Chapter 2: The end of the world, death traps are everywhere
Just as Ruger was wavering, it seemed that because the lottery session was over, the system's protection mechanism had been cancelled.
The zombies that were still wandering aimlessly before suddenly seemed to smell his scent and rushed towards him.
After calling the system a few times, he realized that the guy was pretending to be a mute more than he was. Luger couldn't help but tighten the wrench in his hand.
"MD, death is still inevitable!"
"Forget it, let's fight! If you fight one, you will earn enough, if you fight two, you will earn one!"
Hate raised the wrench, and Luge stepped forward and rushed out, heading towards the zombies...
He ran out in the opposite direction...
"Do you think I'm stupid? Fighting with them? Why?"
"Those are zombies. Let alone two, even twenty or two hundred, they are not qualified to compare with my life!"
What he said was true, but the question was, in the ruins of a city flooded by a sea of zombies, how long could he hide even if he ran?
Now, he is like the last rock on the sea when the tide rises. There will always be a moment when he is swallowed by the sea of zombies.
However, the next second, while avoiding the wave of zombies, he picked up the wrench and swung it to the side.
Crash, the side window of an old muscle car on the roadside shattered.
He reached in smoothly, found the door lock in two or three strokes, opened the car, and got in quickly.
Not to mention that, he swung the wrench again and hit the bottom of the steering wheel twice, breaking open the protective layer.
I grabbed two handfuls of wires from inside, separated them, and then performed the classic wiring and ignition scene in the movie.
This vulgar plot should not have worked in reality, but after two or three times, the car actually caught fire.
"Hey, the owner of the first-generation Dodge Challenger in 1970 was really not willing to retrofit it with a modern anti-theft system!"
Someone is very proud of his ability to turn waste into treasure by learning and applying it flexibly.
From selecting this car as the target among countless cars on the street, to smashing the lathe, opening the door, wiring, and ignition, it was all done in one go.
His entire set of actions can be regarded as bringing the capabilities of the logistics module, which has little direct combat effectiveness, to a certain level.
You are indeed qualified to be proud.
However, this is just the beginning.
The engine was already started, he sat upright and put the gear into gear, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and immediately ejected the muscle car.
In Ruger's opinion, the original owner of the car was probably a knowledgeable person who maintained the car quite well.
Although it is an old car, the engine is powerful. After all, it is a 2L displacement V8 engine with more than 400 horsepower**.
The military Hummer M998 reconnaissance type only costs more than 200 horsepower, and 100 horsepower is more than enough for ordinary urban family cars.
After only a few seconds of acceleration, the needle on his speedometer rushed to a value of 60+.
That's miles per hour, which is equivalent to 100 kilometers per hour in the International System of Units.
At such a high speed and with a body weight of just over a ton, the car directly hit several zombies that came to block the road.
Seeing the flesh and blood flying outside the front windshield, Luger was not only vomiting a little, but also more excited and proud.
To have this effect, of course, it must be said that the engine of this car is too abnormal.
This kind of thing could really only be done in the brief years before the beautiful country encountered the oil crisis in the 1960s and 1970s.
But none of this would have happened if Ruger hadn't used his knowledge and had an idea to select this monster among the cars.
Logistics template has no combat effectiveness? Huh, that’s in someone else’s hands! In my hands, it is still strong~
Isn't it just the sea of zombies that flooded the city? See how I drive a car like a boat, ride the wind and waves, and rush out of the waves!
Needless to say, after breaking through the first zombie blockade, he actually enjoyed a relatively relaxing time.
However, as the zombies on the road became more and more crowded, his previously complacent expression finally became anxious again.
There is no other way to rely on the kinetic energy of the vehicle to knock out the zombies blocking the road. You must first increase the speed to a certain level.
Very simple high school physics, kinetic energy is equal to one-half mass times velocity squared.
High speed can lead to high kinetic energy, and high kinetic energy can knock zombies away.
However, as the sea of zombies hit the front of his car one after another like a tidal wave, he couldn't speed up.
At this point, I have to praise the perversion of the big** engine.
If it were an ordinary family car, it would have been turned off long ago if it was photographed like this by the zombie wave.
Now it can barely squeeze forward in the tide at a speed of thirty or forty kilometers, which is already considered powerful.
