Doomsday! Choose two out of six. Are you serious?

The enemy was in a hurry.

"One against five, safety comes first."

In an instant, Qin Hao took two steps back, closed the security door, and inserted the bolt.

Then he leaned against the security door, put the dog-leg knife into the scabbard hanging on his side, and exchanged the Colt Python revolver for it.

A very beautiful revolver.

There was also a holster and a box of .357 Magnum bullets, which contained exactly fifty bullets.

Bang~Bang~Bang~~

The five zombies had already rushed to the security door, waving their arms and began to smash the door.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll send you on your way soon." Qin Hao used his body to support the shaking safety door, hung the holster on his waist, then took out six bullets and began to stuff bullets into the revolver's cylinder.

After stuffing all the bullets in, he gently shook his hand, and the cylinder instantly returned to its position, and turned the cylinder a few times to ensure that it would not get stuck.

Then he stuffed the remaining bullets into his jacket pocket.

"Hu~ Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, don't be nervous, don't be nervous."

Qin Hao, who was a little nervous, leaned against the safety door and took a few deep breaths, then pushed the firing pin away, held the revolver tightly and prepared.

Open the safety door directly.

Then he quickly ran to the corner of the stairs.

"Roar!"

The safety door was pushed open by the zombies in an instant.

A zombie with a rotten face rushed over waving his arms and rushed towards Qin Hao who retreated to the stairs.

"Fuck you!"

With a curse, Qin Hao raised the revolver in his hand and pulled the trigger at the zombie's head.

At a distance of two or three meters, it was difficult to miss.

Bang!

The bullet accurately shot into the zombie's forehead.

The impact of the bullet directly knocked the zombie back several steps, blocking the steps of the two or three zombies behind.

"Nice! Enjoyable!"

Looking at the cards floating out of the zombie's head and flying into his mind, Qin Hao showed an excited smile on his face.

He continued to turn the firing pin, aimed at the second zombie and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

After knocking the second zombie to the ground.

Qin Hao quickly stepped back a few steps, distanced himself from the zombie, aimed again, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

After five shots, all five zombies were shot in the head and fell down.

After shaking his hands that were numb from the recoil, Qin Hao raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous just now.

After all, he was facing five zombies.

That was because the distance between the two sides was only two or three meters, otherwise, he might not be able to accurately hit the zombies' heads.

Not sure if the gunshots had alarmed other survivors or zombies, Qin Hao did not continue to search for supplies on the fourth floor.

Instead, he hid at the corner of the stairs, carefully observing the bottom, and occasionally looking up at the stairs above his head.

At the same time, he took out five bullets to fill the cylinder of the revolver.

Soon.

He found that there seemed to be a figure flashing between the gaps in the stairs above his head, which should be Tingting or Lingling.

At the same time.

There was also a messy sound of footsteps downstairs.

Faintly, several zombies can be seen running upstairs.

"Good, it saves me from looking for you."

Qin Hao's mouth curled up slightly, raised his revolver with both hands, and aimed at the stairs below.

One minute later.

A zombie entered Qin Hao's sight.

"Roar!"

Bang!

When the zombie roared and pounced on him, Qin Hao aimed directly at the zombie's head and pulled the trigger.

Immediately afterwards.

The second and third zombies rushed up one after another, waving their arms, trying to tear Qin Hao into pieces.

But...

What greeted them were cold bullets.

Bang!

Bang!

After the three zombies died, no more zombies appeared.

After waiting quietly in the stairwell for five or six minutes, and confirming that no zombies continued to appear, Qin Hao put the revolver back into the holster and pulled out the dog-leg knife.

After all, he had limited bullets and couldn't waste them too much. He had to save them for critical moments.

He stood there and waited for two or three minutes again.

He walked cautiously toward the fourth floor, opened the security door and walked into the corridor.

At this time, in the corridor on the eleventh floor.

Tingting fell in a pool of blood, her eyes wide open, her face full of scratches, obviously no longer breathing.

Lingling, who had just returned from the stairwell, had messy hair, scratches all over her face, and blood all over her body.

Some of her own, and some of Tingting's.

In her bloody hand was a broken utility knife, which was dripping with blood.

The other half of the utility knife was inserted into Tingting's neck.

"You bastard, you deserve to die!" After glaring at the dead Tingting, Lingling leaned over and picked up the oatmeal that fell on the ground.

Then, she pulled off the stockings on Tingting's legs, walked into the bathroom, and began to wash and wipe the blood on her face.

And took out a few Band-Aids from her schoolbag and put them on the small cut on her arm.

Finally, she cleaned the utility knife and took out a new blade from her schoolbag to replace it.

"Humph! I must survive in this world! I must!" Looking at herself in the mirror, Lingling showed a sick smile on her face.

Then, she picked up the oatmeal on the side, walked out of the bathroom, and walked towards the office next to her.

After entering the office.

She walked to the water dispenser, made a cup of oatmeal with the hot water inside, and then took out a piece of bread from her schoolbag, sat on the chair and ate it in small bites.

After eating and drinking.

Lingling reached out and picked up a pack of napkins from the desk next to her, took out a few from it and wiped the crumbs on the corners of her mouth.

Then she stuffed the remaining oatmeal and the napkins into her schoolbag.

"Brother Qin Hao, I'm coming to find you now. I'll kill zombies with you, hehe~" Lingling stood up, walked out of the room with a morbid smile on her face.

At this time, Lingling, who was already suffering from severe depression, had become a little mentally abnormal after accidentally killing Tingting.

On the other side.

Qin Hao didn't know that Lingling had killed Tingting and was coming to find him.

After searching all the offices on the fourth floor.

He only found two sandwiches and a small bag of pistachios.

He moved a stool, sat next to the water dispenser, and filled a glass of water with a disposable paper cup.

He ate the two sandwiches and a small bag of pistachios directly.

Rested for a while.

After recovering his strength, Qin Hao stood up and walked to the window to observe the outside.

Below is a commercial street.

There were messy debris and stalls lying on the ground everywhere, and some vehicles were parked in the middle of the road, and some even crashed into electric poles.

Obviously.

There must have been some chaos on this commercial street.

Some scattered zombies were wandering aimlessly on the commercial street.

Looking at both sides of the street.

Both sides of the commercial street were basically some large and small office buildings, apartments, and two-story shops.

After careful observation.

Qin Hao returned to the water dispenser and sat down. After drinking a glass of water, he summoned the system interface and directly opened all the eight cards he had obtained before.