the M16 family. However, he knew it was unrealistic. He casually comforted Chen Wenwen for a few words, filled two backpacks with spare firearms and ammunition, adjusted the position of the pistol on his waist, and then carried the unfamiliar Type 95 automatic rifle. Regardless of the almost completely emptied armory by the two of them, he led Chen Wenwen back to the first-floor lobby from the dirty corridor.

Feeling the cold touch from the gun in his hand, Huan Chu couldn't help but curl a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, the two people and a dog can really be considered as strong soldiers, with plenty of guns and ammunition. Huan Chu wished for zombies to rush towards him so that he could practice his terrible marksmanship.