Fast Transmute: The Fickle Villain is Su and Pampered

Chapter 192 The Doomsday Boss Is Too Fierce (11)

It was a short-barreled air gun, just as long as a man's forearm.

"It was given to me by my father, a farmer in the mountains, who used to hunt pheasants and hares in the mountains for a living, and he brought us up with this air gun... Now I grow up and go to the city, after my father died I brought the gun here... I thought I would never use it again in this life. If I have any abilities...then my gun should be my ability." He held it tightly in his hand Looking at the air gun, I thought for a while, "This gun has run out of bullets, but when zombies rushed into my house and hurt my wife and children, my intuition told me that I should pick up this gun. It was obviously out of bullets, But it can shoot another thing in my hand... I don't know what it is, but that thing can kill zombies. And it can never be used up. Anyway, since God gave me this ability, I will I need to use it to protect my wife and children...I want to protect them well, and I want my family to survive!"

Maybe he might not be a very good husband, not a very responsible father.The little money I earn from being busy all day is only enough to maintain the daily expenses of the family, and I have to think twice about buying something that is slightly more expensive.After get off work, he would complain about his wife’s cooking. After eating, he would call neighbors, drink alcohol, or play mahjong to relieve the pressure.

But when disaster strikes, he will choose to pick up that gun without hesitation, and use his life to protect his little family.

The man said that he had an old abandoned house in the distant countryside.Although the house is old, it is far away from human habitation, and the terrain is steep and zombies are not easy to invade.Before he finds a better refuge, he will renovate the house and place his family there.

The food in the car was enough for them to last for more than a month. After they passed, he was responsible for collecting food during the day to find the next shelter, and returning there at night to stay with his family.

At a quarter past three in the morning, the college student moved his ears and suddenly said, "There are zombies coming!"

"Where is it?!" Ling Lian's sleepy spirit was instantly awakened by the other party's words.

The student frowned and listened carefully: "Those zombies can find their own way and open the door... Even though all the entrances and exits of this building have been locked, I didn't expect those zombies to use tools to pick the locks... ..." He paused again when he said this, "Those things seem to have a plan... Is anyone directing them? If they are allowed to enter this building and hide, it will be over. Who knows that they will come from the next moment?" Where did it jump out and hurt people?"

"I see." Wu Chen stood up and said, "I'll go and deal with those things, otherwise if they come in tonight, no one will be able to get out of this building safely."

"I'll go too." The college student looked a little strange, "I'll go too..."

"And me." The other man also stood up, holding the gun tightly in his hand.

Just as Ling Lian was about to say something, Wu Chen stopped him: "As for you." Wu Chen looked back at Ling Lian, "You don't have any ability to attack now, you should stay here to take care of the old, weak, sick and disabled Go ahead. I said I would take responsibility for you and not let you face those things."

It was the first time that someone would protect her. This feeling of being protected was very strange, and Ling Lian was still a little uncomfortable.She nodded at Wu Chen slightly unnaturally: "Alright, I won't go out and cause trouble for you."

"Come with me." The college student said, "I can hear the movement of those things, and it won't be too difficult to find them then."

The three of them went out one after another. The old professor looked stern and hugged the materials in his arms tightly, and then looked at the tent where several people were still sleeping not far away.

"If there are zombies coming, I will hold them back." The old professor suddenly said to Ling Lian, "Let me, an old man, be majestic before he dies."

Ling Lian got up and locked the door on the top floor: "Don't think so, old gentleman, we have to trust them."

"Don't be afraid of [-], just in case." He said, shaking his head, "If zombies come, I will hold them back, and you can escape with those who can escape. The old professors from other schools told them that I protected the data very well and put it under the tent here."

Ling Lian stood at the door and listened to the noise outside, while still not forgetting to comfort the other party: "Don't say such depressing words, isn't the old man almost attacked by zombies too? He was rescued in the end, sir, this is called a catastrophe. There will be future blessings."

The old professor smiled and shook his head to express his disapproval.

After a brief conversation between the two, the surroundings returned to silence.Ling Lian could even hear her own beating heartbeat.

Suddenly, there was a gunshot outside. The sound was not very loud, but it could be heard clearly enough in such a quiet environment.

The sound is not from around this floor. Judging from the loudness, it probably came from the first and second floors.

Immediately afterwards she heard several gunshots, the sound of glass shattering, and the sound of iron doors colliding.There was the hysterical scream of the zombies, which sounded like the cry of some kind of animal.

Then there was silence again.

The two listened to every move outside with tense nerves.

The gunshots were intermittent, on average every ten minutes or so outside the commotion, and Ling Lian would not be able to judge whether those things had been resolved for a while.

After touching for about two or three hours, it was completely quiet outside.After more than half an hour, the sky outside began to brighten, and it was only then that Ling Lian heard the voice of the college student from outside: "Open the door!"

Linglian hastily opened the door for the three of them.

After a bitter battle in the middle of the night, the clothes of several people were more or less stained with some unexplained blood.

The college student pushed his eyes, and his face didn't look very good.

And Wu Chen was helped in by another man.

Ling Lian took Wu Chen from the opponent's hand, and helped him to sit down: "Where is the injury?"

With a tense face, Wu Chen glanced at Ling Lian and said, "I'm fine."

Ling Lian frowned: "Don't be brave."

The first thing the other man came back was to go straight to the tent. After seeing his wife and children still asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the crowd: "Wu Chen was beaten when he was confronting those zombies." Arm, no bleeding, but swollen, be careful not to fracture."

Hearing this, Ling Lian made a gesture to roll up Wu Chen's sleeves to check the wound.

Unexpectedly, the man just pulled his arm back unnaturally, not letting Ling Lian touch him: "I said I'm fine."

"It's okay, let me see it! Don't tell me you were bitten."

"No."

"Or let young people read more." The man sat down and smiled wryly, "Even if intellectuals become zombies, they are different from those ordinary zombies outside."

(End of this chapter)