Quick travel: Boss, have the guts to fight me!

Chapter 464 Surviving 520 Days in the End Times (24)

The next day, the mobile phone bounced cheerfully under the pillow, waking up the sleeping person. The place around him was completely cold, which meant that Lin Xiaoran had left long ago.

Xin Jiujiu took out the phone in a daze.

Alarm clock
(6:20)

Remarks: From now on, 5 minutes to clean up and 5 minutes to the appointed place, the time is just right.

Suddenly remembered that yesterday, in order to beg for mercy, he tried his best and said that he had an appointment with Yang Jiawei this morning.

Therefore, this alarm clock was set by Lin Xiaoran for her.

very considerate...

Wait, shouldn't her focus be on passwords?lock screen password.

Xin Jiujiu came back to his senses, while getting dressed, he didn't forget to check his phone, and found that there was no other change except for the addition of an alarm clock.

Time was a bit tight, so Xin Jiujiu couldn't find out specifically where Lin Xiaoran was and how she knew the lock screen password...

The agreed place is the cafeteria. In the last days of food shortage, it is naturally different from the cafeteria under normal circumstances. Today, Xin Jiujiu didn’t have hot rice to eat. It was for VIP guests. She received half a steamed bun, which was not too hard. A serving of cucumber slices drizzled with garlic sauce and half an apple.

The base only provides a breakfast and a restful sleep. For a long time afterwards, everyone has to disperse to find food. While filling their stomachs, they have to hand in a certain amount of food or water. These things are directly related to your first time. The amount of food for breakfast on the second day.

"So that's the rule!"

"In addition to food, there are also weapons in the arsenal. Everyone can only choose one, and they have to hand it in when they return to the base at night. In other words, those who go first pick weapons first, but the weapons in the red base are actually the same..."

Yang Jiawei introduced as she walked, and in a blink of an eye, she arrived at the arsenal.

A car was parked next to the armory. Yang Jiasheng sat in the driver's seat and wiped his gun. The door of the car was wide open. From Xin Jiujiu's perspective, the other party's unruly actions looked a little handsome.

"Hey! Look what I got?"

Yang Jiawei almost rushed over, and Yang Jiasheng also cooperated and handed her the gun to let her have a good time.

"AKM assault rifle! Where did you get the good stuff?!" Yang Jiawei aimed into the distance, trying to feel it.

"The one you asked for from the colonel will be my special gun from now on!"

"so good?"

Yang Jiasheng took the gun over and wiped it lovingly.

"Professor Lin was brought back by me, give me second-class credit!"

At this time, Lu Fang, a sunny boy, came out of the arsenal with a light rifle. He saw Xin Jiujiu first, and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Miss Xin, you're here! Where's Jiawei?"

Xin Jiujiu pointed to Yang Jiawei who was salivating at AKM.

"There!"

Lu Fang looked over, and hurriedly greeted Yang Jiawei: "Hurry up and pick up weapons, let's go when everyone is here!"

"okay!"

For this, Xin Jiujiu is the newcomer who came here for the first time, obediently followed behind Yang Jiawei, Yang Jiawei also chose the rifle, and Xin Jiujiu chose left and right, took the pistol, received the bullets, registered, and the two came out.

Yang Jiasheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the weapon in Xin Jiujiu's hand.

"No more rifles?"

Today Yang Jiasheng was the driver, and Lu Fang sat in the co-pilot to help him see the road. Xin Jiujiu got into the car behind Yang Jiawei and sat down. Yang Jiawei tugged at her sleeve, and she came back to her senses and answered quickly.

"Yes, sorry, I thought you were asking about Jiawei."

Yang Jiasheng smiled and didn't speak. He didn't hear Yang Jiasheng's steady voice until the car was driving on the main road.

"Pistols are suitable for close-range killings, while rifles and machine guns are used for long-range killings. Against zombies, pistols are far less effective than rifles."

(End of this chapter)