Heaven-defying gun god system

Chapter 2 Exercise methods that everyone knows

Clean pots, pots, bowls, bathtubs and fill them with water.

After thinking about it, Shandy washed the empty bottles and jars and used them to hold water.

I looked around, took out the contents of the refrigerator, and filled the refrigerator with water.

After taking a hot bath, Shandy changed his clothes. Feeling unsafe, he reinforced the windows.

Judging from the situation just now, zombies don't have IQ, and they obviously don't know how to climb pipes to go upstairs.

Zombies will not climb over the wall, and it is difficult to guarantee that the survivors will not be malicious.

After sleeping in bed, Shandy ate two pieces of bread and drank a jug of milk.

"The pistol bullets increased by eight, and I only slept for eight hours?"

With the bullets left over from before, he only has 23 bullets.

Shandy, who was seriously short of bullets, turned on the system on a whim.

In one thought, the item exchange page flashed.

"And a search function? Not bad."

With a heartbeat, the bullet exchange page suddenly appeared.

"A little number of kills can be exchanged for a magazine full of bullets?"

"Now you don't have to worry about running out of bullets."

Go to the window, draw the curtains, and open the window.

He dropped a bowl casually, and a crisp sound followed.

Zombies ran over following the sound.

In order to ensure the hit rate and kill more zombies with fewer bullets, Shangdi threw several bowls one after another. He didn't start to attack until there were more than [-] zombies below.

"Bang!" sounded, the bullets shot down, and a flower of tainted blood bloomed.

"Miss hit the head, come again!"

Bullets went straight to the zombie's head.

"Fill out 23 bullets, kill three zombies, and earn!"

In one thought, the number of kills changed from eight to seven.

Putting on a magazine full of bullets, Shandi looked at the fifty or so zombies on the ground, aimed at the one in the middle that couldn't move, and attacked the zombie's head again and again.

"Three shots and it's done, and I've made money again."

Is it luck?Or is the marksmanship more accurate?Shandy didn't know, and didn't bother to think about it.

One point of kills can be exchanged for twenty bullets, and three bullets killed a zombie. After all, he earned seventeen bullets.

A clip of bullets ran out, and a total of four zombies were killed.

"I have eleven kills. It takes one kill to exchange a magazine of bullets. I don't know how many kills it takes to exchange a pistol?"

With this in mind, Shangdi called out the system and looked at the exchange price of the pistol.

"A point of kills can be exchanged for a pistol?"

Suddenly, an identical pistol appeared in his hand.

After removing the magazine and seeing that it was full of bullets, Shandy couldn't help laughing.

"Ten kills can be exchanged for an assault rifle, [-] kills can be exchanged for a sniper rifle, and [-] kills can be exchanged for a heavy machine gun."

The exchange prices for various items were very unreasonable, but Shangdi was very satisfied.

To exchange for a bottle of mineral water, you need a little number of kills, and to exchange for a pistol, you only need a little number of kills.

"It only takes a few kills to exchange a bulletproof helmet, and only a few kills to exchange a body armor"

Gritting his teeth and closing the page, Shandy continued to shoot zombies.

More than an hour later, with sore hands, he stopped helplessly.

"The number of kills is 26, and there are fifteen bullets left. Exchange it for a pistol as a spare."

The clips cost the same as the pistol, so he wouldn't exchange the clips.

Glancing at the seven empty guns on the ground, Shandy decided to exercise his body.

After firing more than 100 bullets, my hands were so sore and my strength was severely lacking.

"Squats strengthen your legs, push-ups strengthen your waist, and sit-ups strengthen your waist."

"The strength-strengthening movements, combined with the eighth set of radio gymnastics, are very suitable for me now."

Just practice squats, push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups, and it's easy to become a muscular man.

Shandy has always believed that only physical coordination will not affect speed.

Walking to the middle of the living room, he put his head in his hands and began to practice squatting.

"One, two, three 85."

Shandy, with sore legs, turned to push-ups.

"One, two, 38."

Before he could do the push-ups, Shandy was in close contact with the floor tiles.

Walking into the room, he took out a quilt and put it on the floor, and stretched his feet under the bed.

"One, two, three 95."

After doing 95 sit-ups in one breath, Shandi secretly praised his waist strength.

Stand up and practice the eighth set of radio gymnastics over and over again.

The broadcast gymnastics in the previous life was extracted from the national martial arts, and it has a magical effect on physical exercise.

Since martial arts belong to sports, if radio gymnastics had no effect, it would not have become popular in previous lives.

After practicing radio gymnastics for a while, Shandy, who was comfortable all over, grabbed the door beam of the bedroom and practiced pull-ups.

"I can only do fifteen pull-ups at a time, I'm too weak."

After rubbing his arms and legs, Shandy rested for a while, and then went to the window to beat the zombies.

A bullet shot down, and a zombie's head hit the bullet.

"The marksmanship sucks, but I'm lucky."

If the zombie below just shook his head, he wouldn't be able to make the first hit.

After running out of fourteen bullets, Shandy exchanged for another pistol.

Under normal circumstances, he would not use the spare pistol.

After fighting zombies for half an hour, Shandy began to exercise.

Before you know it, dusk arrives as scheduled.

"45 kills, 37 bullets left."

Shangdi, who was sore and unbearable, took a hot bath in a good mood.

"The recoil of an assault rifle is much greater than that of a pistol, so don't exchange it for an assault rifle."

"The sniper rifle has high accuracy and strong recoil, and the exchange price for bullets is too expensive to be worthwhile."

"First collect 1.0 points to kill enemies, then exchange attributes to increase strength by [-]."

Putting on his clothes, Shangdi came to the living room.

"I'm tired of eating milk and bread, how about improving the food?"

In one thought, the number of enemies killed decreased by two points, and there was a plate of twice-cooked pork and a large bowl of rice on the coffee table.

"Twice-cooked pork with a net weight of one catty, and rice with a net weight of one catty, the exchange price is a bit of an enemy."

Smelling the delicious food, Shang Di secretly complained that he did not send a pair of chopsticks.

I went to the kitchen to grab a fork and ate a dinner with relish.

"One catty of twice-cooked pork and one catty of rice are all eaten clean. I can eat too much."

After taking a few sips of high-quality wine full of foreign characters, Shandi lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Repeatedly exercising and shooting during the day, he was sore all over, so he had to borrow alcohol to invigorate his blood.

There were gunshots and screams outside from time to time, and Shandy didn't know when he fell asleep.

"Damn it, there's a power outage, it's troublesome now."

The next morning, he pressed the switch habitually and found that the power was cut off. Shangdi felt a little more worried.

"I don't know night vision. If I encounter enemies at night, I will be in big trouble."

Suppressing worry with pain, Shandy ate the remaining bread and milk.

He came to the window, picked up an empty gun, and threw it down.

Several empty guns were dropped one after another, attracting a large group of zombies.

Hold the gun with both hands, aim at the head of the zombie, and pull the trigger again and again.

His whole body was sore, and his marksmanship had dropped a lot. Fortunately, there were too many zombies, so his luck was not bad.

After struggling for more than half an hour, he fired more than forty rounds of bullets and killed a total of six zombies.

After exercising for more than an hour and resting for more than ten minutes, Shandi shot the zombie again.

In one morning, he killed thirteen zombies successively, earning about eight kill points.

"At two kills for lunch, there are still six kills left."

Braised beef with rice, I ate it.

After drinking a bottle of beer and exercising for a while, Shandy rested for half an hour.

"First hit, good luck!"

Repeating the exercise and shooting, Shandy paused as the sun went down.

(End of this chapter)