What is despair?

When you are alone in a swarm of zombies and have no firepower and are in danger...this is called despair. In this situation, people cannot help but despair because they are about to die.

As a gangster gunman with extremely accurate marksmanship, Robbie is actually very calm when encountering problems. Even if he is panicked, he will not show it to others. In this regard, Robbie is very similar to Tang Ji. He has a strong heart.

In his heart, he hopes to survive in the last days and survive in desperate situations.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!...

The pistol used by Robby is the Beretta 92F pistol, which is the same gun that Tang Ji used before but lost because it was out of bullets to kill zombies. It was named M9 by the U.S. military. This model of pistol was included in the U.S. Army tender in 1987.

, replaced the American M1911A1 pistol that had served in the army for seventy years, and became the standard equipment of the U.S. Army's regular troops. It has also been widely circulated among the American people.

Robby changed magazines very quickly. The M9 magazine has a capacity of fifteen rounds. In just three minutes, Robby had emptied seven magazines and left two magazines in the pistol.

They were about to be exhausted. By now, Robbie had killed more than a hundred zombies, but he was already running out of ammunition and food.

There are more and more zombies on the street. Although they are not as fast as humans, they are constantly encircling them from all directions. Robbie's way of escaping is to knock down a few zombies with a gun, open a gap in the siege of zombies, and then

Run outside, and then the zombies will inevitably chase him, forming an encirclement from all directions again. Robbie will use his gun to open the gap... Because of this, if Robbie has enough firepower, before the zombies are completely gathered together,

, it is still possible for him to rush out of this street and get rid of the zombies. Of course, he will also encounter new zombies, and he must find a place to hide.

"Hoo ho!" Robbie was running, panting violently. The length of this street was only about half a kilometer, which was not too long, but it was impossible for Robbie to move in a straight line. He stopped and walked, lurching left and right.

Jin was very exhausted, and the zombies were still chasing him. The M9 bullet in Robbie's left hand was the first to be empty. Robbie's choice was the same as Tang Ji's choice, throwing the pistol to hit the zombies. In this case, use

Carrying a pistol without bullets is a burden. You can't use a pistol as a weapon to fight zombies in close combat. It has no point or edge. It won't kill zombies. If you are scratched by a zombie and you get a wound, you will die if it is infected.

It’s settled.

A true shooter will never engage in hand-to-hand combat with his opponent unless absolutely necessary. Otherwise, he cannot be called a shooter, but should be called a fighter.

"You bastards, shit!" Robbie threw away a gun, turned around and fired several times with another gun. Suddenly he noticed an abandoned car parked on the roadside, parked in front of a morning cafe.

The GM car was undamaged in the parking space. Judging from the situation, the owner of the car should have had breakfast in the morning cafe when the apocalypse broke out.

Then the owner of the car was either eaten by zombies or became a zombie. It is almost impossible for Robbie to drive away this car. Not because of the car key. As a senior member of the gang, Robbie has the ability to steal cars.

There is still some, but it takes time, and zombies can't give him time.

"Damn it!" Robbie cursed with hesitation. He remembered that there should be only one bullet left in his pistol. This was a talent of a professional gunman. No matter how many magazines he changed, he would always remember that there was only one bullet left in the magazine.

The number of bullets.

"You bastards, go to hell!" Robbie rushed forward. He did not choose to shoot. Instead, he pushed away an approaching zombie, jumped forward, and turned around while his body was in the air.

, Robbie turned around and could see the car more than ten meters away from him.

Snap!

Boom!

For the last bullet, Robbie chose to shoot the car's fuel tank, and he fell to the ground. This was the best way to protect himself from a close-range explosion. When he lay on the ground, the whole car exploded, and the whole car burst into pieces on both sides of the street.

In shops that were open before the apocalypse broke out, all the glass was shattered, and the car itself was also torn apart. The shock wave caused by the explosion was mixed with car fragments that swept around. Humans choose to crawl to avoid the damage caused by these fragments, but zombies do not understand.

The zombies closest to the car were directly blown to pieces by the explosion. The fire wave caused by the explosion also ignited all their broken bodies. The car was scattered with pieces, and each large or small fragment was not as powerful as a bullet.

