Survival: My companion is not serious

"Kill them and kill them!" Xia Ke said without hesitation.

Usually in this situation, Xia Ke would choose to frown, turn around and leave instead of being dragged into the whirlpool.

But this time it’s different, the store is too important to them and they must not let it get lost!

“I understand.” Celestine nodded, then lowered her head and quickly tapped the tablet with her slender white fingers.

As Celestine clicked, the tablet screen instantly turned into a radar map with them as the center, and the surrounding zombies turned into a densely packed red dot.

Start battle mode!

After Celestine pressed the final confirmation button, the dozen or so machine guns mounted on the roof began to spew out hot flames.

The metal storm formed by the metal bullets instantly turned the zombies close to the truck into a hornet's nest. Under the powerful impact, the originally strong bones were instantly broken and shattered. Groups of zombies were knocked to the ground by the powerful firepower.

At this moment, the fragility and powerlessness of carbon-based organisms under modern automatic firepower are truly demonstrated.

Like in some zombie blockbusters, it is so stupid for zombies to rely on their large amount of flesh and blood to break through a military fortress.

The truly scary thing about zombies is not their fearlessness of death or their indiscriminate use of food, but their infectiousness and transmissibility.

Otherwise, given the strength of the zombies, with sufficient modern firepower and ammunition, it would be a shame to say that.

A pack of cigarettes and a Gatling gun to guard an alley for a day.

However, they were very tenacious and did not fall to the ground and die. Those zombies that had not suffered direct damage to the brain and important motor centers were still struggling to crawl over.

When they heard the noise of Shak driving a truck, many zombies turned to look at Shak. Many zombies even gave up besieging the store and rushed towards the direction of Shak's truck.

The situation seems a little bad.

Chapter 30: Apocalypse

Everything was just as Shaq had imagined. The zombies' flesh and blood had no ability to resist the metal storm of modern firepower.

Even though there were hundreds of them on the other side, and it looked like a tide of zombies from a distance, in fact, under heavy firepower, the surging tide of zombies was like the summer homework of an eraser, or like dominoes that were pushed down, falling down in large numbers.

The zombies that originally seemed densely packed were torn into pieces by the fierce firepower in less than half an hour.

Fortunately, there were a few that survived but were beaten to pieces by the machine guns with amazing firepower. They could only crawl on the ground, without the bones or strength to stand up.

The future fate of these guys is that when Shak leaves, he will buy a few barrels of fuel and spill it on the ground, and then spill it all over the streets before leaving, and then set fire to purify the streets.

After all, I will come to this place often in the future. Leaving such a pile of broken meat on the ground to rot and ferment naturally and return to the earth will take time!

After being roasted in a fierce fire, it cannot be said to be burned cleanly, but at least the burnt smell of barbecued meat is stronger than the rancid smell of rotten meat.

"Then don't go down. To be honest, the environment outside is suitable for you to watch." After parking the car in front of the store, Xia Ke pressed a button, and the curtains inside the truck slowly fell down, covering the scene outside the window.

"Okay, I understand." Celestine nodded obediently and didn't try to be stubborn and insist on taking a look.

He knew that Xia Ke was protecting him. Even if he really wanted to see it, he could just watch it secretly later. Even if the other party found out, he wouldn't blame him. There was no need for him to have an unpleasant experience with Xia Ke here.

Shaq didn't care whether Celestine really listened to him. It was not an important matter anyway, so he didn't take it to heart.

After giving a few more instructions, Xia Ke opened the car door, faced the smell of blood with an expressionless face, took out a pistol and randomly shot at the zombies that were not yet dead.

Although it doesn't matter if you don't kill him, and the other party won't feel any pain, but to be honest, it's quite disgusting to see him lying on the ground and squirming.

It would be better to just turn the other party into a pair of minced meat.

However, they were no longer a threat, so Xia Ke did not continue to pay attention to them. Instead, he killed a few zombies near the door and strode towards the gate.

