Doomsday: Don't bother me with salted fish

Chapter 72 Need to adjust

Zhou Youan and Tan Zhewen insisted on following.

An Jing also took the opportunity to slip out.

There are a lot of supplies piled up in the house, and there are not many places to move. It is really difficult for this energetic dog.

If there are living people in the neighborhood, zombies will be attracted to them, even if they don't make any noise, the zombies have a sharper sense of smell than dogs.

The street lights were darker than the previous two days, and Jian Yue guessed that the battery was insufficient.

They brought flashlights when they went out, but it is best not to use them until the critical moment.

Jian Yue's eyesight is not bad, looking at the swaying zombies in the distance, she took a few steps forward and raised her gun.

With a soft sound, the bullet flew out.

Somewhat embarrassingly, Jian Yue aimed at the zombie's head, but the flying bullet deviated from the direction.

A distance of ten meters is not too far. If you can't hit the target at such a short distance, it's not your problem, but the problem with the gun body.

Jian Yue's shooting skills are average, and she can always hit the last shot two or three times.

So Jian Yue fired two more shots, and the gun deviated from the direction.

"Can I try?" Zhou Youan asked.

Jian Yue didn't say anything, and handed the gun to Zhou Youan.

Zhou Youan's shooting action is holding the gun with both hands. After aiming, the gun is fired, and the direction is deviated.

Another shot, also deviated, but flew past the zombie's cheek, tearing off a piece of flesh and blood along the way.

Enraged, the zombie ran forward with a low growl.

Zhou Youan adjusted the angle slightly, and fired again, the bullet hit the head of the zombie.

The zombie fell to the ground.

Zhou Youan returned the gun to Jian Yue and explained: "I was curious before, and after playing shooting for a while, I felt that the barrel of this gun was not straight enough. There were some small errors. After the bullet flew out, it stretched out at a small angle, causing Obvious deviation."

After talking about the shortcomings, Zhou You'an said again: "This gun has a low sound and low recoil. The ten-meter range is enough to deal with zombies. I think it's good."

In fact, if you get used to the feel, you can correct the angle independently every time you shoot, and this gun can be used.

Jian Yue nodded: "I'll go back and adjust."

She also wants to make more perfect works.

Tan Zhewen couldn't wait any longer: "Woman, can you give me a try?"

Jian Yue handed the gun to Tan Zhewen.

Tan Zhewen had never fired a gun before, and he didn't know how to shoot, so he imitated Zhou Youan's movements, roughly estimated the angle, and fired.

Don't miss the bullet too much, it's a pity that the follow-up force of the bullet is not enough, otherwise it may blindly hit the zombie a little far away.

Zhou Youan took two steps forward, helped Tan Zhewen adjust his posture and angle, and fired again.

hit.

Zombies have a small range of activities and are not difficult to hit.

If it moves at high speed and the range of motion is huge, it will be difficult.

Although someone helped, it didn't hinder Tan Zhewen's excitement: "Woman, you are really my God. After you adjust the body of the gun, can you give me one too?"

Regardless of whether he made a gun imitating a toy, he thinks it looks like that, and if it can really kill zombies, it is a successful gun.

What man doesn't like guns?
Thinking of being able to play handsome with a gun in the future, Tan Zhewen became even more excited.

"Yes." Jian Yue agreed.

After testing the gun, three people and one dog went upstairs.

Jian Yue continued to adjust the body of the gun, worked hard all night, and made three more pistols, all of which need to be readjusted after testing tomorrow.

The next morning, it was already the fifth day of the last days.

Shen Huijuan and Jian Yahong, who got up early, were surprised to find that the red mist had dissipated.

The two were talking enthusiastically, wondering whether the disappearance of the red mist meant that the end of the world was over.

(End of this chapter)