Chapter 1 The Airless Police Station

There were no lights on in the police station because the power was out, but it wasn't pitch black. Moonlight filtered through the iron bars and glass of the windows facing the street, barely illuminating some areas. Of course, that was only enough to keep Feng Bujue from being completely blind; most places were still shrouded in darkness.

Feng Bujue ran through the section he had just entered, partly to prevent the blood corpse from suddenly doubling back into the police station, and partly because that area was relatively bright, with light shining through the gap in the wall, illuminating a section of the corridor ahead of him.

The first floor was large, and because there weren't many places with light, it was difficult for Feng Bujue to find the stairs to the second floor in a short amount of time. He groped around in the dim environment, opening any door he touched and checking any unlocked drawers he found on desks, but he couldn't find anything of real use.

Because his vision was limited, his other senses gradually became more acute. Soon, he smelled something: a strong, bloody scent…

He followed the scent to a dark corner, reached out, and touched the wall. It was sticky. He reached down the wall and touched something that felt like… bones? Rotten flesh?

"Hmm… was the head twisted off…" What Feng Bujue was touching was a corpse. The body had nothing above the neck. Feng Bujue was touching a section of the cervical spine exposed to the air.

"I thought the whole city was devoid of living people and missing corpses… There's actually a body here. This police station is definitely strange," Feng Bujue mused.

Finding a corpse didn't scare him. On the contrary, Feng Bujue calmly continued to feel around. Of course, he wasn't trying to confirm the corpse's gender, but to identify the deceased's profession through their clothing.

Feng Bujue quickly discovered shoulder boards on the corpse's clothes, and immediately realized it was a police uniform. He eagerly began to search the body… A few seconds later, Feng Bujue touched a holster, but it was empty. He felt along the corpse's arm towards its hand, and sure enough, he found a handgun in its right hand.

[Name: M1911A1 Pistol]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Common]

[Attack Power: Medium]

[Attribute: None]

[Special Effect: None]

[Equipment Requirements: Firearms Specialization F or Mechanical Specialization F]

[Remarks: This isn't a movie, so remember three things: first, flip off the safety before shooting; second, watch out for the recoil; and third, don't forget to load the bullets.]

Feng Bujue put the gun into his knapsack and continued to search the corpse. He found a flashlight on the corpse's waist. He was overjoyed and picked it up, trying to turn it on, but there was no light. He felt it with his hand and realized that the glass on the flashlight was broken.

Feng Bujue sighed. He wished the flashlight was useful more than the gun, because he knew that this corpse was a good clue. Since the gun was already in hand, why had he been killed by having his head twisted off? Obviously, the blood corpse couldn't be dealt with using a handgun.

If he had a flashlight, Feng Bujue could speed up his search for weapons, but since he still couldn't see clearly, he could only continue to grope around in the dark. As a result, he only found a set of keys in the corpse's pocket, and nothing else useful.

Considering the urgency of the situation and that the others outside couldn't hold out for too long, Feng Bujue had no choice but to hurry back. Even if the handgun couldn't kill the blood corpse, having a gun was better than nothing; it was, after all, a ranged weapon. The dead policeman couldn't handle the blood corpse alone with this gun, but when Feng Bujue went out, there would be three of them: knife, gun, shield, and wrench, coordinating melee and ranged attacks. They would have a good chance of taking down the blood corpse.

…

Outside the police station, Long Aomin was about to give out…

Although his blocking technique was good, and he had used his shield to block every claw attack from the blood corpse, his Survival Value had dropped from full health to 64% in those three minutes. It could only be said that the blood corpse's attack power was too strong.

During that time, Long Aomin had fought while retreating. In fact, he hadn't taken many hits, and even when he was hit, it was through the shield. The problem was that the [Shard of Ultron]’s defensive attribute was "Refraction," which gave a bonus to resisting ranged attacks and beam weapons, but had basically no mitigating effect against this kind of close-quarters assault. When the blood corpse's claws came down, the shield could ensure that Long Aomin's body wasn't directly torn apart and could also offset some of the impact, but the remaining force had to be endured with Survival Value.

The blood corpse had very low intelligence. It only knew how to swing its big hands at people and didn't use its feet or elbows at all. Its attack method was very monotonous. This was fortunate, otherwise five Long Aomins would have already been dead. Moreover, the blood corpse seemed to have locked onto one target and kept attacking it. No matter how Wang Tanzhi harassed it, it would at most wave its hand to drive him away after being cut, and sometimes even ignored him completely.

This made Wang Tanzhi gradually become bolder, daring to attack at some risky moments. Of course, his attacks had little effect; it would be good enough if the knife didn't break from hacking at this monster with a fruit knife.

Long Aomin also seized opportunities to hit the blood corpse a few times with the pipe wrench, but only once did he hit the head. Although the power was better than Wang Tanzhi's knife scrapes, Long Aomin had far fewer opportunities to attack than Wang Tanzhi. Most of the time, Long Aomin could only retreat and defend.

When Feng Bujue gave the pipe wrench to Long Aomin earlier, he hadn't first considered the possibility that the other party might steal his equipment. The first thought that popped into his head was… only Long Aomin's height made it possible to hit the blood corpse's head with the pipe wrench. With his and Wang Tanzhi's height of around 1.8 meters, trying to knock the head of a monster over two meters tall with a short weapon like a pipe wrench would be the equivalent of jumping up to be slapped.

