The infinite heavens start from the red building

Chapter 69 3.8 Street Melee
Chapter 3

3.8 Street melee, Irons now

"Jill!" It didn't take much effort to find him, as the police officer said just now, she was right where the fighting was most intense.

"Jonathan? Great, I remember your marksmanship is good—WTF?" Hearing Wei Xu's voice, Jill reacted immediately, but swears after seeing his attire.

At this time, Wei Xu was not only fully armed, but also carried a large Oxford cloth bag in his hand, which contained ten 20-round AK magazines and nearly a thousand rounds of M43 rifle ammunition.

There are also the two 100-round drums, which are also fully loaded at this time, but the mainspring has not been tightened yet, so let’s talk about it before use.

"You are responsible for reloading later!" Wei Xu grabbed a policewoman who was basically emptying the gun to waste bullets and threw it behind him, then picked up the rifle and stood side by side with Jill.

"Hey, these things on you don't seem to be legal!" Jill yelled angrily while shooting. Her marksmanship was worthy of her reputation, and she basically got headshots.

"You'd better tell the zombies about this—and, are the scraps around you joking?" Wei Xu emptied a magazine in one breath, and then pointed at the policeman beside him and shouted.

These people don't know why, but they still use the method of dealing with humans, and all the bullets are aimed at the chest of the zombies.

As a result, not to mention the waste of bullets, it is often difficult to knock down a zombie, but it is not killed, but it is in a state similar to "whole body paralysis".

"The STARS team lost too much last time, and now it was disbanded by that old bastard Irons. Now there are not many members left, and they are all scattered in different places." Jill was also very annoyed.

Wei Xu didn't speak anymore. With his physical fitness and the practice of thousands of bullets at Old John's place, he was basically headshot when facing these targets less than 50 meters away.

The M43 rifle bullet is very powerful. After hitting the zombie's head, there is basically a bullet hole in the front, and half of the back of the head flies out directly. There is absolutely no problem of invincibility.

This is not a game. In order to increase the difficulty of the game, an ordinary zombie often needs two or three shots to headshot. In reality, this is completely farting.

Because zombies are transformed from normal humans after all, no matter what kind of human they are, their heads cannot withstand military bullets, even pistol bullets, headshots will kill them!

What's more, with his current physique, the problem of continuous shooting shock to the shoulder and even the so-called "recoil" problem can be directly ignored.

"They are just ordinary police officers. Do you expect them to shoot their heads?" Jill still opened his mouth to defend even though he was shocked by Wei Xu's marksmanship.

"Then just pray that there are not too many zombies!" Wei Xu didn't talk nonsense, and focused all his energy on shooting.

The gunshots of the Bayi-style rifle were completely practiced. In less than 2 minutes, together with the one installed on the gun, a total of five magazines on his body were all emptied.

The 100 rounds of rifle bullets made the front of the crowd "clear" directly, and the "line" of the zombies was repelled by more than ten meters.

"Magazines!" Wei Xu growled, and the little policewoman who had just been thrown behind him immediately handed over two magazines, and picked up the empty magazines on the ground to reload.

After more than ten minutes, when Wei Xu emptied all the magazines including the two drums, there were no zombies standing on the whole street, so he was relieved.

The others were all stunned, including Jill. Dozens of eyes were fixed on the red barrel, and the scene was surprisingly quiet for a while.

"Click!" The last empty drum was still under the feet of the little policewoman who was in charge of reloading.

"Wow—" Unexpectedly, the little policewoman burst into tears, "I can't keep up, my fingers are swollen!"

"Pfft—" Wei Xu couldn't help laughing out, and then there was laughter all over the place.

He knelt down and patted the policewoman's head. After the barrel cooled down, he began to disassemble the rifle for maintenance. The high-intensity shooting just now caused great damage to the firearm, so it must be disassembled, cleaned and wiped in time.

In just over ten minutes, the thousand rounds of ammunition in the handbag just now had been emptied for a little while, and other people came over to help reload them, seeing that there was nothing wrong.

And that's not counting the original full magazine.

With so many bullets, it is naturally impossible to shoot headshots. Even so, there are hundreds of corpses scattered on the street in front of you, which makes anyone understand the cruelty of the battle.

What's more, more than [-]% of this is the "results" of Wei Xu alone.

