The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

Pei Junlin touched his smooth chin: "Number 25."

Ai Wan's heart skipped a beat: [I was also reborn on the 25th, and after waking up I had an extra space. Could it be that he was also reborn? ]

[But looking at his expression, doesn't he seem to know that the end of the world is coming? ]

Yin Yanhan checked the time, said sorry to his friend in his heart, and locked his eyes with Pei Junlin.

But I didn't read anything.

Ever since he was able to control whether or not to read other people's minds, Yin Yanhan tried his best to avoid prying into other people's thoughts, especially among friends.

[We all have superpowers that suddenly appeared on the 25th. Is there any connection between us? ]

[Come to think of it, she suddenly came to me on the 25th to ask for my phone number. We had been neighbors for many years, but we had never talked. Why on the 25th? ]

[And I can't read her mind, and her behavior is very strange. Is it possible that she has awakened some kind of supernatural power? ]

Yin Yanhan looked at Ai Wanxin's lowered brows and fell into deep thought.

Pei Junlin didn't wait for their exclamation, and pushed Yin Yanhan: "Aren't you surprised?"

Yin Yanhan came back to his senses and brushed off his claws: "I see. I'm very surprised."

The jeep turned into a side road and drove to a huge bungalow that looked like a warehouse. This was Pei Junlin's private indoor shooting range.

After getting off the car, Pei Junlin pressed his palm on the sensor, and the alloy door opened to both sides.

The spotlights on the ceiling lit up one by one from near to far, making the entire shooting range as bright as day.

The hall is tall, deep and wide, with walls and ceiling made of bulletproof steel plates on all four sides.

The ground is divided into 6 target lanes, at the end of which are fixed and mobile target drones.

There were several pistols on the target table. Pei Junlin picked them up one by one and showed them to Ai Wanxin:

"The FN57N weighs 618g when empty and uses 5.7x28mm bullets, which can penetrate military bulletproof equipment. It is the pistol with the longest range. However, since the bullets used in this gun are relatively long, the magazine is wide and is not suitable for people with small hands."

Ai Wanxin took the FN57N and held it, and sure enough, it didn't fit in the hand very well.

"Beretta M9, ​​empty gun weight 960g, uses 9x19mm Parabellum pistol bullet, high stability, strong adaptability in harsh conditions, a small disadvantage is that it is a bit prone to rust."

"Glock 17, the legend of semi-automatic pistols, also uses 9x19mm Parabellum pistol bullets, which are very resistant to high temperatures, acid and alkali corrosion, and have perfect hardness."

Pei Junlin talks about guns with ease and incessantly.

Ai Wanxin listened with great interest, and Pei Junlin became happier as he spoke.

Finally, Pei Junlin gave her goggles, a baseball cap and noise-cancelling headphones, and taught her how to hold a gun step by step.

It was the first time that Ai Wanxin touched a real gun. In the end times, it was a great thing for ordinary people to have a useful cold weapon in their hands. Guns were strictly controlled by the military and the top leaders of the base.

She stood with her legs apart, holding the gun in her right hand and her left hand around the trigger guard. Pei Junlin supported her right hand with his right arm, and put his left hand around to help her adjust the position of her left hand, and wrapped her in his arms.

Pei Junlin smelled a hint of fragrance from Ai Wanxin's body, which was a very comfortable scent.

The tip of his nose twitched, and he suddenly reacted, let go, turned around and smiled at Yin Yanhan:

"Oh, I'm used to it. This should be done by Brother Han."

Ai Wanxin was wearing noise-canceling headphones and didn't hear what he said clearly, so she asked loudly, "What did you say?"

Pei Junlin let go of his slightly cold hand, and the vague warmth behind him disappeared.

Just as Ai Wanxin was about to turn around, a pair of warm and dry hands wrapped around her shoulders from behind and held her hands.

A familiar breath enveloped her, and Ai Wanxin felt as if she had fallen into a hot net.

"Bang bang bang" Yin Yanhan held her hand and pulled the trigger. Ai Wanxin was caught off guard and took a small step back due to the recoil, with her back pressed against Yin Yanhan's hard chest.