Strangely enough, the door that had been tightly closed when facing the tide of zombies actually opened directly after sensing Xia Ke's arrival.

Xia Ke didn't hesitate at all and walked straight in.

However, just after entering the store, a strong wind suddenly came from behind the door, carrying a black, smelly, bloody wooden sword with a force that seemed to smash Shak's head.

Demacia!

This famous scene subconsciously came to Xia Ke's mind, but it did not affect his body's resistance and defense.

Even though he had noticed in a split second that the owner of the wooden sword suddenly changed its direction for some reason and did not choose to attack his head, but instead attacked his shoulder.

But this did not affect his defensive counterattack. Faced with this sudden attack, ordinary people might panic, but as a veteran who had fought for hundreds of years, Xia Ke, even if he spent most of his time sitting in the rear and doing logistics, it did not mean that he had never fought in the battlefield.

On the contrary, Shak has fought many times and has rich experience in both unarmed and armed combat.

There is no way. Even if we have entered the interstellar age, in a world where everything depends on tactics and gangs, and in the end, you still have to rely on explosive bombs and hand-to-hand combat with chainsaws and power swords, you will be embarrassed to survive without a few special skills in the cold weapon area.

Xia Ke simply ignored the wooden sword that was chopping at him, and instead kicked hard in the direction of the opponent, as if he was going to exchange injury for injury.

"boom!"

However, the result was quite surprising.

The wooden sword stopped strangely when it was less than ten centimeters away from Xia Ke, as if it had encountered some invisible resistance.

Psychic!

But the opponent's attack stopped, which did not mean that Shaq could stop attacking.

But he seemed to have underestimated his own strength, or rather, he overestimated his opponent. With just one kick, his opponent was sent flying, hit the wall, and finally bounced to the ground, curled up and unable to move.

"Who are you!"

It can be seen that the girl on the ground is wearing a neon-style school uniform, a white top with a green long skirt, and her purple hair is loose, which makes Xia Ke look down on her appearance.

Xia Ke pointed the gun directly at the other person, as if he was going to pull the trigger in the next second.

Originally, Xia Ke should have pulled the trigger without hesitation when dealing with these attackers, but considering that the other party had not shown the slightest intention to kill him, and even after realizing that he was a normal person, they temporarily changed direction and did not want his name.

Xia Ke was willing to give the other party a chance to convince himself to interview him.

Of course, the most important thing is that the wind can actually enter the store.

He seemed to know the truth about the "Dead Rising" vaguely.

"Bushima-san!"

At this moment, another figure who had been hiding in the corner suddenly jumped out, ran anxiously to the figure that had just been kicked away by Xia Ke, and looked at the figure curled up on the ground with some concern.

"……………………"

Wait, what was her name just now?

Poison Island?

Blonde hair, big breasts.

Purple hair, wooden sword.

The strange surname made Xia Ke subconsciously look at the two of them, and their somewhat distinctive features made Xia Ke seem to vaguely guess each other's identities.

This made him feel a little bit annoyed.

"I said, why are you..."

Just as Shaq had guessed, after checking the condition of the girl curled up on the ground, the blonde woman immediately turned around and began to blame Shaq.

However, before she could finish her words, the muzzle of a gun, emitting a faint smell of heat and gunpowder, was pointed at her head.

"Now, I ask you questions."

"How did you..."

"name!"

"I……"

"boom!"

"name!"

"Shizuka Tachibana..."

"her name!"

"Dushima-chan..."

"…………"

Academy Apocalypse.

Tsk, it’s exactly what I thought.

Chapter 31 Contact

The Academy Apocalypse or the Shake Apocalypse is created by...

Well, it was a bit too long ago. For Xia Ke, who had already reincarnated through three worlds, it didn't matter that he couldn't remember who drew this thing and in what year.

Because it was too meaningless to him and he didn't need to spend time to remember it.

If he remembered correctly, this work seemed to be about survival in the apocalypse, and Xia Ke's only impression of this work seemed to be breasts dodging bullets... I don't know if it was from this work.

