Two ammunition administrators in the shooting range were talking quietly behind the counter: "Hey, who do you think will use that thing?"

"I don't know. Maybe only mutants can use this perverted guy!"

"God knows, I've never seen a pistol like this before, and I don't know which lunatic made it."

The two were chatting in low voices, when they suddenly saw Lucas coming in, they stood up straight in fright and gave a military salute. Lucas nodded to them and walked back to the shooting range inside. As soon as he walked off the shooting range, there was another deafening gunshot in front of him. In terms of volume, it is at least twice as loud as his beloved modified Desert Eagle.

Bang bang bang! Three gunshots were fired in a row, and even a wave of heat rolled over his face. Then there was Sophia's angry curse: "What the hell!"

Lucas walked behind Sophia and followed her gaze forward. The target wall fifty meters away was covered with huge bullet holes. The distribution of these bullet holes is completely irregular, and the only thing in common is that most of them are far away from the target paper. There were only two bullet holes on the half-length chest target, but almost the entire target was blown away.

What Sophia was holding was William's modified pistol, and there were two boxes of ammunition on the shooting platform in front of her. She had already fired two rounds of twelve bullets, but only hit two shots at a distance of fifty meters. In particular, the results of the three consecutive shots were even more appalling, and none of them hit the target.

At a distance of 50 meters, with any military standard pistol, Sophia only needs to test a few shots, and the next rapid-fire results will be full rings.

The two boxes of bullets looked like ordinary 5.56mm standard rifle bullets, but there were some different reflections on the bullets, which attracted Lucas' attention. He picked up a bullet and took a closer look, and found that the bullet was engraved with fine and complicated notches, just like the decorative patterns often found on precious metal utensils in the old days. But these notches are clearly more than just decoration. Lucas picked up another bullet. In comparison, the notches on the two bullets are exactly the same, there is no difference at all, as if they were carved out with ultra-precision CNC machine tools.

Lucas suddenly remembered something, his face changed slightly, and he put the bullet back calmly.

Sophia has already loaded a new plate of bullets, staring at the target paper like a wolf, not moving for a long time, but suddenly threw the pistol to Lucas, saying: "Hey, try this ghost gun!"

However, the pistol missed and fell to the ground. The hammer was shocked and fell, and a burst of flames suddenly spewed out from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullets roared out, hitting the bull's-eye, completely tearing up the incomplete chest target. The pistol slid backward under the huge recoil force, and stopped until it hit the wall.

Sophia suddenly turned her head and looked at Lucas. Seeing that Lucas's face was a little pale, a drop of sweat slipped down his face, and it struggled over layers of stubble and slipped into his collar.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now." Lucas' explanation was as pale as his smile.

Under Sophia's gaze, Lucas smiled awkwardly and asked, "Is this the gun you brought with you on this mission?"

Seeing Sophia's gritted teeth, it can be seen that his question hit her heart. In this battle, Sophia emptied a round of six bullets with this gun, which even overwhelmed the two anti-aircraft machine guns in the army in terms of momentum, but none of them hit. The huge power of this gun and the extremely poor hit rate became a topic of conversation. If it were someone else, this matter would definitely become a laughing stock for a long time. But this is Sophia's direct line of troops, and all soldiers are very aware of Sophia's terrifying ability, so the problem must be the gun. So the soldiers talked about the origin of this gun during the remaining days of the battle.

As everyone knows, this topic makes her more angry than discussing Sophia's poor marksmanship. But Sophia couldn't just let it go. So as soon as she returned to Pendulum City, Sophia immediately went to the underground shooting range to test the gun.

Lucas remembered the horrific scene frozen on the doctor's computer screen, and then glanced at the two boxes of special 5.56mm bullets that were obviously from the same source as the pistol. He suddenly laughed, walked to the wall, picked up the modified pistol, and came to the target. In front of the stage, raise your hand and shoot five shots in a row!

The huge gunshots echoed in the shooting range, and even shook a lot of dust from the ceiling. Lucas's results were much better than Sophia's. Two of the five shots hit, and the remaining three shots missed too far. However, such a result was enough to make Lucas frown. For someone like him who has mastered the fourth level of simple weapons, after familiarizing himself with ballistics, the accuracy error of a fifty-meter pistol will not exceed three millimeters. This means that almost every shot can land in the bullet hole of the previous shot. But this pistol is really different. The direction of the vibration and the ballistic error caused by each shot are different. With Lucas' ability to correct the ballistic instantly, there is no way to correct each shot in time. Being able to hit two shots is pretty good.

After firing the empty drum, Lucas withdrew the shell and carefully inspected the structure of the gun. The sample he gave to Dr. Rothstein was taken from this gun. If he could be infected by the invaders, he might have turned into some kind of monster long ago. And this gun has been by Sophia's side for some time, judging from the survival cycle of the invader's cells, even if there are still invaders on the gun, they should all be dead long ago. Besides, he had already touched the gun at the beginning, and touched the bullet just now. If there are still intruders alive, then he can't dodge them. So Lucas agreed.

In fact, the workmanship of this pistol is quite rough. In order to adapt to the rifle bullets, almost all the modified parts are made by hand, and the precision is not very high. At first glance, it is not from the handwriting of a certain master, but it seems to be from some settlement. Black guns made by artisanal weapons workers who make a living in the village. The front sight of this gun was even crooked, and the original owner of the gun hadn't calibrated it. Obviously, he didn't need the sight at all. It can be said that this pistol is almost useless except that it is powerful enough. And more than half of the power comes from the nicks on the bullet's warhead.