If that's all, Luger only needs to find a way to find the weakest point of the zombie wave and rush forward. There will always be a time to get out.
But the problem is that there is a big hole in his car, which is the window glass he smashed when he got in the car.
He can get in through the broken car window, and so can the zombies.
Seeing a zombie finally hanging near the car window after many twists and turns, and stretching out its claws to grab him, Luger defended himself and couldn't help but curse inwardly:
What is this? Punishment for stealing someone else's car?
Please, it’s the end of the world, human life is important, it’s important to escape!
The car owner might have turned into a zombie, so please obey the authority in emergencies, okay?
There is also an emergency escape clause in the law!
Seeing that the zombie next to the side window was getting more and more accustomed to the twisted posture, and the claws grabbing at him were becoming more and more threatening. Luger had no choice but to protect the vital parts of his face with his elbows while turning the steering wheel fiercely, trying to get it or him. Throw or push down.
With his other hand, he reached for the passenger seat, where there was the wrench he threw when he got into the car.
At this time, some weapons are good.
However, after searching for a long time, he still couldn't find the metal wrench.
He took a quick look and saw that the seat was completely empty. Where was the wrench?
In a hurry, he didn't have time to think about it. Based on the habit of the car owner, he hurriedly reached for the passenger compartment.
Even he, a car owner born in the safest country in the world, couldn't help but put some window breakers in the glove box. He didn't believe that the owner who likes to drive muscle cars and has a "road style" would not put self-defense weapons in the glove box?
He opened the glove box in a hurry and really touched a piece of iron.
He took it out and was about to smash it on the zombie's face. He glanced at it and was shocked.
Well, what kind of iron lump is this? It's clearly a pistol!
Time was running out, and he didn't have time to think about it.
After confirming that the gun was loaded and the safety was off, he quickly placed the gun on his left arm and pulled the trigger at the zombie.
"Save your mother, save your mother!"
To be honest, his alternative shout was initially just an emotional vent, but when he really shouted it out, he realized that he had unexpectedly done the right thing.
The gunshot was too loud, and it still hurt his head after being reduced by the noise-canceling headset, but it was this shout that saved him.
The numbness and pain in the gunman's hand caused by the strong recoil were not so unbearable.
He soon received the reward for enduring the pain of close-range shooting in this strange way. This was almost like shooting right next to the zombie's face. Although the posture was not right and the accuracy was not high, there was almost no need to worry about missing the target.
After a few shots, although the zombie was not hit in the vitals and was killed instantly, it was still beaten to a state of weakness in its hands and feet.
Ruger didn't want to be pretentious. He couldn't blow its head even if he got close to it. He quickly seized the opportunity to swerve the steering wheel. The car body immediately swayed violently, and he crashed out of the weak part of the zombie tide, and also threw the zombie away.
"Hahaha~ Eat my exhaust gas!"
He rushed out of the zombie encirclement, driving the car. As long as he didn't actively crash into the thick tide, his safety would be temporarily worry-free.
So when he found that there was a muddy and gravel road leading to the wild hillside ahead with significantly fewer zombies, he immediately turned around.
"Ha, there are many zombies in the city with many people, and few zombies in the suburbs with few people. It's the same everywhere!"
Yes, as soon as he stepped onto the slightly bumpy road, he felt that the pressure of the zombie tide in front of him was relieved.
The resistance of the zombie sea decreased, and his car speed, which could not go up, immediately soared.
This further promoted the "ebb tide" of the zombie sea.
While taking a long breath, Ruger finally had the mood and time to fiddle with the previous hero.
The pistol that had just been put on the passenger seat.
However, after searching for it twice, the nightmare repeated itself, and the thing disappeared again.
"What happened?"
Ruger hurriedly searched everywhere.
In the end, except for a few more magazines in the storage box, there was no trace of the pistol.
"Strange! Did it just fly out?"
While wondering, he glanced at the passenger seat again unwillingly, but it was still empty.
"Huh? No, where is the magazine just now? I clearly put it on the passenger seat!"
The first time may be a mistake, the second time may be a coincidence, but the third time?
There is definitely something wrong!
However, before he could continue to explore, the road in front of the road covered by trees suddenly opened up, and a cliff appeared.
He suddenly found that he was running on a muddy and stone road leading to the cliff...
