Not only free weapons but also teaching? Song Xingcheng was overjoyed.

want! Must practice! After all, he didn't even know how to open the safety of the gun.

Song Xingcheng, who was hit by successive surprises, couldn't help showing a bright smile, carefully picked up the newly acquired weapon, and followed He Qianshan to the basement.

In the entertainment room on the ground floor of He's house, there was a circle-shaped target for throwing darts. He Qianshan took Song Xingcheng to stand opposite the dart target, and carefully taught Song Xingcheng how to control pistols and rifles. .

It was a matter of survival, Song Xingcheng studied very seriously.

Soon Song Xingcheng noticed that He Qianshan was proficient and experienced, and he was obviously not a newcomer to guns. The amazement and envy in Song Xingcheng's eyes were about to fly out, and he praised bluntly: "Brother He, why are you so stupid?" awesome?"

"I was more interested in this when I was studying abroad, and I played a lot. Now there is a way to get these. You don't have to worry about bullets, just shoot a few more shots to try the feel."

After He Qianshan patiently explained the essentials and points to pay attention to, he signaled Song Xingcheng to try shooting himself.

Song Xingcheng took a deep breath, held her breath, and stood sideways, with a gun in one hand and a gun in the other, and pulled the trigger at the dart board more than ten meters away.

The loud "bang" sound and the feeling of the palm being pushed back were not the point. The point was that a large charred black hole appeared on the dart board opposite, and a hole was punched out in the wall behind the dart board.

"Ha!" Song Xingcheng exclaimed, "Look! I hit the target!"

Eyes brimming with excitement looked at He Qianshan, and the bright smile on his face seemed to brighten up the whole room, full of appeal.

He Qianshan nodded in approval, but he didn't notice that the corners of his mouth were also slightly upturned.

Song Xingcheng, who was recognized, continued to look at the target on the opposite wall, pondering over and over again and practicing.

He Qianshan has been standing by the side patiently pointing out, imparting all his experience and skills, allowing Song Xingcheng to quickly become familiar with the guns in his hands.

Song Xingcheng gradually got used to it, He Qianshan took two steps back, silently looking at Song Xingcheng, who was obsessed with guns and weapon training and excited, with gentle eyes.

Song Xingcheng may not remember clearly, but He Qianshan remembers that when Song Xingcheng was still eight or nine years old, he would often come to He's house with his grandfather to play, and when the adults discussed important matters, he was sent to entertain the little ones.

At that time, He Qianshan found that he had no resistance to this little guy with round and bright eyes and a sweet and warm smile.

What kind of toys, games, pets, snacks, desserts and candies, as long as the little oranges smiled at him, he would offer them all with both hands without any principles.

Pulling away from the memories of the happy time, the slight smile on the corner of He Qianshan's mouth gradually dissipated, and his emotions became complicated.

It's a pity that when he went abroad to study later, the old man of the Song family died of a sudden illness, and then the Song family changed drastically... Under all kinds of changes, he hadn't seen Song Xingcheng for many years.

Even so, when we met today, he immediately recognized the person, and he gave away the weapon he just found out from the room at home without hesitation, and he even gave him personal guidance.

Thinking of collecting weapons, He Qianshan's mood became more complicated. Today, he went to the company to work overtime early in the morning, but he felt sleepy for no reason before the meeting. What was even weirder was that he fell asleep on his desk in the next second.

In his sleep, he saw a doomsday novel, flipped through it casually, and witnessed the tragic experience of a cannon fodder character with the same name and surname as him. When he woke up, he found that the novel had come true, and the end of the world had come...

He Qianshan immediately realized that he might be the cannon fodder of the same name in the novel in his dream who was obviously lucky and had a special talent, but was betrayed and framed to death by his relatives in the end.

The betrayal of his relatives confuses He Qianshan. The only comfort is that according to the novel, he has the talent to collect guns and weapons and emergency medical resources from the room, which can be said to be the most useful ability in the last days.

As expected, He Qianshan saw a pistol and a magazine scattered in the office at a glance.

Only He Qianshan can see all the weapons and supplies, pick them up and put them in his backpack, but when he takes them out of his backpack, others can see them and give them to others for use.

At this time, the gun in Song Xingcheng's hand was collected by He Qianshan. He Qianshan said several times that he had a way to get the gun. He was not being polite to Song Xingcheng. It's like playing the real version of PUBG game.

It was noon soon, and He Qianshan invited Song Xingcheng to stay and have lunch with him. Of course, Song Xingcheng refused. Food is so precious after the end of the world. How could he have the nerve to consume other people's food?

At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh again in my heart, He Qianshan is really a good person!

Unexpectedly, He Qianshan continued to invite: "After lunch, I plan to organize people to go to a nearby large supermarket to check the situation and collect some useful supplies. Do you want to go together?"

Song Xingcheng suddenly became entangled. Before his own city developed, he still needed to rely on the existing materials to live.

Besides, he took the risk to come to the He family to inquire about news because he wanted to get weapons.

To kill zombies, He Qianshan can provide weapons and experience in dealing with them, and now he is going to collect supplies. It seems a very good choice to follow He Qianshan, so Song Xingcheng immediately changed his mind and agreed:

"Then trouble Brother He, I'll go together!"

What I think in my heart is: Don't worry, Brother He, I will take advantage of you first, and when my brother develops, I will protect you!

He Qianshan only saw the little guy's brows and eyes crooked while smiling, how could he have guessed that Song Xingcheng's heart was flying wantonly.

