Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

Just like what Li Minwei said, the road is being built here, and for this reason, the clothing street that should have had a lot of traffic is closed at this time.And there are only sporadic zombies transformed from road construction workers on the road.

As for Moze, who felt that ordinary zombies were cute because he had seen too many weird special infected people, he still mercilessly broke the necks of the three zombies at the door and stood on the half-dried cement with sticky feet Yelling: "Which one of you got a key to open the shutter door? I don't want to dismantle it violently!"

The black off-road vehicle slowly drove up to Mo Ze. Wang Maowei rubbed his hands, removed a bunch of keys from his waist, separated a cylindrical key, and handed it to Mo Ze.

Pushing the shutter door to the top, the cold and harsh smell of the metal rushed back the step Moze took.The room is big but not spacious.

Two heavy machine tools covered with black oil stains and dark red rust were placed in the corner against the wall, and dozens of long swords and short knives of various shapes were erected on the iron frame next to the machine tools.Further inward, there was a shelf full of metal parts.

The girls in Li Minwei's family have long been accustomed to the metal smell in the hardware store. Two girls of similar ages jumped and lay on the innermost counter, and found a box of hard fruit with only half of it left. Sugar, happily stuffed into his mouth.

The few people who swarmed into the store were attracted by the strange weapons hanging on the wall. Peng Ruyun looked at the two pink daggers painted with cherry blossoms, covered her mouth in amazement, and carefully took them out of the iron frame. Put them down, and asked Wang Maowei with a proud expression: "You...you did this?"

It's hard to imagine that two rough men who are about 1.8 meters tall can make such a pair of daggers that look like works of art.

A white jade-like translucent hard object forms the handle of the dagger, and the tip is very sharp. With a few light pokes with your fingers, you can feel the critical feeling that it is about to pierce the skin.The blade is light blue like the blue sky, which sets off the complete or incomplete pink cherry blossoms more delicately and realistically.

Like delicate petals floating slowly from the treetops after a breeze.

The two daggers were very light, and Mo Ze took them over and weighed them. Together, the two daggers were not as heavy as the daggers that were simulated by cold words.However, according to Wang Maowei's explanation, the two daggers are props for a girl who loves anime, and she said they are going to dance "House Dance Thousands of Cherry Blossoms".

Thinking about it this way, the props needed for dancing must not be as heavy as real weapons.At that time, halfway through the dance, I can't lift my hands. Isn't this a self-defeating thing?

But seeing Peng Ruyun's unwillingness to let go of the two daggers, Mo Ze took back the reminder that sounded a bit unpleasant.

Li Minwei, on the other hand, took the two daggers from Peng Ruyun's hands that didn't seem to be sharpened, put them on the grinding wheel, and said sincerely: "If you want to use it, you have to sharpen it. Self-defense is still very useful, and Something that looks so beautiful is rarely seen as a dangerous item."

Lan Zijian was fascinated by a sword that was two fingers wide and half an arm long, until Mo Ze slapped him twice, then turned around in a daze, and smirked "Hehe": "Mo Ze Ah, do you mind if I carry this knife as a melee weapon?"

"Are you asking me?" She raised her eyebrows in amazement, what Mo Ze didn't expect was that Lan Zijian would ask himself such a question, and said in confusion, "You can decide for yourself, why ask me?"

"That's why you know a lot! Hehe..." Lan Zijian looked down at the ssm76 on his chest for a while, and shook his head in self-denial: "No, it's too difficult to shoot with such a knife. No... eh?! Is there a bayonet here?"

Originally, it was just a casual question, but Lan Zijian also knew that if daggers and other various cold weapons could be fooled with props or survival supplies.But bayonets are definitely controlled knives stipulated in the law. Lan Zijian doesn't have much hope for this hardware store that can be seen through at a glance.

But Lan Zi forgot that the bayonet is a controlled knife, but in essence it is just a short knife with different functions and shapes.Just find a corner and let it go to escape the surprise inspection of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

After receiving the standard bayonet from Wang Maowei, which can be directly mounted on the guide rail under the muzzle, Lan Zijian excitedly raised the modified assault rifle in his hand and screamed strangely.

"Wow! Magic modification ssm76! I finally have a melee weapon!"

The rolling door had been pulled to the lowest level by Chen Simeng, no matter how loud Lan Zijian screamed, the zombies could only howl through a layer of iron.What's more, the noise of working in the hardware store is inherently loud. Li Minwei, who had taken this into consideration long ago, discussed with his in-laws and laid a thick layer of soundproof bricks during the renovation.

Even if Lan Zijian held a solo concert in a closed hardware store, the zombies outside had to press their ears to the door to hear what Lan Zijian sang.

Moze didn't choose those seemingly dazzling weapons. The dagger that was always kept on his waist was the best weapon.

Not only because it was "given" to me coldly, although the way of giving it was a bit unique, I still pulled it out from my chest in the end.But no matter what, it was a gift from Leng Yan, and Moze believed that he had searched the entire hardware store, and he would definitely not be able to find a sharp weapon that could not cut a gap with this short knife.