But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter whether that thing is there or not. What matters now is why they are here... Well, that’s not important either.

I don’t even know why I came to this world, so why should the other party want to know?

And what if you know?

Should I return to the 40K world and continue 'Waaaaaa'?

Or should we go back to the starting point and go into the factory to screw in the screws?

Forget it, Xia Ke doesn’t have any so-called obsession to go home.

He believes in the principle of making the best of one's situation and letting the interests of the head come first.

If the store clerk now gives him a choice of pressing a button to blow up the earth in exchange for a truckload of resources, then any hesitation for even a second would be disrespectful to that truckload of resources.

So far, even though he has regained his human body, Shak's behavior pattern is still subconsciously based on the behavior pattern of the orc he has been for the longest time, but he is relatively more rational and calm.

To Shak, there was no difference between killing one person and killing billions of people on a planet.

This does not mean that Shaq is a happy butcher who disregards life and enjoys killing. On the contrary, he respects life very much.

In his eyes, one life and countless lives are equivalent.

The only difference is that you have to see whether you are familiar with this life and whether you have any grudge against it.

If Xia Ke had to make a choice between a stranger and the lives of 10 billion people.

As long as there is one enemy of Shak among these 10 billion people, then the stranger on the other side will immediately be promoted to Shak's inseparable sibling, beloved brother.

Ahem, I've gone off topic. There aren't 10 billion people and one person for Xia Ke to choose from, and the store clerk won't give him that button that would give him a truckload of resources for free. Thinking about these things is purely idle.

Looking at Shizuka Tachibana, who was extremely terrified but still insisted on protecting Busujima behind him, Shaku didn't say much. Instead, he nodded and put away the gun. He didn't continue to embarrass the other party, but turned and walked towards the store clerk.

He now seemed to understand why the store, which was supposed to be an invincible unit, was besieged by a tide of zombies.

"Bushima-san, Busujima-san, are you okay?! Wait a minute, I'll heal you now."

Seeing that Xia Ke just asked a few simple questions and didn't pay much attention to her, Shizuka Tachibana quickly turned around and anxiously checked Busujima Yaji's injuries.

Her innocent personality makes her very strong-willed, allowing her to quickly ignore external threats and get rid of fear.

"No, it's okay, Teacher Tachibana, I'm fine..." Feeling a little relieved, Busujima raised his head with difficulty and gave an anxious smile with some force.

The bone seemed to be cracked a little, but fortunately it was not broken.

Feeling the condition of his own body, Busujima Yaji quickly made a rough assessment and forced himself to comfort the somewhat anxious Tachibana Gawa Shizuka next to him.

After turning over and sitting against the wall, Busujima Yazi continued to remind him, "But compared to those things, shouldn't you be more concerned about the situation of the dead bodies outside? Please, teacher..."

"Oh, right, close the door!" Shizuka Tachibana had an expression of sudden enlightenment, and quickly stood up and walked towards the door, complaining as she walked, "Really, Mr. Bandit didn't even know to close the door before coming in, what if a corpse rushes in?"

Dudao Yazi "………………"

I just wanted you to check the situation. Who told you to close the door?!

Looking at the hurried back of Shizuka Tachibana, Busujima smiled helplessly, and then turned his head to Xia Ke who had already started communicating with the store clerk.

She had also heard the intense and intensive gunfire outside the hospital just now. She had indeed experienced the difficulty of corpses, but she was still a flesh and blood body after all.

Under such intensive and sustained firepower, even an iron man would be turned into scrap metal, let alone a pile of dead bodies which are essentially flesh and blood.

Although she is a master of kendo and has a hidden passion for fighting and bloodlust, before she relied on her physical fitness to make a living, she was still an excellent student with both good character and good academic performance.

She knew better than anyone how powerless the carbon-based bodies were in the face of guns.

There is an insurmountable gap between being armed and being unarmed, let alone holding a gun.