A magazine was empty, and the warmth behind her dissipated. She took off her headphones dizzily, looked into Yin Yanhan's deep eyes, and said loudly:

"Don't you give me a heads up before you shoot? My head is buzzing."

Pei Junlin laughed out loud, and a hint of smile also appeared in Yin Yanhan's eyes.

"It's always like this the first time, just practice a few more times and you'll be fine."

Pei Junlin picked out several types of pistols for her and asked her to choose the one that suits her best.

This was a rare opportunity, and she practiced several magazines without hesitation.

It was not until his hand could hardly hold the gun that Yin Yanhan held his hand and took the gun away.

Ai Wanxin rubbed his sore arm, feeling that his current body was far inferior to that of a sentinel who had been fighting in the apocalypse for three years. He would have to exercise more in the next month.

Pei Junlin took Ai Wanxin into the inner collection room.

A room of at least 200 square meters, with all four walls filled with various guns and weapons hanging and displayed.

There were pistols, automatic rifles, submachine guns, and even heavy machine guns mounted on the ground.

Ai Wanxin was dumbfounded: "Where did you buy your gun?"

"I bought it from your boyfriend." Pei Junlin said casually.

Ai Wanxin looked at Yin Yanhan with sharp eyes.

"No." Before he could even finish his words, Yin Yanhan ruthlessly rejected him.

Ai Wan said angrily, "It's not like I don't want to pay."

Pei Junlin said disapprovingly: "If you like it, I'll give it to you. Why would you ask for money?"

Yin Yanhan followed them slowly: "Is this something that can be given as a gift?"

"Why not? Just consider it a meeting gift."

"What's the gift?" Ai Wan wondered.

"My brother's girlfriend is my girlfriend. It was very rude of me not to give her a gift when we first met yesterday. No matter what I say today, you have to pick something you like."

Ai Wanxin's brain was a little out of control: "But I'm not your brother's girlfriend?"

Yin Yanhan was behind them, slowly covering his forehead. Is this the point?

Pei Junlin was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "That won't work, my sister has already accepted it, you have to be."

Ai Wanxin didn’t know why the situation had developed to this point, but it wasn’t a big deal. What she cared about was the weapons.

"Yes, that's right. Then can you give me a few more guns?"

"And bullets."

"Of course I have to. Didn't I tell you that my brother's girlfriend is my girlfriend? You can even take this room away."

Ai Wanxin imagined what it would be like if she put the entire house into the space. Wouldn't she be able to walk sideways in the apocalypse?

At this time, they walked to the inner wall, half of which was covered with various knives, swords, spears and other cold weapons.

Ai Wanxin's attention was instantly attracted by a Tang sword.

It was a pitch-black Tang sword, about 80 cm long and 3 cm wide, with a narrow and straight blade and a single-sided edge. The tip of the blade emitted a faint blue sheen under the light.

Pei Junlin saw her stop, reached out and took the Tang sword and handed it to her.

"This knife is said to be forged from meteorite iron. It's too light for me to use. You try it."

Ai Wanxin took the handle of the knife, the weight was just right, and with a slight flip of her wrist, she felt a gust of cold wind blowing through the quiet room, and it felt very handy.

She had a feeling in her heart: [This knife seems to be mine. ]

"Does it have a name?"

"It seems to be called..." Pei Junlin scratched his light blond hair.

"Call me Cixing." Yin Yanhan said.

Ai Wanxin looked at the long sword in her hand that shone with a cold light and silently recited its name.

“Can you give me this too?”

"Of course." Pei Junlin reached out and took off the scabbard and handed it to her:

"Take what you like."

In the end, Ai Wanxin took a Tang sword, a dagger, 2 guns and 2 boxes of 9mm Parabellum pistol bullets. It can be said that she returned with a full load.

Yin Yanhan knew that she sold her shares and bought two top-of-the-line off-road vehicles, so there was nothing to hide.

When the supplies are almost ready in a couple of days, it will be time to bring them in.

A teammate who is so rich and well-connected must be taken down.

After returning home, Ai Wanxin put Cixing into the space. The system, which had been silent for a few days, suddenly made a "ding" sound and popped up new messages and tasks.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Water Blue Source Crystal and unlocking the water purification function."

"Mission: Collect water crystal cores to recharge the water blue source crystals. Mission duration: unlimited."