Doomsday Game Online

Chapter 60 Chapter 060 Child Typist, Master of Slow Motion

The noise was a screaming chicken toy that he brought out from the supermarket a few days ago. It was dyed black and threw it into the field more than 100 meters away from the house, forming a simple warning circle.

It was originally used for night alert-whoever touched it from the wild at night would definitely not be for chatting.

But now the fog is filled, and the monster doesn’t know what the screaming chicken is, and it’s considered a crooked attack.

Could it be a person? Sorry, there is one person who walks in the wild on a foggy day, Link knows one-himself.

So Link ran, rushed to the road and threw the bike out, kicked a few hard times, and flicked a small bend towards the east.

This is a small community with more or less hundreds of people, and every family has guns.

After the gunshots were heard, the ghost knew how many monsters Rockford would be attracted to.

Link rode all the way for thirty kilometers before putting away the bicycle and walking forward.

Where is his most familiar place in the Greater Chicago Earth?

Except for the city, it is naturally… the small town of Woodstock where the Musketeer of Destruction is located.

Compared with other places, the safety here is better, and there are many defensive terrains in the concrete buildings.

Don’t ask why a gun shop does this, it’s veterans + firearms enthusiasts.

When I arrived near this small town, I could hear gunshots from time to time.

Although it is not dense, it is widely distributed. Obviously, the people here are not crushed and slaughtered by monsters like Rockford.

When I arrived at the intersection on the edge of the town, I encountered the bodies of two ogres.

He did not rush to recycle, but scanned it with the terminal, and concluded that…they died miserably.

An ogre suffered at least 15+ rounds, mainly 5.56 and 7.62 rifle rounds.

Even though these ogres were already very resistant to beatings, they were still beaten into a beehive under this violent attack.

And the bullets are basically in the upper body, especially from the chest to the head.

Obviously, people here have noticed that hitting the ogre’s body is not very lethal, and hitting the head is more effective.

Speaking of, there is the Musketeer Shop + Club of Destruction here, which has a lot of impact on the environment of the small town of Woodstock.

For more than ten years, this small town has gathered three other gun shops and seven shooting clubs, spontaneously forming a small gathering place for gun lovers, which can meet the needs of most gun learners, enthusiasts, and enthusiasts. .

Like Robert, this is also a doomsday survival business.

Other gun shops and clubs have focused on shooting competitions (including one-stop provision of related guns and equipment).

The niche is nostalgia + practical + high play.

Others are aimed at ordinary entertainment-oriented customers who do not seek professionalism, but seek to be refreshed.

Over time, many of the residents here are people from related industries.

Even if it is not, it will buy a lot of firearms and ammunition.

Otherwise, if you quarrel with your neighbors and others have guns, who can bear it?

Or the grandmother next door took out the ancestral lion shot gun and shouted to get out, but she only had a small pistol, and her life was even harder.

Over time, although the residents of the town cannot compete with qualified fighters, assassins, and agents in actual combat, they are not much worse in terms of shooting and firepower.

The first thing that Robert and the others solved before was thrown in the parking lot behind. Many colleagues and residents came to check and asked about their fighting situation.

The group of people with higher combat effectiveness in the town are more or less connected. If you exchange information with each other, most of them have points in mind about the combat effectiveness of monsters.

That “sweeping mania” club also compiled two simple slogans, “Don’t hit the chest if you have a headshot, don’t have a bullet if you hit the magazine”, to remind everyone how to deal with monsters.

Therefore, the two ogres died horribly.

After studying for a while, Link recovered the two bodies and picked up 36 energy points for nothing.

Going further inside, there is another one within less than two hundred meters, and 16 energy points for nothing.

When he walked to the Musketeer of Destruction, he was a good fellow.

I saw a dozen or so ogre corpses thrown away on the side of the road at the back door of the store, all of them covered in holes.

Link quickened his pace and collected them from the limit of five meters, instantly picking up 248 energy points for nothing.

More than 30 meters away, the two people at the back door of the gun shop found no abnormalities at all.

The fog in Woodstock is much lighter than that in Rockford, but ordinary people have a clearer view distance of about 30 meters, and you can see a shadow within 50 meters.

In this foggy day, no one would pay attention to the pile of monster corpses more than 30 meters away.

The easy harvest of three hundred energy points made Link’s original uncomfortable feeling a lot lighter.

This group of people who came from nowhere and occupied the Musket Shop of Destruction still had a little use.

Still ask first before talking.

Yes, when Link came over, he saw steel sandbags piled up at the hole in the back door, and a few people with guns hid behind the bunker and smoked.

From this point, it can be determined that they are definitely not members of the gun shop.

Even if the ogre would not attack from a distance, the old bird of the gun shop would hide in a safer corner and would not show his head there.

Link found the remains of the cement box at the door as a shelter, and leaned out half of his head and blew a whistle: “Brother, is this the fire of destruction?”

Those people didn’t react slowly, and they took their guns from the shooting port left by the sandbag.

It seemed that after a few quarrels, there was a voice answering: “Yes, this is the fire of destruction, what’s the matter with you?”

Wait, this magnetic broadcasting cavity seems a bit impression. Link tilted his head.

A vague figure flashed in his mind, and he tentatively yelled: “Phoebe Fernandez? Master of slow motion?”

It suddenly became quiet inside, and after a few seconds the man asked hesitantly, “Who are you?”

Link: “I’m Link, the Chinese students in the following period of yours have practiced a few times in the target position next to you.”

Phoebe thought about it for a moment before it was slightly affected: “What are you… Chinese child typist?”

You are a child typist, and your whole family is a kindergarten! Link cursed secretly, but he replied: “Writer, that’s a writer, OK?”

Someone inside couldn’t help but laughed out: “Haha, child typist? Haha, a special writer?”

Phoebe explained in a low voice awkwardly: “It was all called by the instructors of the club. I really don’t remember his name, just remember this nickname.”

The other person caught the point: “Wait, so your nickname is really… Master of slow motion, what did you shoot for?”

Phoebe’s face is not pretty: “Natural and humanistic photography, you don’t understand it.”

The other three really don’t know much about this “natural and humanistic photography”, and they didn’t go deep into it.

Link continued to speak again: “There is an ogre over there, there is no way to hide it, Robert are they there?”

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(Note: Slow motion master Phoebe Fernandez, played by a book friend “Be careful with fire”)