People In Kimchi Country, Starting From A Beautiful God-Sister

None of this?

It seemed that the man was still awake.

Zhang Chen was secretly vigilant.

This man must be in his forties, and he is half a head taller than himself.

In addition to the body shape with big arms and round waist, it must weigh at least two hundred catties.

And judging from his skills, he is definitely a professionally trained person.

Facing him one-on-one, he is definitely not an opponent.

Especially when facing a beautiful policewoman in her twenties, if she can restrain herself, find a gun first, and do business, it means that he is not the kind of person who has a brain.

Such a person is difficult to deal with.

"Do you want to kill him while he's doing business?"

Zhang Chen ponders this possibility.

But in the end, I still feel that the success rate is too low.

Such a person, even at that time, would not let down his vigilance.

"If it really doesn't work, retreat first and use zombies to siege. If two or three are not enough, then twenty or thirty. If the success rate is guaranteed, at least a hundred or so will be needed!"

Zhang Chen thought.

It's just a pity for that policewoman flower.

Although it was dark inside, her head was turned inward, so she couldn't see her face clearly.

But this figure is definitely worthy of the name of police flower.

Moreover, judging from what the fat man said just now, he must know her.

And I had this thought before.

If she got more than a hundred zombies in by herself, she would definitely have finished the game.

However, he didn't mean to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

In the apocalypse, it is very unwise to take risks for a woman.

"Strange, I clearly remember that it's here in the interrogation room?"

The fat man frowned and muttered to himself.

"Not this one?"

He stopped suddenly and cursed, "Damn, could it be the prison cell?"

There is not only one interrogation room in the police station, there is another one in the innermost part of the detention room, which is specially used for interrogating detainees.

The chief's gun is usually kept in the office. When the zombie wave broke out in the police station, he and the chief fled in a hurry. He once heard that he had hidden the gun in the interrogation room in advance.

Originally, he planned to wait for the zombies to subside before putting the gun in the gun room, but if the situation continued to deteriorate, he would have a gun to rely on.

But they didn't expect that the zombies spread too fast.

On the way to escape, he became ruthless and pushed the chief into the group of zombies chasing them, only to escape his life.

But today, he planned to find the gun hidden by the chief.

In fact, the original gun room should have stock.

But he looked for it before, and it was all gone.

I don't know whether it was taken away by the police or emptied in advance by the "nobles" who had heard the news a long time ago.

For now, the director's gun is the only hope.

However, the interrogation room is close to the inside, and the zombies over there...

"Must get the gun!"

He turned hard, turned to look at the policewoman on the interrogation table, and said with a smile, "Just wait here, wait until I get the gun, and I'll eat you..."

He smirked, turned around, picked up the fire axe, and walked towards the door.

After closing the door and turning around, the fat man walked towards the iron gate on the left with a fire ax in hand.

When the door was opened, two zombies in police uniforms rushed out.

The fat man became ruthless, swung the fire axe, and smashed the head of one of them.

Then with both hands, he grabbed the handle of the fire ax that was embedded in the neck of the zombie and swung it violently, lifting the zombie abruptly, and smashing it hard on the head of the second zombie.

With a "click", the zombie's head was directly smashed off.

Looking inside, there are five or six zombies.

Two of them were wearing police uniforms, and their bodies were crippled by bites.

The rest were people who came to handle the case before, and they all became zombies when the zombie tide broke out.

"Pooh!"

He spat in the palm of his hand.

Then he stepped on the zombie's neck and pulled it out forcefully, even the trachea in the cavity was pulled out, blood glistening and extremely cruel.

Then, he rushed in directly.

Those few zombies were quickly killed by him like chopping melons and vegetables.

Turning his head and looking at the dozen or so zombies in the prison room with iron bars on both sides, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself, "Fortunately, these zombies are locked inside!"

Then, he rushed directly to the interrogation room at the end.

"It's really fierce!"

Zhang Chen stood up from behind the counter, frowning.

If this happened, wouldn't he chop himself with an axe?

"The holding room?"

Suddenly, Zhang Chen showed a cruel smile.

Dodging into the iron gate, looking left and right, I saw skinny zombies making frantic "ho ho" sounds in the several detention rooms.

I can't wait to get out from the cracks in the iron fence and chase after that fat man to eat.

But they are flesh and blood after all, and this steel bar is strong enough.

"Help you!"

Zhang Chen walked over, unplugged the latch, and opened the first door.

In an instant, the five zombies inside filed out and rushed towards the interrogation room.

Without stopping, Zhang Chen quickly opened the other three iron doors.

Immediately, eighteen zombies rushed to the door, and the door of the interrogation room was squeezed open.

"Grass……"

The fat man scolded angrily from inside, "How did these zombies escape..."

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of hitting.

Through the crack of the door, Zhang Chen could see blood and flesh flying inside.

That fat man was really fierce and terrifying.

Even though he was besieged by so many zombies, he still exploded the heads of three zombies and broke the legs of two zombies.

However, in such a small space, facing eighteen zombies, even with a gun, they couldn't kill them.

What's more, he only has a fire axe?

"Crack, click..."

The sound of zombies eating.

Half an hour later, Zhang Chen pushed open the door.

The fat man was crippled and was standing up unsteadily.

His whole body turned into black blood, half of his neck was bitten off, and his head slumped backwards unbearably.

A lot of the flesh on the arms and shoulders was torn off, exposing the white bones.

On the ground was the blood-stained fire axe.

But in his hand, there is still a revolver.

"found it?"

Zhang Chen looked surprised.

"But no shots were fired?"

Zhang Chen was a little strange again.

Walking up to him, he took the revolver out of his hand, but the fat man who had turned into a zombie did not respond at all.

"No wonder, no bullets loaded!"

Zhang Chen checked and said.

Kimchi Country’s police special firearm is also a six-round .38 revolver, the full name is Smith Wesson M10 revolver.

This revolver has a low range and a small reload of only six rounds, but has a low failure rate.

Although compared to other firearms, there are many disadvantages.

But that's also a gun.

Hitting someone is also a one-shot death.

But what if you have a gun without bullets?

At this time, he saw a cardboard box scattered under the fat zombie's feet.

A few yellow bullets were scattered aside.

"Have bullets?"

Zhang Chen was taken aback, feeling a little scared.

It seems that after he came in, he found it very well.

Just one step away from loading the revolver with bullets.

Although it may not be possible to kill all the zombies, if you find yourself and shoot yourself, it is dangerous enough.

"so far so good!"

He breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the bullet decisively.

Counting, there must be thirty rounds of bullets.

"Great harvest!"

Zhang Chen was overjoyed.

Put away the revolver and bullets, turn around and walk through the corridor.

Soon, they arrived in the interrogation room outside.

Open it, walk in, and the policewoman is still lying on the table.

Zhang Chen tightened his gun and murmured, "Do you want to shoot my bullet?"