After Pan Han killed a dozen zombies, he found that something was wrong.
More zombies poured out from each floor. They were not in a hurry to attack, but stood in the corridor or in front of the windows, sticking their heads out and staring at him.
The scene was very terrifying.
Pan Han looked up and saw at least a hundred thousand pairs of black eyes staring at him.
My scalp is tingling!
So weird!
Pan Han killed another ten or so people and found that the frying pan had been deformed and the connection of the handle had begun to loosen.
"Damn it! This won't work."
In the broadcasting hall, Cheng Xiao stared at the counting screen.
Trialist: Pan Han
No.: 200
Number of zombies killed: 33
Rank: 280
"Commander, you should change your weapons!" Cheng Xiao said silently.
Through the live broadcast screen, she could clearly see that some of the other trial participants picked up shotguns, some picked up machetes, and some picked up chainsaws.
The first person ranked now is the one who picked up the chainsaw.
More than 300 zombies have been killed.
Pan Han also heard gunshots nearby and knew that there were various weapons.
Now that we have a gun, it's easy.
After Pan Han killed two more nearby zombies, he threw away the frying pan and started running.
There was a weapons bag 150 meters away from him, and he had to get it as soon as possible.
At this time, the screen in the broadcast hall finally switched to Pan Han.
Cheng Xiao was excited when she saw him running faster, and knew that Pan Han was going to the next place to loot.
The commentator then introduced: "You are now looking at Pan Han, the 200th trialist. He is currently ranked last. However, he has found that the frying pan is not very useful and is looking for other weapons. Let us wish him good luck!"
None of the other companions at the scene encouraged him, but instead booed him continuously.
"This Pan Han is actually a gigolo. Could he have gotten in through the back door? Go home and drink your milk." Someone saw Pan Han's fit body, fair face, and no signs of wind and sun, and started cursing him.
Cheng Xiao turned her head to observe. The person who spoke was a fierce old man. It was obvious that he was not someone to be trifled with, so she silently memorized his appearance and waited for an opportunity to deal with him later.
"30 meters to go!" the commentator continued.
"Ten meters to go. What weapon will he use this time?"
After the commentator said this, everyone became interested.
Find out by opening a blind box in the end times!
Pan Han naturally didn’t know what others were saying, he only knew that he had to open the blind box quickly.
With a sideways slide, he picked up the weapon box and opened it while running.
"Come on, bring something good!" Pan Han muttered and prayed.
Unfortunately, it’s still a frying pan!
Hahahaha! The broadcast site erupted in laughter, and everyone was very happy.
They all praised that the Twelve Palaces' trial was very well organized. It was rare to be so happy living in the apocalypse.
Cheng Xiao was so angry that she stomped her feet, lamenting that Pan Han had bad luck and hating others for taking advantage of his misfortune.
But there is no way.
Just think about it, if someone else was so unlucky, she would probably laugh to herself.
It's human nature, there's nothing shameful about it!
Pan Han was dumbfounded!
What kind of luck is this? How did I get another frying pan?
Did Zodiac sell pot before? Too much inventory?
"Fuck it, keep going!" Pan Han put the frying pan on his lower back and ran to the next red dot.
It was only 100 meters and he arrived in an instant.
"Fuck! Why is it still a frying pan?" Pan Han was going crazy.
Hahaha! This is so popular, I can’t stop laughing.
Even the host laughed.
"Sorry, we are professionally trained and will never laugh unless we can't help it! Hahahaha!" The commentator quickly rescued himself.
Cheng Xiao's face was as red as a monkey's butt, and she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
It feels really bad. It hurts more to be laughed at by others than to be slapped in the face.
In just a short while, Pan Han's ranking has fallen to last place!
"Yeah!"
"Hahaha! Awesome! This kid has such bad luck!"
"Go home and feed your baby!"
As the scores were updated, there was another round of ridicule at the scene.
Pan Han was a little angry. Opening three frying pans in a row was too much!
Instead of running away, he held the pot in both hands, stood on a high ground, looked at the zombies swarming towards him, and shouted: "Your grandpa is here!"
Then he rushed into the group of zombies and shot left and right.
In terms of physical strength, he has no problem. He can fight like this for a whole day.
He just saw that he had fallen to the last place and thought that he might get 0 points. He was so angry that he didn't care about anything else and decided to kill a few hundred of them first.
Trialist: Pan Han
No.: 200
Number of zombies killed: 101
Rank: 288
"Ah!!!!" Pan Han turned his anger into a loud shout and swung the two pots faster.
Trialist: Pan Han
No.: 200
Number of zombies killed: 200
Rank: 288
"Oh my god! How come I'm still last after killing 200 of them? It's outrageous!" Pan Han ran away a little to catch his breath and took a look at the ranking.
At this moment, the bracelet suddenly vibrated and issued a prompt sound.
"Reminder to all trial participants! A contestant has already killed over 10,000 zombies! Please keep up the good work."
"What the hell? Ten thousand have been killed? That's too exaggerated." Pan Han couldn't believe it. He looked at the bracelet carefully and found that it was true.
There was applause in the broadcast hall.
The commentator led everyone in cheering for the trial-taker.
Everyone was too embarrassed to offend the commentator and reluctantly joined in the applause.
However, the trial had only started for less than half an hour, but he had already killed so many zombies, which really impressed everyone.
Everyone here has lost a few relatives or friends to zombies, so as long as we kill zombies, we are all on the same side.
As the live camera switched to the first place, everyone's doubts were resolved.
It turned out that he had driven away a 40mm automatic grenade launcher with 1,000 rounds of ammunition.
He dragged the launcher to a rooftop and fired at the group of zombies.
This is a gift from God!
Let's look at the next few people in the rankings. The second place killed 1,100, and the third place killed 980...
"Oh my god, the result can't be determined like this!"
"How do we catch up with the ones behind?"
"That's too much. Could he have been admitted without taking the entrance exam?"
"Don't talk nonsense, or you'll be kicked out. Maybe he's just lucky."
Cheng Xiao didn't want to listen to everyone's complaints, she was just staring at Pan Han's data.
There has been no change for half a minute. What is Pan Han doing?
In the trial field, Pan Han has already opened another blind box.
This time it was much better. It was a few packets of explosives and a remote control.
Just find a place to place it and press the detonation button.
"Oh my god, my luck is changing. A big one came all of a sudden! Awesome!" Pan Han was holding the explosives and running while thinking about how to use them.
If you just throw it out like this, you can only kill one or two hundred at most.
"We have to maximize the explosives' functionality." Pan Han observed as he ran.
Sure enough, the opportunity came!
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