"Hiss!" Mao Shijiu took a breath of cold air when he saw Pan Han's eyes.
What was this guy up to? How could he be so kind? Why were his eyes so strange? A series of thoughts flashed through Mao Shijiu's mind.
"The look in your eyes..." Mao Shijiu asked.
"Is it lewd?" Pan Han continued with a lustful look.
"yes!"
"Hehe! Take it quickly. You're welcome." Pan Han didn't say any more nonsense, picked up a machine gun bullet and a grenade and ran away.
Mao Shijiu was left alone, standing there in a daze.
"Oh my God! He actually gave the weapons to others?"
At the live broadcast site, everyone exclaimed in surprise.
Cheng Xiao raised her arms and cheered, secretly applauding Pan Han!
"Trialist Mao Nineteen, you can take the remaining weapons. This is allowed by the rules." The commentator reminded.
"Pan Han! I will remember you. I will repay you this favor sooner or later! I have been in the apocalypse for so many years and never owe anyone anything!" Mao Shijiu said angrily to Pan Han who was walking away.
Pan Han carried his equipment and positioned himself while running.
I found a dozen red dots in a tall building, so I adjusted my direction and ran towards it quickly.
He planned to use the weapons at hand to clear out a group of zombies first, get the supplies at the next red dot, and then repeat this process until he had cleared out all the zombies in the building.
This building is a bit old. It must have been a library before. It is stable and solemn.
When Pan Han arrived at the door, there happened to be a building diagram with the rooms and passages marked on it.
"Wow! The building area is as high as 2 million square meters. There must be 100,000 zombies hiding here! I hope the blind box can help!" Pan Han picked up the machine gun and rushed in directly.
"Fuck you!" As soon as he entered the door, Pan Han was stunned by the scene in front of him and blurted out swear words!
There was a group of child zombies standing densely in front of me.
"What the hell! Where did you find so many kids?" Pan Han swallowed and hesitated a little.
At this moment, the bracelets of all the trial participants vibrated.
"Trialists trigger a hidden hint: Different types of zombies correspond to different scores. Ordinary zombies are worth one point, and other types of zombies have their own coefficients."
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"Good boy! You should have told me that earlier! It turns out that the most common zombies count as one, while special types of zombies count as double!"
"That makes sense! There might not be just that many zombies, but a total of 10 billion points."
"Holy crap! Doesn't that mean there's going to be a zombie every 100,000 seconds? Haha, that's awesome!"
"Zodiac, you guys are so perverted, but I like it!"
After receiving the news, the trial participants spoke one after another.
After Pan Han received the group notification, he received another individual notification: "Child zombies count as five points."
"Ha, the chance to turn the tables has come! Sorry, my little darlings! Uncle will send you off!" After saying that, machine gun bullets poured out.
These little zombies are weak and one bullet can usually penetrate three or four of them.
In an instant, a bloody mist rose in front of Pan Han, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere.
The child zombies screamed and swarmed over.
Pan Han walked left and right, fighting and jumping, and throwing out two grenades from time to time.
His counter was jumping wildly: 2720, 3000, 3320...
"Haha! Come on, you little bastards!" Pan Han became more and more excited as he fought, and the barrel of his gun turned red.
Soon, only the last 200-round belt was left.
There were corpses everywhere and blood flowed like a river at his feet!
"I'm done playing. I'm going to go loot the loot." Pan Han slowed down his pace, saved ammunition, and started running towards the next red dot.
Thousands of little zombies followed behind.
"The blind box is open!" Pan Han opened it and saw that it was a titanium alloy electric saw, and it also came with a 20-liter oil bottle.
"Hehehe! Isn't this the time for luck?" Pan Han used up all his bullets and threw all his grenades.
Then he jumped onto a desk, held the chainsaw aloft with one hand, and pulled the chain with the other!
"Thump, thump, thump!" The engine started working and the chainsaw ran wildly.
Looking at the score displayed on the bracelet, Pan Han's eyes gradually turned greedy and his heart began to twist.
It was as if what was before him were not zombies, but straws that needed to be cut down.
4000!
5000!
8000!
!
!
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Pan Han killed, killed, and killed all the way!
Finally, he killed all the little zombies.
The final score is:.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Pan Han threw away the chainsaw, wiped off the blood, and gasped for breath.
Suddenly, he sat down on the ground in a depressed manner.
"What the fuck!"
"You're paralyzed!"
He cursed loudly, and the more he cursed, the more excited he became.
The screen in the broadcast hall cut to him, and the scene was boiling. The audience seemed to be infected by Pan Han's emotions and accused the organizers of being too perverted.
"Hey, people from the Zodiac, aren't you going too far by doing this?" An audience member couldn't help but question the commentator on the spot.
"Excuse me, have you never killed a little zombie?" The commentator disagreed!
"There's no such way of killing!" the man continued to question.
"Dear audience member! Excuse me, did we force the trial-taker to kill?" As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell silent.
"If he can't bring himself to do it, he can just leave!" The commentator straightened his collar and continued to ask.
"You can stop being so greedy for five times the points. You want points and yet you call others perverts! That's unreasonable!"
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What he said made so much sense that it was impossible to refute it!
"So, everyone, let's just watch the game." The commentator curled his lips when he saw the situation was easily resolved.
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