The difference was too big. Within a radius of a hundred meters, a large number of zombies were knocked down, but only a few were able to stand up in the end.

Robbie lay on the ground. Although he was not hit by the car debris, the huge explosion shook his head and caused severe tinnitus. The roars of the zombies around him became unreal. He reluctantly opened his eyes.

When I raised my eyes, the world in my eyes was shaking, as if it was very unreal.

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A dilapidated Ford was speeding down the road, hitting zombies and splattering plasma on the windshield, so the car's wipers were always on.

In the car, there were six people and more than fifty weapons, mostly pistols and automatic rifles. Of course, there were also shotguns, but only two were taken. Old Mike liked shotguns. Compared to the entire gun store, he only took two.

Dozens of weapons are obviously not many, but there is nothing they can do about it. They can't take too many weapons.

In addition to these guns, there were many small black bags on the seats and on the ground in the car. They were filled with bullets. They took a lot of bullets and there were many types. However, the weight of the bullets was not

High, take a nine-millimeter bullet as an example. The weight is generally around 12 to 18 grams. The fluctuation in weight is due to the different materials used in different bullets and the amount of propellant, but the difference is not too big. So

In other words, the weight of a thousand bullets is only a dozen kilograms. For a person, as long as he does not bear the weight for a long time, it is not considered a burden at all.

The actual shooting life of a medium-sized pistol is between 6,000 and 10,000 rounds, which is basically two or three times higher than the design life. The shooting life of an automatic rifle is even higher, mostly between 10,000 and 20,000 rounds.

That is to say, unless they get hundreds or thousands of kilograms of bullets, it is theoretically impossible to destroy all the guns. The reason why they get more guns is because as long as they are guns, they have a certain failure rate, although it is very low.

But we have to take precautions to deal with emergencies.

"Listen... to the gunfire! It's right in front." Tang Ji was sitting in the middle row of the car, fiddling with a Colt 2000 pistol in his hand. The zombies were following and roaring outside. He could vaguely hear the sound of a gunshot.

, the distance that gunshots can be transmitted in urban areas is limited. The limit is that it can span more than one block. In addition, coupled with the sound of the car itself and the roar outside, it is not easy to hear the gunshots in the distance.

"It's gunshots, a lot of them!" Jason, who was sitting next to Tang Ji, put down the world's most famous rifle, the AK47, in his hand, listened and nodded.

"It should be on Elm Street. We are going to pass there, should we go around?" Old Mike in the front row suddenly said, and finally added: "There is not much gas in the car!"

"Drive right over!" Tang Ji said, putting down the Colt 2000 in his hand, and then picked up an M16 assault rifle. I bought a lot of this kind of rifle from the former gun store. Like the AK47, the M16 is also one of the most popular rifles in the world.

The most famous light weapon in the world is a small-caliber assault rifle. In Tang Ji’s opinion, using a large-caliber rifle to fight zombies is a complete waste. Zombies don’t know how to find bunkers to avoid. A 5.56 mm bullet with a caliber of 5.56mm is a complete waste.

A 12.7 mm caliber bullet will kill a zombie if it hits its head, and a 12.7 mm bullet is obviously much heavier than a 5.56 mm bullet.

Although it is really wasteful to use large-caliber light weapons to fight zombies, Tang Ji still picked up a 12.7mm sniper rifle in the gun shop. It dominates the sniper rifle market and is known as the best in the world.

Sniper rifle, Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle, is known as the king of snipers.

Tang Ji took more than a hundred bullets of various types for the sniper rifle. Naturally, he could not have taken this gun because of his bad taste or collection hobby. It had other uses entirely.

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At the north intersection of Elm Street, a Ford car came rushing from another street.

"The sound of gunfire attracted a lot of zombies." Tang Ji frowned slightly and looked out the window and muttered. After saying this, the car was just about to cross the intersection and go to the opposite street, but Tang Ji suddenly screamed and slapped

Old Mike's seat back: "Stop, stop, stop, I know that guy, stop the car!"

Tang Ji saw it and saw Robbie, but because the roars of the zombies covered up the sound of the car, Robbie did not notice a Ford running out of the intersection only 200 meters away from him.

"Holy shit! Get down and cover your ears!" Tang Ji wanted Old Mike to drive in, but suddenly he yelled.
Chapter completed!