Chapter 1 The Police Station

There was no power in the police station, and therefore no lights, but it wasn't pitch black either. Moonlight filtered through the iron bars and glass of the street-facing windows, illuminating a few areas. Of course, that was only enough to keep Feng Bujue from being completely lost; most of the place was still shrouded in darkness.

Feng Bujue ran through the stretch of road he'd just entered the police station from, partly to prevent the blood corpse from suddenly turning around and returning to the station, and partly because that area was relatively bright, with light shining in from the breach in the wall, illuminating a section of the corridor ahead.

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

Due to his limited vision, his other senses gradually became more acute. Soon, he smelled a scent, a thick, bloody smell...

He followed the scent to a dark corner, reached out and touched the wall. It was sticky. He felt 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 corpse was missing everything above the neck. Feng Bujue was touching a section of the exposed cervical vertebra.

"I thought the whole city was filled with people who had vanished without a trace...there's actually a corpse here. This police station is indeed suspicious," Feng Bujue mused.

Touching the 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 rather to confirm the deceased's profession through their clothing.

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

[Name: m1911A1 Handgun]
[Type: Weapon]
[Quality: Normal]
[Attack Power: Medium]
[Attribute: None]
[Special Effect: None]
[Equipment Condition: Firearms Specialization F or Mechanics Specialization F]
[Note: This isn't a movie, so remember three things: first, flip the safety off before shooting; second, be mindful of 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 dead body's waist. He was overjoyed and picked it up, trying to turn it on, but there was no light. Then he felt it with his hand and realized that the glass on the flashlight was already broken.

Feng Bujue sighed. He had hoped the flashlight would be useful more than the gun, because he knew that the corpse was a good clue. Since the gun was already in his hand, why had the policeman's head been twisted off? Obviously, it was because 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 search blindly. 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 on 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. After all, it was a ranged weapon. The dead policeman couldn't deal with the blood corpse alone with this gun, but after Feng Bujue went out, there would be three of them: blade, gun, shield, and wrench, working together in close and ranged combat. They should be able to take down the blood corpse.

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Outside the police station, Long Aomin was almost at his limit...

Although his blocking skills were good, and he had blocked every claw attack from the blood corpse with his shield, 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 truly too strong.

During that time, Long Aomin had fought and retreated. 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 only gave a bonus to resisting ranged attacks and beam weapons. It had basically no damage reduction effect against this kind of close-range, powerful blow. When the blood corpse's claws attacked, 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 absorbed by his survival value.

The blood corpse's intelligence was very low. It only knew how to swing its large hands, and didn't use its feet or elbows at all. Its attack method was very monotonous. This was fortunate, otherwise even five Long Aomins would have already been defeated. Moreover, the blood corpse seemed to have locked onto one target and continued to attack 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.

This gradually emboldened Wang Tanzhi, and he dared to attack at some risky moments. Of course, his attacks had little effect. It was already good enough if the knife didn't break when cutting this monster with a fruit knife.

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

When Feng Bujue handed the pipe wrench to Long Aomin earlier, he didn't first consider the possibility that the other party might steal his equipment. The first thought that popped into his mind 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 heights of around 1.8 meters, if they wanted to use a short weapon like a pipe wrench to hit the head of a monster more than two meters tall, they would have to jump up and get slapped.

Even Long Aomin was struggling, after all, the other party's attack power was there. Sacrificing himself to attack the head would most likely be a losing proposition, and 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 stall for as long as he could.

Bang! A gunshot announced Feng Bujue's return.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, as if there would always be a solution as long as he came back. 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 after entering this scenario. It could be said that team survival mode was different. There were more occasions that required combat, and the addition of many game elements greatly expanded the scope of the scenario. Especially for low-level players, there was a lot of room for growth. Even if they didn't clear a team mode game, they would always gain something.

At this moment, Feng Bujue already possessed five F-level specializations: General, Mechanics, Investigation, Fighting, and Firearms. Only Medical was left to be unlocked.

"Awoo--" The blood corpse howled to the sky. It seemed that the shot had hurt it badly. It actually turned its head and changed its attack target.

Feng Bujue's shot had hit the blood corpse's back. He had prepared very well before shooting, holding the gun with both hands, his line of sight level with the gun, steadily aiming along the three points. He was well aware of his limitations. He wasn't some special forces soldier in real life. If he could hit the target's head on his first time shooting a gun, he could change his name to Long Aotian. So he chose to aim at the blood corpse's back, where the target was large and easy to hit.

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

After firing this shot, Feng Bujue immediately understood the meaning of the second item in the equipment's notes. Sure enough, shooting wasn't something that an untrained civilian could do casually. For example, the Desert Eagle, which everyone knew, if no one told you to tighten your wrist when shooting, and to straighten your elbow as much as possible to allow your shoulder to absorb the recoil, you might break your wrist after firing one shot. And for example, the way thugs often hold guns in gangster movies, with the muzzle turned sideways and their hand positioned higher than their line of sight, pointing at someone's head, looking very fierce, but in reality, this action could cause the ejected shell to fly into their own face and blind them.

The recoil of the m1911A1 in Feng Bujue's hand was also not small. After firing the shot, 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 around and rushing towards him, he didn't say a word and retreated backwards.

As soon as the blood corpse turned its head, Long Aomin perked up. Having been suppressed from just now until now, he had also seen through the trick. This monster wouldn't easily change targets. Now that it was chasing Feng Bujue, it wouldn't pay attention to him until his next attack.

A long-suppressed rage erupted in Long Aomin's heart. He jumped up, swung the pipe wrench, and smashed it hard at the back of the blood corpse's head. There was a dull 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 gruesome wound, with a long, narrow crack in the skull inside.

But the monster's movements didn't stop. Instead, it became even more violent. Its speed actually increased sharply, and it turned and struck at Long Aomin with a claw. This attack came suddenly, and Long Aomin failed to block it with his shield. His waist and abdomen were hit, and he flew backwards, a sweetness rising in his throat, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Long Aomin was knocked back nearly ten meters. His survival value instantly dropped to 12%, and he couldn't get up for a while. The only thing to be thankful for was that, because he was close, the blood corpse's claws didn't touch his body. When it turned and swung its arm, only its arm hit Long Aomin, so the latter didn't have any torn wounds. Otherwise, Long Aomin would have to endure 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 that pipe wrench smash was quite considerable, making this mini-Boss feel threatened.

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

At this moment, something that no one expected happened. A figure, like a gust of wind and lightning, rushed forward, quickly came to the blood corpse's side and rear, reached out and grabbed its shoulder, and with a push, actually lightly leaped onto the blood corpse's back. He pulled his knees in and knelt on the monster's shoulders.

Wang Tanzhi could be said to be a sleeper who, once awakened, astonished everyone. Before the monster could even react, he had already stabbed the knife into the wound that Long Aomin had smashed out with the pipe wrench, the tip of the knife piercing through the skull, stirring it up in the blood corpse's head like he was making a paste.