Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 278 R! P! G!

With two guns in his arms, two more on his back, and two clubs under his arms, Qi Lin quickly climbed up to the third floor. Just as Qi Lin put down the two clubs, there were two more guns on the second floor. A window was smashed by mutants. Although the two mutants were also pierced by the club behind the window when they crashed in, Qi Lin has no way to shoot the guns of these two people now. Picked it up.

Because the mutants on the first floor had rushed up the stairs, the room was full of gunshots, especially at the corner of the stairs, where bullets hit the wall and sparks burst out.

"Damn, aren't these lunatics afraid of ricochets?"

Qi Lin put down a few guns in a convenient place, and then picked up the Remington M870 shotgun he picked up from the mutant.

Qi Lin tried to pull the bolt, and found that there was no pre-loaded bullet in the chamber, and there was no magazine under the trigger of this Remington M870 that could store 7 rounds of 12-gauge bullets.

Without a magazine, it means that the shotgun can only be loaded with at most two bullets at a time, but for Qi Lin, this is not a big problem.

That self-made steel pipe gun Qi Lin can achieve a rate of fire close to semi-automatic, let alone this classic Remington M870.

Biting the bullet belt in his mouth, Qi Lin quickly pushed a 12-gauge 00 buckshot from the top with his left thumb, stuffed it into the gun chamber, and then held the butt of the gun under his armpit, with his right hand forward Reach out and pull hard on the handguard under the barrel, then snap back and grab the grip.

The whole action from loading to loading took less than half a second, and just as Qi Lin put his right index finger on the trigger, a mutant rushed to the bottom of the stairs.

Even if Qi Lindang pulled the trigger, steel balls sprayed out from the barrel of the gun, directly smashing the mutant's chest, and the lifted leg fell backwards before reaching the stairs.

With a "click", just after shooting, Qi Lin loaded another 12-gauge 00 buckshot. There were a total of sixteen buckshots in the bullet belt, which was enough to kill sixteen mutants.

The opponent was obviously not afraid of the consequences of death at all. As soon as the first mutant fell down, the second mutant rushed over in a hurry. While rushing, he also held up an AK and swept at Qi Lin on the stairs.

The way he fired the gun naturally sent the bullet into the sky, and Qi Lin pulled the trigger again, resulting in the life of the second mutant.

Even among fighting nations, the gap between ordinary people and soldiers is huge. These mutants don't know how to use guns at all, and the bullets they shoot are not accurate at all.

Two more shots, and after killing the two mutants, the fifth mutant who appeared at the top of the stairs stunned Qi Lin——

This is an extremely fat mutant, whose body shape is a bit like the "Glutton" he encountered on the Jiangsu-Zhejiang aircraft carrier. The fat man's body doesn't seem to be fat—his skin is dark green, with a layer of shiny lipids oozing on the surface, and the skin is covered with densely packed varicose and deformed blood vessels.

The fat man definitely couldn't get in through the window. It seemed that the mutants on the first floor had already fully opened the shutter.

Although Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, he didn't stop shooting. He pulled the trigger mechanically, and with a bang, several steel balls hit the fat man's stomach directly.

The steel ball penetrated the opponent's skin, but the fat man didn't fall down, but his footsteps faltered slightly, and he continued to walk towards the stairs staggeringly.

"Tank-type mutants?"

As for the mutants, there is very little information about the players in Huaxia District, and as for the fat mutant who looks like a meatball, he has never heard of it.

However, according to the battle process recorded by the brain, Qi Lin's shot just now knocked out more than 500 health points of the opponent, but the opponent still behaved like a normal person. It seems that the total blood volume of this guy is likely to be higher than Qi Lin There are more Lin.

Qi Lin took a step back, loaded a buckshot again, and fired it. The fat man was shot in the face again, but the opponent's short and strong arm grabbed the handrail of the stairs, and was not hit by the shotgun. Pushed hard enough to roll down the stairs.

Qi Lin really wanted to shoot the opponent in the head, but the opponent seemed to know where his weakness was. This fat mutant had a sturdy metal barrel upside down on his head. Outside the metal barrel, he was wrapped in several layers Shredded tire skin is used for reinforcement.

The penetrating power of the deer bullet could not penetrate this metal barrel, so Qi Lin immediately changed to an AK74, aimed the sight at the fat mutant's head, and pulled the trigger repeatedly!

The first two bullets hit the curved surface of the metal barrel and slid out, while the third shot hit the front of the metal barrel, directly piercing a small hole in the metal barrel——

"A hit! Deal 2956 points of damage!"

Qi Lin quickly glanced at the smart brain on his wrist, and his pupils shrank slightly for a moment——2956 points of damage?No overflow?

In other words, this fat man is not dead yet?
"How much blood does this guy have?"

Qi Lin simply switched the AK to fully automatic shooting mode, and pressed the trigger all the way to the fat mutant's head!

"Da da da da da!"

The few bullets in the magazine were emptied in an instant, Qi Lin dropped the AK74, picked up another AKM, and continued shooting!
Although the recoil of the AK was terrifying, under the control of Qi Lin's arm strength, the upward jump of the muzzle was extremely small, and all the bullets poured on the opponent's head, instantly turning the opponent's "helmet" into a leaky bucket.

Finally, a kill prompt popped up on the screen of the brain, and the fat mutant who had climbed to the middle of the stairs rolled down rumblingly, and crushed several mutants behind him to death.

Just as Qi Lin breathed a sigh of relief, he caught a glimpse of a mutant wrapped in bandages suddenly jumping out from a corner, and on the shoulder of the mutant was carrying a cylindrical things.

Of course Qi Lin knew what it was, and this moment reminded him of the last word he wanted to hear on the battlefield in the Middle East——

"R!P!G!"

The mutant carrying the bazooka has already pulled the trigger, and a ball of flames has sprayed out from the back of the bazooka—if RPG rockets are launched indoors, the exhaust flame and air pressure will cause extreme damage to the shooter and the people around the shooter. Serious damage, the other party obviously used an attack method that hurt both sides!

No, not right!It's not a lose-lose situation!The high temperature and high pressure generated during the launch certainly cannot kill these mutants, but if Qi Lin is hit head-on by a rocket, he will definitely not die or be seriously injured!

(End of this chapter)