Chapter 372: D3 weapon

The dirty little hand didn't stay on the handle for even a second, but crossed the pistol to the gun strap attached to the thigh. The leather gun had three small ones in addition to the holster. The rectangular leather clip case, the small hand lightly unlocked a dark button that was nailed to the holster like a rivet, and the thumb was gripped with a 9 mm pistol clip on the index finger.
A heavy magazine with 15 rounds of bullets fell into the hands of the cockroach, his eyes brightened, his hands quickly shrunk, and the clips in his hands went straight to his pocket.
Seeing that the magazine was about to be put in the pocket, a big hand full of daddy held his small hand with a clip, and he looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was beside him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at him and caught him with the current shackles. His five senses were amazing. He knew when he licked the holster gently, and he did not say anything. I just want to see what I want to do.
I know that I didn't move the NP22, but the target was a 9mm cartridge. This Zhang Xiaoqiang was a bit stunned. I watched the dexterous unwinding bullets and touched the clips.
"Why are you stealing this thing? Is it better to steal a pistol, at least it can be played?" Zhang Xiaoqiang did not look at the mountain again. The D3 zombies that could not be killed by the artillery rockets would not be so easy to die, even if they died. It is also beneficial and harmless. Zhang Xiaoqiang is sharing his experience with him.
I still didn't talk, and I took out a maintenance-type oil-shining 77-type pistol from the small bag in my waist. Zhang Xiaoqiang understood that the student had a Chinese-style Spartan training camp. Each of them will receive a pistol. This pistol is their toy. The base asks them to love the pistol as much as their own eyeballs. Everyone puts the pistol maintenance first in the first place.
With pistols, they naturally want to try the feeling of shooting. But without bullets, they can only watch the pistol sigh, so the members of the machine gun group fell down, and every moment must be guarded by children. Stealing bullets, Zhang Xiaoqiang is encouraged to take the attitude, the future environment may be even worse, the students have to find a way to steal and try to use their own materials to equip themselves.
Therefore, the players must not punish the students for any reason, so the students will intensify, because according to the new regulations of the training camp, as long as you can hand in a bullet, there will be three more bullets when shooting, which is in disguise. Encourage the crazy theft of the students, and the rules of the players are not to drop a bullet, the material supply of the month is reduced by one layer, and ten less, then you will drink porridge every day.
The farce that originally happened to the players actually happened to Zhang Xiaoqiang, and he was a little bit sorrowful. He said to him: "The bullet is correct. You can make a mistake. You can only play a small pistol with seven bullets. Don't go in, don't steal it next time, want to shoot directly with me."
After saying that Zhang Xiaoqiang installed the clips and went back to the mountain, he took a look at his little pistol, and the baby’s clothes were returned to his own bag. The more the eyes were aimed at the ninety-two style of Huang Quan’s waist. On the pistol holster, looking at the handle of the nine used guns, I thought about it.
Huang Quan didn't know that his pistol had been sighted. At this moment, he was killing with his eyes. No, it should be based on his eyes. He stared at Chen Ye with his burning eyes. Two small flames were in the pupil. Burning, acting like an infatuated innocent boy.
Chen Ye seems to have been immune to Huang Quan’s gaze. Her eyes never fall to Huang Quan. In short, it’s a word. Seeing the zombies in the sky, I don’t look at Huang Quan. Huang Quan wants to conquer Chen Ye. The road is tortuous. Long and long drops.
Compared with Zhang Xiaoqiang, this D3 is obviously more cattle. After experiencing the inability to adapt to the collision, it plucked the right claw and grabbed a D2 calf that had just jumped. Then he licked it. The D2 smashed a circle in front of him like a broom.
The remaining four D2s are pedaling one after another, and the thick body of D2, which has a claw and claws, slammed into their waists. A D2 that just jumped up was smashed in the air by one hundred and eighty degrees. Big flip, it flipped over the air and fell down on the D3.
When it hit the D3, a big claw touched its head and screwed it to the big mouth of D3. A big mouth with sharp fangs bite into its neck and bite down. It’s awkward, the thick neck of D2 is like the steamed duck neck in its mouth, three or two times, in the mouth of D3 big mouth, the seemingly thick neck Just bitten and chewed.
A D2 was bitten by D3, and the other D2s smashed into the corpse like a volleyball. The D3 zombies threw away the D2 zombies that were dead. The headless corpse, struggling to climb from the ground, and the D2 on the right paw, still struggling with the leg, rushed to the corpse.
A D2 corpse, which fell a little closer, stood up and swayed his head~EbookFREE.me~ Not waiting for it to be fully awake, a D2 that was danced in the air hit it. Just let the two D2 slick heads hit a big bang with a "touch".
The head of this unfortunate D2 was twisted and twisted more than a hundred degrees in an instant. While the neck bones were crisp, the D2 was flew up and flew to the distance.
D3 waving the D2 type zombie that he used as a broom is very cool. It seems that it is more efficient to use this D2 zombie as a weapon than to use a barbarian collision, just as the monk in the documentary learns to use bones. The stick got rid of the identity of the beast, and the D3 zombie also used D2 as a weapon to continue to charge the corpse.
This time, with the D3 zombies waving, the zombies flying out are no longer the previous ten or twenty, but a fan and a fan fly out, the zombies flying in the air have increased several times, from the previous The scattered and scattered turned into a raindrop and fell toward the Dead Sea.
Ten or twenty zombies flying in the sea can not shake the zombie sea, because they are arranged too densely, even if there are zombies flying to kneel, they can absorb the impact of the flying, and the rows are in groups The zombies are not flying in the same breath. The rows of zombies are like giant woods that are connected together. The strength is far greater than the maximum capacity of the corpses standing in a row.
The former stern and rigorous, heavy mountain-like corpses are like wheat fields that have been blown by the wind. A piece of zombies rushes to the ground one after another. The corpses that are ambushed indirectly block the progress of the corpses behind.
In the mistaken collision, D3 obviously felt that the pressure and resistance brought by the corpse sea was rapidly getting smaller. D3 made an exclamation of excitement, and the speed could not help but speed up a few points. As it progressed faster, Z-type The pressure on the zombies has increased.