The two daggers on Chen Simeng's body are not counted, they are also the imitation products of the prototype body.

Mo Ze fell into longing for Leng Yan, Chen Simeng looked at Mo Ze in a daze, Lan Zijian turned off the safety of the gun and stabbed randomly in the air with a bayonet.

The dagger that Peng Ruyun was looking at was sharply worn at this moment, and she was using the dagger to trim her too long bangs.Although the bangs that blocked her vision would make Peng Ruyun look more effeminate and attractive, she was more attractive to men.But she couldn't let her see the direction of the zombie's attack at a critical moment.

Yao Ping?He doesn't seem to have any special interest in cold weapons, but has been studying the various spare parts scattered on the metal rack in the inner position. Those cold and lifeless metal cubes seem to let him see something. Gradually raised his hands, and tentatively assembled the parts on the shelf.

"Ah!!!" The ear-piercing scream broke the silence in the hardware store, Moze drew out his gun suddenly, and rushed behind the counter with the dagger in his backhand.

Chen Simeng held four table knives in both hands, stood at the angle with the widest view, stared closely at Mo Ze who was rushing over, and wanted to provide remote support when he needed help most.

Lan Zijian was the third to react, squatted down, and asked nervously: "Moze! What is it?"

There was a three-second silence, and when Lan Zijian couldn't help but wanted to get up and walk towards Mo Ze who was facing the corner without saying a word or moving, a second scream of pain came out.

"It hurts! It hurts! Mo Xiaoshou, let go!"

"Let go?! You're ok screaming shit in this situation! Are you trying to scare us all to death!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But I'm really happy!" Lowering her head aggrievedly, Qian Qiuxue tightly clutched a long scythe wrapped in black cloth, and was dragged by Mo Ze's ears out of the equivalent of an internal trading room entrance corner.

It was a sinister and elegant sickle, although it didn't want to be able to participate in actual combat, but it was enough to shock ordinary people who had no idea about close combat.

The sickle blade is very long, about seventy centimeters in length.At the same time, it is also very tall, held in the hand of Qian Qiuxue who is about 1.6 meters five, and is a head taller than her.

Mo Ze, who was standing next to Qian Qiuxue, happened to be pointed at his throat by the curved knife point, and stretched out his hand in dissatisfaction, turned the red sickle that had already been sharpened at first sight, and was sharpened, and squinted at Wang Maowei and Li Minwei. eyes.

It means wondering why they have such weapons.

The blade of the sickle ranges from wide to narrow, and should be fifteen centimeters at its widest point.In the opposite direction of the interface connecting the sickle blade and the handle, there are three other sharp protrusions from long to short.It looked like a peacock's feathers. Except for the snow-white blade that appeared after being polished, the rest of the scythe was crimson with a gradual change in color.

There is obviously a foldable mechanism on the long handle, but Qian Qiuxue hasn't noticed it yet.

Li Minwei thought about it for a while with a smile, and said seriously: "I can't remember clearly, it seems that there was a person who said he wanted a weapon that was the same as the flying one, so I beat it according to the blueprint. .As a result, he said that the scale of the drawing was wrong, so he put the sickle on me."

Looking sideways at the long sickle, Moze couldn't help but want to know what kind of hobby this is, that he would ask the blacksmith to make such a hideous sickle.

Although there is no power supply, two of the three automatic machine tools in the hardware store have become useless cold decorations, but the remaining dusty manual machine tool is still barely capable of processing weapons. .

Grinding the dozens of table knives brought out from the hotel on the hand-cranked grinding wheel, Chen Simeng looked at the serrations that gradually became shiny and smooth, and hummed happily.

If it is said that these metal knives before, it takes a lot of strength to reach the level of killing zombies with one blow.Now Chen Simeng only needs to aim at the zombie's head and throw the knife in his hand, and he can hear the dull sound of the target falling to the ground.

Wang Maowei stroked the newly grown prickly beard on his chin with his callused fingers, and looked at Chen Simeng effortlessly shaking the handle of the grinding wheel with some surprise.

This machine tool has been useless for some time, not to mention whether the wheel shaft is rusty, when he was going to turn the grinding wheel to polish the two daggers for Peng Ruyun just now, his hands felt too dry and hard to use.

Wang Maowei's thinking did not last too long, because on the other side of the shelf, Yao Ping was holding a strange weapon in the shape of a bow and crossbow, and walked towards him with a smile on her face.It is obvious that he has seen that the long metal strip in his hand is missing some important parts, which is the body of the crossbow.

There is no trigger, no bowstring, no clips for attaching wires.Wang Maowei was a little amazed that this young man who was with that group of scumbags last night could actually see that this was the prototype of a weapon.

"Young man, what's your name?" Taking a toolbox from the table next to the machine tool, Wang Maowei clamped several screws and springs in the right place with his fingers, pulled three metal wires, and bypassed the springs. The buckle is tightly fixed on the rectangular crossbow body.

"I... Yao Ping... can you give me this crossbow? I know how to use it!"