Doomsday: Start with Strengthening Weapons

"Shet! These lunatics!"

A voice of cursing mixed in Chinese and English that was not fluent sounded.

The eyes of a group of people were fixed on the nearby building outside the window, but at this time the roars and explosions from outside were constantly impacting, and the expressions of the group of people hiding in the building could not help but change slightly.

boom--!
Boom-!
Da da da da -- da da da da --!
Boom--!
Ang-ang-ang--!
Explosions, gunshots, roars, and the roar of motorcycle accelerators.

"Oh! Kill them! Even if you can't get in, lure these zombies out and let me kill them one by one. Sooner or later, you will be able to get in!"

Someone outside shouted loudly, with a strong excitement in his tone.

This is a group of speeding gangsters, and they are riding various types of motorcycles, including 125s worth several thousand yuan, small Nissans worth tens of thousands yuan, and famous brand heavy motorcycles worth hundreds of thousands yuan.

These people are men and women, two people in one car, the person in front is riding a bicycle on the open grass and showing off his skills crazily, while the people sitting in the back seat are holding various guns in their hands and facing the rushing zombies. Dayton shot.

Some people even welded two big knives on the back of the car and fixed it with the car body, and drove the car crazily among the zombies, cutting the zombies in half at an extremely fast speed.

Shocking cheers came from their mouths.

This group of people is no less than 50 people.

A group of foreigners upstairs watched this scene and could only stay in the room and dare not go out. Seeing this group of people constantly provoking these zombies, they felt angry and a little scared.

I'm afraid that these zombies will rush up and surround them in a frenzy.

The two of them met once before. Although both of them are ruthless people, they were almost inferior in terms of weapons and equipment. There was a small friction and the two sides also broke out in anger, and finally curbed the idea of ​​​​working hard. After all, it was all for the genetic medicine. Come, no one is willing to work hard until the last moment.

Because no one knows whether at this moment it is an enemy, whether you die or I live, and whether it will be a teammate who will cooperate with each other at the next moment.

After all, no team could handle the endless zombies surrounding the Longevity Biotechnology Building.

"I didn't expect this group of people to come here. Be careful when you meet them. Duan Kun, the leader of them, is not easy to provoke!"

In the building on the other side, there was also a group of people watching this group of speeding gangs rampaging outside. An old man greeted the people behind him.

There were a lot of people in the room, at least twenty people, but there were three to five old men, a dozen middle-aged people, and quite a few young men and women.

"That Duan Kun must die!"

At this time, a woman in the crowd said viciously, her eyes were focused on one of the group of motorcycle gangsters with awe-inspiring murderous intent.

The others were silent when they heard the words, and they all knew where her killing intent came from. They met this group of people on the way here before, and that Duan Kun wanted to catch her as a plaything.

If it weren't for the amazing strength of this group of people, and the firearms couldn't exert their due power at close range, they might have succeeded at that time.

If it weren't for a few old men who killed two of the shooters and snatched the guns with lightning speed, Duan Kun ran away when he saw the situation was not good. Later, both sides tried to avoid each other as much as possible, otherwise the battle would have started long ago. .

As for Duan Kun, he is not stupid, warriors are not easy to provoke, and having a gun does not necessarily have an advantage. In this apocalyptic world, it is not that if you kill someone, you will be invincible or powerful. The most important thing is manpower.

Survivors are the most precious resources. Without others, who will show you even if you are strong and prestige?
So whenever he encounters survivors, those who are obedient and have the strength, he will gather them if he can. The number sometimes also represents strength.

So even if he knew that there were still many survivors staring at them and here in all directions, he still had the strength to destroy some teams, but he didn't do that.

We have come here, and in the end it is nothing more than a competition for interests. Whoever is stronger is entitled to obtain the things in the laboratory, but it is not impossible to cooperate, isn't it?

Maybe he could use this to recruit other people to strengthen himself, especially the few teams he met halfway were not bad in strength, and that group of warriors was one of them.

He regards killing zombies as a game, and he plays around to his heart's content. He never dared to do it differently before, but now for some reason, these zombies are gathered around Changsheng Biotechnology. Some kind of restriction in general.

Basically, these zombies will not chase beyond the kilometer of that building, so they only need to escape the safety line faster than their speed, and these zombies will actively stop.

Then they stand outside the line to reap the lives of these zombies.

Duan Kun is holding an AK in his hand and shooting. The other younger brothers also have various firearms in their hands, but the most are submachine guns and rifles. Outsiders don't know where he got these things, but maybe only with them. People who are also from Xiangjiang know some.

He was originally a member of the society, doing some shady businesses, and having these things became his greatest confidence and capital to survive in the last days.

"Save bullets! Ready to go back to lunch!"

Duan Kun yelled at the others, turned around and stepped on the back seat of a slender motorcycle girl, couldn't help but reach out and grab a hand on the peak, which attracted a coquettish moan from the motorcycle girl, and he laughed out loud Hit the crotch: "Go back and see if I didn't feed you, you little waste!"

buzz-

The locomotive roared and drove along the street towards the block.

Their residence is not in this area, the area is too barren, the place they occupy is a clubhouse, and there is electricity in the clubhouse, so they can enjoy many things.

However, just as this group of people was speeding away towards the road they came from, a car drove towards them and gradually slowed down until it stopped.

It was the first time for Shen Lian to see such a lively scene in the apocalypse. Twenty or thirty locomotives passed by, and the roar of engines shook the entire long street.

It was also the first time he encountered so many survivors, but he pulled the car aside to make way for these people.

He has heard of these colorful motorcycle gangs for a long time. They often roam around in Sham Shui, Guangzhou, and Xiangjiang to blow up the streets. They once became the biggest cancer of traffic, even more hateful than the will-o'-the-wisp boys.

He wasn't afraid of these people, even if he saw that these people were carrying weapons that were more advanced than the guns on Jiang Yan and Xu Xiaoqian, he was sure to kill them all.

But there is no need for conflict, after all, it is not easy to survive in the last days, even if there are few characters who can still have the most basic moral bottom line.

He just didn't want his hands to be stained with human blood!

Although he thinks so, others must think so!