Of course, He Qianshan deliberately kept people in the He Family Manor. Although he still had a lot of confusion about his miraculous experience, he was also confident that he could keep people safe because he had read the plot in advance and had the talent to collect weapons.

However, at first He Qianshan only wanted to give Song Xingcheng a safe shelter. After watching Song Xingcheng practice shooting seriously and devotedly, he remembered that the apocalypse would not end in a short time, and realized that overprotection may not be really good, so he asked Song Xingcheng's personal thoughts are whether he wants to go out together. Song Xingcheng agreed without hesitation. Among other things, her courage is commendable.

When the two returned to the first floor, a sumptuous lunch had been set up in the dining room, and it was He Qianshan's assistant Han Qinmin who was cooking.

After realizing that the situation was wrong in the morning, He Qianshan quickly searched the company building, collected a large number of guns and weapons, and then organized manpower to **** a few employees who also went to the company to work overtime and had families and money back to their homes. Back to the old house of the He family in the Yamu villa area with two unattached single assistants.

He Qianshan doesn't usually go back to the old house to live in. Nuo Da's manor is led by a housekeeper and four helpers to take care of the daily maintenance.

When the accident happened, the two servants turned into zombies, and the chef was taken away in the chaos. When He Qianshan returned home, only the housekeeper and a cleaning lady survived by hiding in the manor.

With a weapon in hand, He Qianshan took care of the three zombies, then the housekeeper and auntie cleaned up the chaotic room, and the two assistants prepared lunch together.

When Song Xingcheng came to the door, the He family's old house had already entered the cleaning stage. Song Xingcheng, who didn't know the previous situation, didn't see the other four people who had actually been in the manor until now.

The housekeeper and aunt's faces were pale and ugly. They reluctantly greeted Song Xingcheng and went back to their rooms to rest. They still hadn't been able to accept the huge change, and they had no mood or appetite to eat.

In contrast, Song Xingcheng, He Qianshan and the two assistants were in much better condition, enjoying their lunch calmly and quietly.

The dishes are all home-cooked, but I have to say that Han Qinmin's cooking skills are top-notch!

Garlic chicken wings, oily pork, black pepper beef tenderloin, braised prawns are all made

It was very delicious, even an ordinary stir-fried vegetable was extra delicious. Song Xingcheng couldn't stop once he ate, and he stopped the chopsticks in his hand embarrassingly until he ate until his stomach was full. He secretly decided in his heart that he had to send over a portion of his reserve food so that he could continue to eat next time.

After lunch, the four of them moved into the living room. Zheng Nianhao, another assistant of He Qianshan, put on the table the layout of a large supermarket called "Duo De" three kilometers away, and then planned several routes to get there.

Song Xingcheng was startled when she saw the huge map and the structure diagram of the supermarket. Was she so well prepared?

"Could it be that you have been planning to rob the supermarket?" For example, as early as before the end of the world?

Song Xingcheng's blurted exclamation made He Qianshan's expression condense, and then he explained dumbfoundedly: "My supermarket knows the situation better."

Song Xingcheng was even more shocked. Did He Ershao bring outsiders to rob his own supermarket? With such high integrity, how could Song Xingcheng have the nerve to search for supplies?

He Qianshan looked at Song Xingcheng's staring black eyes, couldn't help stretching out his hand to turn the other person's head, turned to the map, and said helplessly:

"Keep in mind the structure of the supermarket. Don't run to a dead end in case of an emergency. Write down the supplies you need and hand them to Zheng Nianhao, and we will look for them together at that time."

Song Xingcheng hurriedly followed suit. Fortunately, he just read a lot of survival materials in the morning. He had a good idea of ​​what materials to collect in a disaster situation, so he quickly wrote a long list of materials and handed them to Zheng according to He Qianshan's wishes. Nian Hao did inductive statistics.

During this period, Han Qinmin welded a protective iron net to the window of the off-road vehicle parked in front of the villa. Even if the window was opened, zombies could not get close to the vehicle.

With the help of the housekeeper and auntie, He Qianshan sorted out a batch of professional outdoor clothes, all of which are made of ultra-high-strength fiber fabrics. They are not afraid of ordinary knives and stabs. Under the current situation, they are more durable than ordinary clothes. Protect the body from being scratched and bitten by zombies.

He Qianshan picked up one of the dark green suits and gesticulated on Song Xingcheng's body. When he felt that the size was right, he pushed it into Song Xingcheng's arms, and said casually: "This set is safer and more convenient to move around. You can wear it outside your clothes." Put it on for an extra layer of protection."

Song Xingcheng thanked him with a crooked smile. He is crispy, and a few more layers of protection are not too much.

Half an hour later, when everything was ready, He Qianshan signaled for the start of the operation.

Under the worried gazes of the housekeeper and auntie, the four of them walked out of the villa fully armed.

This time, the four of them were riding in an off-road vehicle. Han Qinmin was driving, Zheng Nianhao was in the co-pilot, and He Qianshan and Song Xingcheng were in the back seat.

Among them, Han Qinmin was responsible for driving properly, while the other three were responsible for killing approaching zombies and protecting the vehicle.

Sitting in the back seat of the co-pilot, Song Xingcheng tightly clenched the gun in his hand, staring out the window, secretly adjusting his breathing to calm his beating heart.

After driving a few hundred meters away, the four of them saw a zombie wandering on the boulevard in the distance.

He Qianshan raised his hand to signal to slow down the car, pointed at the zombie and said to Song Xingcheng:

"Come and try to attack, don't be soft-hearted, they are no longer the same kind, they are enemies!"