Chapter 73 Weapon Affinity.

As night falls, the real challenge for those who travel long distances is about to begin.

At night, just like birds are attracted to the sky and turtles know they have to crawl back to the sea after hatching, zombies will actively move to where the crowds are most concentrated, one after another, in an endless stream.

Having to travel during the day and fight zombies at night, most people's energy has been stretched to the limit.

Ordinary people crowded together in the truck knew that they could not do anything except worry. They prayed, sighed or cried, and the sounds of roars and gunfire became clearer and clearer.

Commander Lu Xingyao of District 12 is a veteran. His special ability is weapon affinity. The same hot weapons and cold weapons can have their effects multiplied several times in his hands.

He held a shotgun collected from the armory and stood on a fortress built of sandbags, aiming at the fast-moving figure a hundred meters away.

The speed of zombies is comparable to that of sprinters, so it is necessary to set up power grids and lighting facilities in advance, prepare sufficient ammunition, disperse firepower, and provide roaming support to ensure that there are no gaps.

Along the way, this work has been carried out almost every day. If it were not for the large number of people with special abilities, a doctor of chemistry who can decompose and reorganize various substances, and a person with special abilities who can be called a human arsenal, they would have run out of ammunition and food sooner or later.

However, the bullets were not exhausted, but the food was almost gone. After all, people not only had to survive, but also had to keep living.

The decision to surrender to the Zombie King in time allowed District 12 to preserve the lives of most survivors, while moving the position meant stopping all production activities. They were unable to produce and collect new food, yet it was the second most populous district after District 9.

Being able to hold out until District Nine was already the limit under the utmost economy. They had dug up all the wild vegetables and swept up all the buildings along the way. The space ability user who was in charge of keeping the food was still frowning every day.

A week, he said.

There is only one week's worth of food left. If no food supplies are found within a week, the nearly 20,000 survivors in District 12 will face the risk of starvation.

Further ahead is District 9, which was bombed into ruins a year ago and has never been heard of since then. It has become a recognized place of exile.

Behind them are high-level zombies with bloodthirsty fangs bared and glaring fiercely, with strong strength and increasing numbers.

They are all dead ends, but choosing to escape can delay death.

The number of zombies decreased significantly under the powerful fire suppression, and Lu Xingyao's highly tense attention relaxed slightly. He picked up the white wine next to him and poured a sip into his mouth. After the spiciness, it seemed that the blood could flow quickly again, driving away the fatigue.

The total amount of sleep he had this week was less than twenty-four hours. If it weren't for the special physique of a psychic, he would have probably collapsed long ago.

The summer night breeze seemed to carry heat. On the ancient edge of the rooftop of the tallest and best-preserved building nearby, two pairs of similar eyes were revealed, secretly observing everything.

Shu Lan said, "They are quite impressive."

Shu Maomao said, "Normally."

It is only enough to deal with ordinary zombies that are stupid and just rush forward.

Shu Lan's eyes slanted over: "Of course I can't compare with you, you stinky ass Maomao."

When they approached in the afternoon, they found that there were people with super hearing abilities in this base. Shu Maomao used an air wall to block out the sound and captured a zombie that was resting in the dark to replace them, thus dispelling the other party's suspicion.

It is very common to have the same superpower, but the range of the other party's superpower is only within five kilometers. If it is plundered, Shu Maomao's super hearing superpower will expand to a certain range.

When Shu Lan first heard about this, her first feeling was that the nature of the predators was a bit like that of zombies, absorbing the power of their own kind to continuously strengthen themselves. However, this idea only passed through her mind once and was quickly dismissed by her in disgust.

Not at all, her son wouldn't eat people.

On the contrary, if others knew that he had this special ability, they would definitely team up to skin him alive in order to protect their abilities from being plundered.

Don't even think about it, Shu Lan would rather she be the bad guy first.

She pointed at the bearded man in the middle of the team, who could turn seven or eight zombies into flying limbs with a single shot, and said, "First, take the one with the highest standing position and wearing black clothes."

Shu Maomao, standing on a small stool, stared at the person she was pointing at. A needle appeared in her hand. Under the cover of darkness, it flew down like a silver-winged insect at a speed that was difficult to notice with the naked eye. It "bite" the man on the back of the neck, and then lay obediently in Shu Maomao's hand. The blood on the needle seeped along the lines on the palm of her hand and disappeared.

Lu Xingyao felt pain at the back of his neck, like being pricked by a needle.

He reached out and found a red mark on his finger. He looked back at the others in confusion, but everyone was busy staring at the zombies and no one looked at him.

Is it a bug? At this time, insects are already extremely rare around the world. Could there be any insects in District 9 that haven't become extinct?

Even though he felt strange, Lu Xingyao didn't think much about it. Seeing another zombie approaching the defense line, he quickly raised his gun.

"Bang!"

After the unique dull sound of the shotgun, only two of the zombies that should have fallen in groups were hit, with half of their shoulders knocked off. The monsters, not afraid of pain and bleeding, took a few steps back and ran towards humans without hesitation with their mutilated bodies.

Lu Xingyao was stunned for a moment, and without time to think, he fired two more shots.

He knocked down two more people, but because he missed the head, he got up again and approached with a worried look on his face.

wrong.

Lu Xingyao's expression froze instantly. This was the normal power of a shotgun shooting from a long distance, but it was not his strength.

Nine out of ten things were wrong, and his supernatural powers suddenly did not work as they should.

Lu Xingyao's mind was like a tangled mess, frantically thinking about the root cause. Was it the inexplicable bleeding, or the long-term fatigue, or the ineffectiveness of his supernatural powers caused by excessive alcohol?

"Dad, stop staring blankly. Your electric fence is about to be knocked down!"

Lu Xingyao's daughter Lu Qinghe climbed up, held up the gun and fired a few rounds, but her arm was numbed by the recoil.

She is a psychologist, and her awakened superpower is dream creation. She can induce others to fall into dreams woven by her words, but zombies cannot dream, so this superpower is of no use in combat, but she insists on helping outside.

Seeing his daughter swinging her arms constantly, Lu Xingyao reacted, picked up the gun and reloaded the bullet, but the effect was still unsatisfactory.

Lu Qinghe said in surprise: "Dad, is your gun broken? Why are you using mine?"

She handed him the rifle. Lu Xingyao took a deep breath and thought that maybe it was really a problem with the gun. He picked up the rifle and pointed it at the zombie's head.

His supernatural weapon affinity will allow his shot to penetrate all zombies within a hundred meters that are in the bullet's trajectory.

That's how it should be, that's how it was before.

Lu Xingyao aimed at the zombie's head and pulled the trigger. He looked with the last hope and saw only one figure lying down.

It was like being hit on the back of the head with a club, all thoughts were cleared out, leaving only a cold fact.

His ability is no longer usable.