"What else is there to plan?" Huang Lei took a puff of cigarette. "This world has become such a **** look. You can only take one step and look at it."

"How about you?"

"Me?" Xiang Jing looked at himself in the elevator mirror and said after a while, "Similar to you, but I want to live more."

"Will you live?" Huang Lei looked up and sighed. "People like us have no right to say that they are alive."

"Ding"

The elevator reached the first floor, and the two of them walked out of the elevator one after another and left in different directions.

The next day, the new policy of the military department reached the ears of all survivors.

They were very skeptical at first, and they didn't believe it was true until they didn't get their share of food every day.

Suddenly, there were complaints. Some people took the lead in protest, and the voice of resistance became louder and louder, but under the black hole's gun, their courage instantly fell apart.

Holding weapons such as steel pipe fire axes issued by the army, the crowd in the central square walked towards the exit one after another.

If you want to live, you must go out to find food, hunt zombies alive, and obtain crystal cores in exchange for food.

The original noisy central square became empty, and only a few elderly and children were still here.

Xiang Jing crossed the central square and walked towards the cafe to the north.

The cafe was dark and only two or three people were guarding it. The bullet holes on the walls and floors were all the masterpieces of Xiang Jing yesterday.

"Big brother!"

When a young brother saw Xiang Jing, he was so scared that he scrambled to his feet and called out shivering.

The other two people also saw Xiang Jing, and quickly stood up, fearing to make him unhappy, and sent a bullet to the west.

For this one person picked one of their gang demon yesterday, leaving indelible fear in their hearts.

Xiang Jing looked around and asked, "Where is Zhang Biaohu?"

"Da, ah no, Zhang Hufa and Zhou Hufa are upstairs." A little brother said cautiously.

Xiang Jing pointed to the talking little brother and said, "Take me up to find them."

"Ah!" The little brother was startled, and then nodded again and again, lowering his head to lead the way.

On the second floor, there is a corridor with a row of rooms on both sides. The younger brother pointed to one and said, "Big Brother, the guardians are there."

"Okay, I see." Xiang Jing waved his hand and walked towards the private room.

The little brother, as if he was amnesty, went downstairs in three steps and two steps.

After entering the private room, Zhang Biaohu and Zhou Xiaobin were sitting there drinking coffee.

Seeing Xiang Jing, Zhang Biaohu hurriedly got up to greet him with a smile, and Zhou Xiaobin also stood up to greet him.

"Sit down," Xiang Jing called to Zhang Biaohu, "I don't drink coffee."

"Big brother, yesterday I already dealt with all the remnants of the Yu Jiabang." Zhang Biaohu is also a sensible person, and tells what he did yesterday. "Fortunately, Brother Zhou helped, otherwise it would not be easy to clean them up."

Xiang Jing looked at Zhou Xiaobin and asked "Is the gun easy to use?"

Zhou Xiaobin drew the gun from his waist and placed it in front of Xiang Jing. "Fortunately, there are 23 bullets left."

Xiang Jing picked up the P1911 pistol on the table. The durability was still 83%, which was enough for a while.

Exchanged a pistol silencer and red dot sight to install on it, Xiang Jing threw the pistol to Zhou Xiaobin "Put your gun first, no bullets and tell me, the accessories are already installed, you decide how to use it."

Zhang Biaohu on the side looked at Zhou Xiaobin enviously. Yesterday, the remnants of the Yu Family Gang were able to subdue them so quickly. Most of them still relied on this pistol to kill a few disobedient people, and everyone else became submissive.

Xiang Jing saw Zhang Biaohu's expression in his eyes. He smiled and said, "I am here today, and there is one more thing I want to tell you."

Zhang Biaohu slapped his chest. "Big brother, don't hesitate to tell me, Zhang Biaohu is in the wind and the fire is in the fire."

"This matter is not difficult," Xiang Jing said, "give you three days, I want the central square only you to have the final say."

"Okay" Zhou Xiaobin agreed without hesitation, Xiang Jing was like a gift of reinvention to him, he was willing to do anything for him.

Not to be outdone, Zhang Biaohu laughed and said, "Brother, let's tell you, I also have this idea. Now we are the largest force in the central square. When they didn't react, we caught him off guard."

Xiang Jing nodded, "Evolutionists can stay as long as they can stay, and those who are disobedient will send them to see Wangye Yan."

"Brother rest assured," Zhang Biaohu confidently said, "With Brother Zhou and I here, we promise that there will be no problem, but with the new military policy, most of the brothers will go out to find food, and it will take as soon as tomorrow to start."

Xiang Jing stood up and said, "You can handle these things by yourself. I only need the results in three days. The ability and status must match."

After Xiang Jing left, Zhang Biaohu couldn't help but shudder. The meaning in Xiang Jing's dialect is very clear. It is the ability to be able to sit in this position.