"Jonathan, what did you originally do?" Gil also started to take care of the big black star in his hand, and asked by the way. "I have been working as a firefighter for more than four years -" Wei Xu remembered that he was only 15 years old in his life, and quickly added with a smile, "Our home is next to the fire brigade. I have played with them since I was a child. I know more about it. I have a gun." Just practice more is enough.”

"Are you kidding? Your firefighters—oh, sorry, I remembered that your firefighters belong to the army." Gilton took a moment to react.

"Eh—yes!" Wei Xu was just looking for an excuse to go around, anyway, no one knew what he was talking about, so he remembered for a while, the world is still in 1998, and the firefighters are indeed soldiers, "Are you What's the matter? Where's your own gun?"

"My gun was broken just now. Today's battle was too intense." Jill stopped, frowned and rubbed her sore wrist.

"Your firearm reliability requirements are still not enough." Wei Xu said with a smile.

The performance of GLOCK17 is beyond doubt, and the nominal lifespan is higher than that of Huaxia products, but in actual high-intensity use, the performance cannot reach the theoretical level.

Especially in the case of high-intensity continuous shooting and continuous overheating of the barrel, the all-plastic casing of the GLOCK series is likely to be damaged due to rough use, and such examples are not uncommon.

As a comparison, although the lifespan of the Black Star pistol is only about [-] rounds, the standard for this lifespan calibration is "it can still be used after shooting so many shots in one go".

A large part of the reason why the U.S. Marine Corps insists on using M1911 as a standard pistol is also here, because neither M9 nor GOLCK are as durable as pure steel products such as M1911.

"Usually it works very well, but I didn't expect that there would be a problem at this time." Jill said distressedly.

"Also, what's the matter with your weapons?" Wei Xu looked at the firearms of the surrounding police officers in confusion. They were all kinds of pistols, and shotguns and submachine guns were already big items.

There are only three M4 carbines, which are common support weapons in American SWAT. The problem is that there are more than 40 police officers alive on the scene.

"Director Irons yesterday ordered the supply of more powerful weapons to the various departments below, and most of the rifles and shotguns have been issued." The little policewoman just said in a low voice.

It was only then that Wei Xu remembered that Director Irons was an insider or a pervert, and he belonged to the type who deserved to die. It seemed that he needed to find an opportunity to arrange him.

"Jonathan, you still have strength, right?" Jill suddenly turned her head and looked at Wei Xu, who had finished wiping and maintaining the gun and was reassembling it.

"Of course, it was just a trivial matter just now. Why, is there still a fight?" Wei Xu subconsciously looked at the magazines and drums that had been fully reloaded.

"No, the fighting on the street is over, but back in the room, I'm waiting to continue fighting with you!" Jill said with a smile.

The surrounding police officers immediately burst into laughter and whistles.

Wei Xu stared at Jill speechlessly. As a modern Chinese, he has lived in the world of "Red Mansion" for so many years, and he is really not used to discussing bedroom topics in front of so many people.

On the contrary, Europe and the United States are more open to such things. Letting off together after the war is a very common decompression measure in itself.

"Oh, it seems that you little guys have done a good job." In the midst of embarrassment, a voice came from behind, and a tall white man with a beer belly walked over with a smile.

"Chief Irons." Everyone, including Jill, turned around and greeted him. As the leader of the entire Raccoon City Police Department, at least he did a good job on the surface.

"Okay, don't worry, your excellent performance today has brought the place back to normal and peaceful, and as the police chief, I will arrange a day off for all of you.

Don't worry about the situation in the city. Although the performance of the little guys in other places is not as good as yours, they are all pretty good, but there are a lot of wounded.

We still have a lot of left-behind personnel in the police station. They will be responsible for tomorrow's work. You just need to rest well.

The day after tomorrow, everyone will return to the team in time. Also, your field allowance for this month will be doubled, which is what you deserve! A few words from Irons made the audience cheer!
But Wei Xu and Jill looked at each other, and they both realized that something was wrong!

"Director Irons, the situation is still very tense now, we can't let go of the vacation like this, these virus-infected people." Jill couldn't bear it in the end, and came forward to continue persuading.

"Jill Valentine, you are still under suspension, today is just a special situation, and you will continue to follow the procedures from tomorrow!

Also, hand over your gun, now, right now! "Arons interrupted her directly.

"Fack!" Jill turned and left after annoyed a curse, ignoring Irons' order at all.

(End of this chapter)