Chapter 5: A good start
"You guys have no moral principles. You came together in the hundreds and thousands to bully an old man with weak legs and feet!"
"How are you now? Are you alone?"
"Hmph, take my move! Five lightning strikes!"
A certain drama queen said all his grievances as if he was making a manifesto before the battle. At the same time, he rushed forward two steps and stood still immediately after he felt that the distance was about right. Google Search Reading stood sideways with a gun in the standard Weaver-style posture, aimed at the two zombies, and fired five shots in a row.
It was really a veritable "five lightning strikes"...
It's just that the lightning didn't seem to be very bright, and three of the five got lost.
Although the remaining two successfully arrived at the station, they only scratched the chest and abdomen of the first zombie twice.
Okay, okay, if it were a living person, being scratched twice like this would at least take away half of his life.
But who let them be zombies?
Besides, pistols are difficult to control. Without a buttstock, you can't put it against your shoulder, and the barrel is short.
For someone like Ruger who has not practiced much, but can hit two out of five shots from a distance of 20 meters, he can brag about it for years in reality.
But on the other hand, rather than saying that he has a good shooting talent, it is better to credit the mechanic template.
Which gunsmith who can make and modify guns can't shoot, right?
Although his five shots were actually aimed at the heads of zombies.
Okay, okay, this is actually even more unrealistic.
"As we all know", it is impossible to aim at a head target 20 meters away with a pistol's notch rear sight mechanical sight.
The rear sight notch itself is about the size of a person's upper body, and the front sight can almost block a person's head.
When shooting at a target, you can rely on memory to "estimate" the target position, but aiming at a moving target is another matter.
But at this time, Ruger also found that unlike his agile fellows in the abandoned city, these two heads were very slow.
The staggering look that might fall at any time made Ruger's mind full of another worry: "Should I help him?"
In short, for Ruger, who was reluctant to use real bullets to practice shooting in the logistics space-bunker-shooting range, the two zombies in front of him, which were slow to a certain extent, became his best novice targets.
The 17-round magazine of PT92 was also quite powerful.
In the end, before the first magazine was completely empty, Ruger finally fired a bullet that penetrated the zombie's midbrain and brain stem.
[Kill the undead creature-zombie and get 2 points]
"Ah!"
After getting the system's kill record, Ruger shouted happily.
Not only because he finally blew off a zombie's head within ten meters, but also because this zombie was worth 2 points?
If he had been mostly focused on practicing shooting before, his attitude immediately changed after he found that this zombie was particularly valuable.
His eyes immediately became: (￥ω￥)~
As a money-grubber, he suppressed his instinct with amazing willpower, took out the magazine with 2 rounds left, and replaced it with a full one.
Even as he was, he knew that the probability of him killing the second zombie with two bullets was too low.
Even if it was a bit of a waste of bullets, he still chose to shoot a few more bullets more safely.
Bang bang bang bang bang~
Another lightning five-shot combo.
This time his target was no longer the two zombies 20 meters away, but the one that was close at hand, less than 5 meters away from him.
To be honest, if there hadn't been the previous "initial evaluation", he would have been paralyzed by such a disgusting thing as the head.
But now, thanks to the training of the unscrupulous system, he has a big heart.
This big heart allowed him to keep his hands steady even when he saw the maggots wriggling in the zombie's shrinking gums.
So, another five shots and two hits!
Don't get me wrong, this time all five shots hit the target, which is the zombie's head.
The so-called two hits mean that these two shots accurately passed through the gap at the tip of its nose and directly shattered the brain stem at the back.
The other three shots also caused damage, but each of these two shots was enough to kill.
[Kill the undead creature - zombie, get 1 point]
Okay, so the zombie is worth 1-2 points? This is much less than he thought.
But it doesn't matter, a little bit makes a lot.
The question is, where is the next zombie?
I don't know if it was because of his good luck or the gunshot was too loud. He didn't walk far before he found that the bushes next to him were shaking.
He just turned around to be on guard, and saw a silver light shot out from the bushes and hit him in the chest.
Bang~
Although his heavy combat suit successfully blocked the silver light, the huge kinetic energy on it still hurt his chest.
And just when he recovered from the pain and prepared to fight back, the second silver light shot out from the bushes again.
Fortunately, although this thing is fast, it is far slower than a bullet, and is about the same as an arrow.
The first shot hit Ruger, because he was not prepared, and the second shot...
Bang~
Even though he reacted quickly and jumped to the side to avoid it, his body was not as fast as his consciousness, and the silver light still scratched his left arm.
"Oh my god!"
Ruger didn't care about any tactical plan at this time, raised his pistol and pointed it at the bushes, and then he fired a series of shots.
This time, the guy inside not only didn't have the opportunity to shoot the third silver light, but turned around and jumped out of it, turning around to run away.
When he saw that thing jumping out, Ruger couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh my god? Porcupine? Zombie mutated porcupine?"
That’s right, the guy who just fired two arrow-like silver lights was actually a porcupine-like thing.
The true identity of the arrow was clear, it was the barbs on the guy’s body.
But that thing seemed to be different from a regular porcupine. For example, it actually had two strong forelimbs that looked like human hands.
But Ruger didn’t investigate further, after all, the revenge for the injured arm must be avenged, not to mention that he still had more than half a magazine.
In fact, although this zombie porcupine was smaller than a zombie, its defense and physical strength seemed to be much worse.
Ruger initially fired aimlessly at the bushes, probably only hitting it twice, and it moved like a turtle.
When it jumped out of cover, it gave Ruger a clearer shooting range, but he only shot it twice more, and then he killed the guy.
[Kill the demonized animal-thorny rat, and get 2 points. ]
Huh? Demonized animal? Isn’t it a zombie porcupine?
Ruger walked over curiously, wanting to see whether it was a porcupine or a rat.
As soon as he touched the thorns on its body, he heard a ding-dong from the system:
[Recyclable raw materials detected, do you want to recycle? ]
What? Raw materials?
Uh, could it be the thorns on the porcupine or rat?
Thinking of this, Ruger neatly selected [Yes] on the panel question.
The next moment, he saw a hazy white light emanating from his body, covering the porcupine.
At the same time, the time of the corpse seemed to be suddenly accelerated, and it shrank rapidly and visibly.
Not long after, it became a thousand-year-old mummy, with only a thin layer of skin left.
At this time, a breeze blew over, immediately turning it into smoke and dust, and it disappeared in the air in an instant, as if it had never appeared.
"Oh my god, what a domineering way of recycling!"
After sighing, Ruger immediately checked the system panel and soon found that there was already a part of the raw materials in the bunker.
Although it was only marked as white ordinary quality, there were 2 units of raw materials, which seemed to be enough for him to make something.
"Huhu, as expected, if you want to make money by opening a bunker, you can't buy raw materials yourself, you have to rob!"
Now, someone's greed for money has become even worse.
However, just as he was excitedly looking for his next target, the woods not far away also shook.
He hurriedly used the same trick again, replaced the last full magazine of the pistol, and stood alert facing the bushes.
Soon, a group of red-skinned guys half a person tall came out of the dark green jungle.
Some of them held torches, some held shields, but their right hands, without exception, held a scimitar.
"This, this is..."
Looking at these familiar strange monsters, Ruger's brain was a little down for a while.
But those red-skinned dwarfs didn't have the patience to wait for him, and shouted "Lakanishu" and rushed straight towards him.
"..."
"Demon?!"