"Brother Zhou..." Zhang Biaohu looked at Zhou Xiaobin uncertainly.

Zhou Xiaobin was silent for a while, and suddenly he thought of something and said, "It must be more than our family who wants to go out looking for food, and there must be no one in the other two parties now."

"Oh, yes, look at my pig brain." Zhang Biaohu slapped the table and said, "I will summon all the brothers, let's catch him by surprise, and catch the thief first."

Leaving the coffee shop, Xiang Jing pondered the next thing.

With food shortages, the number of people in the central square will drop drastically. Once the army has prepared almost the same, it is estimated that they will leave here.

After a few days of consumption, there are not many hunting points left, and there is not much food. Although Xiang Jing’s current identity also has food distributed, it is only he alone, and they are all compressed biscuits. food.

There is not enough time for a few meals, and the little girl is now in the stage of growing her body, and nourishment can be lost.

Half an hour later, Xiang Jing left the settlement with a bag and a fire axe on his back.

The street outside the exit has been looted, and there are still some zombies, apparently by survivors.

Xiang Jing walked towards the nearby large supermarket. The number of zombies in this place was terrible, but no survivor dared to enter at will.

Seeking wealth and danger, Xiang Jing chopped off a zombie's head with an axe and walked towards the supermarket.

In just over a week, the level of the zombies has reached the third level, and the ones below the second level are the same as cherishing animals.

Although the danger is much higher, the experience points are not many.

The sun shines through the glass into the supermarket. The entrance is the area where the seller of electricity, there are not many zombies, and the place behind selling daily necessities is the hardest hit area.

Xiang Jing walked against the wall, always paying attention to the movement of the zombies. There were probably hundreds of zombies here. If they were surrounded, nine lives would not escape.

Cautiously touched the food area, basically some zombies of children, not very threatening.

Xiang Jing puts chocolate, canned food, and vacuum-packed food in his backpack. It makes no difference whether he goes there with vegetables, fruits, meat, and seafood.

When there is no electricity, the safe is just a decoration. After so long, it is estimated that it will be almost rotten.

Xiang Jing loaded up a backpack full of food, got up to leave, and suddenly saw something moving in the fresh food area past the food area.

Looking at it, there is indeed something undulating regularly, as if it is breathing.

And the zombies nearby were densely numb, but the light couldn't get there to see what it was.

Xiang Jing didn't have a long life. He turned and left in the direction of the supermarket door. There are too many unknown things in the last days, and he will die if he is too curious.

After leaving the supermarket, Xiang Jing was relieved, and he returned home with a full load today, but instead of going back immediately, he hunted scattered zombies on the street.

The speed of evolution of zombie levels is beyond Xiang Jing’s imagination. The mutant zombies he encountered before are still fresh in his memory. He realized that he must upgrade his level as soon as possible. Pistols are a threat to human beings, but they are a threat to this monster. Words are toys.

When the durability of a brand new fire axe almost disappeared, the system in my mind sounded a reminder.

"Ding, the host level increases, and the shop unlocks the armor area."

"Ding, the host level increases, and new items are unlocked in the backpack area."

Xiang Jing found a safe place, opened the system store, and unlocked the tool belt in the backpack area, which can increase the capacity by 0.5 cubic meters, and the purchase requires 50 hunting points.

Xiang Jing bought one directly, and the space can be used together with the backpack, and the total size is 2 cubic meters.

Then he opened the armor area and unlocked the first-level head and first-level armor on the shelf.

Seeing the attribute values ​​of the two items, Xiang Jing suddenly felt a little uneasy.

First stage

Category: Armor

Grade: White

Armor value: 30

Health: 30

Price: 100

First Class

Category: Armor

Grade: White

Armor value: 40

Space: 0.5

Price: 150

"Fuck!" Xiang Jing felt that he could only use these two words to describe his mood at the moment.

I did not hesitate to purchase these two items, assembled them on my body, and then opened my attribute panel.

Host: Xiang Jing

Level: 3

Experience value: 0.27%/100%

Health: 100 (+30)

Stamina: 100

Attack power: 10

Defense: 2 (+70)

Status: Healthy

arms:

Fire Axe (Durability: 17%)

P18C Pistol (Durability: 58%

Bullet: 147)

article:

First class package (durability: 93%)

First class head (durability: 100%)

First Class (Durability: 100%)

Identity: Captain of the Infantry Regiment of the Eastern Theater of China

Hunted: 27

Equipped with the upper-level armor and first-level head, the health value is about one-third more than that of ordinary people. What is more terrifying is that the defense value has reached an astonishing 72 points.

The power of the P18C pistol in Xiang Jing's hand is now estimated to be unable to break his own armor.

However, Xiang Jing also knows that armor and helmets are consumables, and each injury will wear out the durability value, and it does not mean that the defense value is high and there will be no injury.

It's like a 54-style pistol, one shot will lose one-third of his blood.

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