Even Long Aomin was struggling, after all, the opponent's attack power was what it was. Sacrificing himself to attack the head was likely to be more trouble than it was worth. Moreover, Feng Bujue had said before he left that he would find a weapon as soon as possible and return to help. Long Aomin chose to believe him, so he would hold out for as long as he could.

Bang! A gunshot announced that Feng Bujue had returned.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, as if as long as he came back, there would always be a solution. They had almost forgotten that Feng Bujue was only a level five character…

The moment he pulled the trigger, Feng Bujue unlocked another Specialization. This was the third Specialization he had unlocked since entering this scenario. So, the team survival mode was indeed different. The increased number of combat situations and the addition of many game elements greatly expanded the scope of the scenario, especially for low-level players, providing a lot of room for growth. Playing a team mode once, even if they didn't clear the level, would always yield some gains.

At that moment, Feng Bujue had five F-level Specializations: General, Mechanical, Investigation, Fighting, and Firearms. Only Medical remained to be unlocked.

"Aow—" The blood corpse roared to the sky. It seemed that the gunshot had hurt it badly. It actually turned its head and changed its target.

Feng Bujue's shot had hit the blood corpse's back. He had prepared very thoroughly before shooting, raising the gun with both hands, his line of sight level with the gun barrel, aiming steadily along the three points. He was well aware of his limitations. He wasn't a special forces soldier in real life. If he could hit the target's head on his first time firing a gun, he could change his name to Long Aotian (protagonist of Chinese web novels, OP MC). So, he chose to aim at the blood corpse's back, where the target was larger and easier to hit.

This was, after all, a game, and the system had modifications for these purely technological weapons to prevent players from having difficulty using them after acquiring them. As a result, Feng Bujue's first bullet successfully hit the blood corpse's back, slightly to the right.

After firing that shot, Feng Bujue immediately understood the meaning of the second remark in the equipment description. Indeed, shooting was not something that ordinary civilians could easily do without training. For example, everyone knew about the Desert Eagle. If no one told you to tighten your wrist when firing, and preferably straighten your elbow so that your shoulder absorbed the recoil, you might break your wrist after firing one shot. Also, in gangster movies, you often saw thugs holding guns sideways, with their hands higher than their line of sight, pointing at other people's heads. It looked intimidating, but this action could cause the ejected shell casings to fly into their own faces and poke out their dog eyes.

The recoil of the M1911A1 in Feng Bujue's hand wasn't small either. After firing, he felt a numbness in his forearm. Fortunately, his shooting posture wasn't too outrageous, and his wrist wasn't that fragile. With the experience of the first shot, it was much easier. He had a concept of the attack distance, his accuracy, the success rate, and so on. But facing the blood corpse turning to charge at him, he retreated without saying a word.

As soon as the blood corpse turned its head, Long Aomin perked up. Having been frustrated until now, he had long seen how it worked: this monster wouldn't easily change its target. Since it was now chasing Feng Bujue, it wouldn't pay attention to him until he attacked it again.

A surge of suppressed anger that Long Aomin had been holding back for a long time erupted in his heart. He leaped up, swung the pipe wrench, and slammed it hard at the back of the blood corpse's head. There was a muffled thud, the sound of metal piercing flesh and reaching the skull. A piece of the back of the blood corpse's head was smashed through, forming a hideous wound, with a long, narrow crack splitting the skull inside.

But the monster's actions didn't stop, instead becoming even more violent. Its speed actually increased, and it swung a claw at Long Aomin. The attack came suddenly, and Long Aomin couldn't block it with his shield. His waist and abdomen were hit, and he flew backward, a sweetness rising in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Long Aomin was knocked back nearly ten meters. His Survival Value instantly dropped to 12%, and he couldn't stand up for a while. The only fortunate thing was that, because he was close, the blood corpse's claws hadn't touched his body. When it had turned and swung its arm, only its arm had hit Long Aomin, so the latter didn't have any lacerations. Otherwise, Long Aomin would also have to suffer the effects of the "Bleeding" status.

The blood corpse covered the wound on the back of its head with both hands, wailing miserably. After a few seconds, it glared fiercely at Long Aomin, letting out a roar like a beast intimidating its prey. It seemed that the damage caused by the pipe wrench earlier was considerable, making this mini-Boss feel threatened.

Seeing that even Brother Long had gone down, Lonely and Lonely knew that things were going bad. The two quickly ran over to help Long Aomin up, wanting to take him away from the blood corpse's vicinity. How could the blood corpse let them escape? It immediately strode towards the slowly moving trio.

At that moment, something unexpected happened. A figure, like a gust of wind and lightning, dashed forward, quickly arriving at the blood corpse's side and rear, reaching out to grab its shoulder and pressing down, nimbly leaping onto the blood corpse's back, bending both knees and kneeling on the monster's shoulders.

Wang Tanzhi could be said to have been silent until now, but now he amazed everyone. Before the monster could even react, he had stabbed his knife into the wound that Long Aomin had created earlier with the pipe wrench, the blade piercing through the skull, stirring up a mess like a muddler in the blood corpse's brain.