Lucas pulled out a display screen from the side of the target platform, clicked on it a few times, and called up the high-speed video of the shooting just now. It can be seen from the screen that when the bullet flew about 50 meters away, the warhead had been completely split and turned into dozens of high-speed flying metal particles. Although the penetrating power of such bullets is much lower, the lethality against living organisms is increased by dozens of times. But also because of this, the trajectory of the bullet began to become unstable ten meters away.

"Look," Lucas said to Sophia, "I think that pretty boy of yours will only use this pistol within twenty meters."

Sophia took the pistol and put it in her waist. The moment the pistol left her hand, Sophia keenly felt that Lucas suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and she stared at him strangely, which made him flustered.

Sophia put away the bullets again, and walked out of the shooting range. When passing by Li Gao, she patted Lucas' chest and said, "Thank you! I'm going to take a shower first, and then we'll have lunch together. My treat!"

Looking at Sophia's background, Lucas couldn't help but said, "Hey, you've been out for a few days, why don't you go to the doctor for a blood test, so as not to..."

Sophia stopped and looked back at Lucas strangely.

Lucas touched the wire-like beard on his lips, and said as if he didn't care: "I heard that there are several new mutant creatures around recently. You've been out for so long, you should check it out. Just take it for peace of mind!" "

Sophia frowned, and said impatiently: "You are getting more and more verbose! Well, I will go to the doctor for a blood test in a while. I will treat the lunch at noon, but you will pay for the wine!"

After finishing speaking, Sophia walked outside without looking back.

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With a soft bang, a coin bounced high from Sophia's left hand, spun rapidly, and made a melodious vibrato. It almost touched the ceiling before falling down and disappearing into Sophia's left hand again.

It's been a long time since Sophia was out of the range, but Lucas still feels the coin spinning before his eyes. Those flickering lights are extremely dazzling.

Just after noon, it was still very hot in the wilderness, even though the sun was always hidden behind the clouds.

On the relatively flat wilderness, two dilapidated trucks kept roaring and struggling to crawl forward. Their speed is not much faster than human walking. The truck compartment was full of people, and there were even two people sitting on the roof of the cab. They held AK rifles that had been popular for more than a hundred years, and vigilantly scanned the seemingly endless wilderness. There were more than thirty people behind the truck. These people were fat or thin, and they wore everything. They had all kinds of weapons in their hands, even gunpowder that could only be used to shoot birds. Their eyes were glazed, and they moved forward mechanically in the sweltering heat.

The two trucks were at both ends of the team, the one in the front opened the way, and the one in the back held the formation to prevent the people in the middle from escaping.

William held the eye-catching modified rifle in his arms, leaning against the car fender, shaking as the vehicle moved. He sat in the back of the truck, taking up a decent spot. There are a few people in this car who occupy the side seats alone like him, they are all vicious guys. As for the other people in the car, they had to squeeze together. Those guys with ferocious faces are all fighters with first-level abilities, and it can be said that no one in this improvised team is willing to provoke them. And William, who was much thinner, was able to receive the same treatment because of the modified rifle in his hand. These veterans who have survived many battles know that in the fierce battle, snipers can often save their lives. They don't want to let the physical strength of the sniper be wasted on the road needlessly.

So William didn't bother to sit on the truck and rest with his eyes closed. William's body has been completely relaxed, but his mind has not stopped, he is thinking about his body repeatedly. The fight with Sophia almost earned him a full two evolution points, and even the fierce hand-to-hand fight that lasted a full hour at the end gave him some evolution energy. After the battle that almost exhausted the last ounce of strength, watching the powerful Sophia collapse under his impact, the feeling of conquest mixed with the pleasure of the body gave William an unparalleled shock. Could it be that overly stimulating lovemaking can also cause evolution?

William was thinking about this question seriously. In dealing with all issues of evolution, William is as precise and serious as a machine, and will never have any emotional fluctuations. He now has six evolution points, as long as he gets two more, he can start to evolve infrared vision. Only after possessing infrared vision can one become a true Night King.

But before getting evolution points, one must have money. William was already destitute, and the coin he paid Sophia was the last bit of money he had. Of course, things like ammunition or ceramic armor pieces are not among them. Seriously speaking, these things are treasures that a poor mercenary like William will cherish, and people like Sophia who are at the top of a large company don't care about them at all.

William found a large inhabited place he had been to, and took on a mission to wipe out the mob. In the Badlands, the mob is everywhere, and it seems to be growing, and it will never be cleared. The reward for this task is very meager. A fighter with professional equipment like William, who is capable, gets the first tier of reward, which is only a mere 100 yuan. Those armed refugees who walked between the two trucks and had nothing but weapons and relatively strong bodies would be the first line of charge on the battlefield, and their reward was only twenty yuan. But the number of people who signed up was still several times more than needed, and most of them only had wooden sticks and steel bars as weapons. The leader of the settlement only chose 30 armed refugees, and his budget was very limited.

The meaning of money is different for everyone. For these refugees, twenty yuan means that they don't have to worry about food for a month. As for living, they can sleep everywhere in the wilderness. And some of the settlements are sheltered from wind and rain. For William, one hundred yuan was only the price of twenty modified bullets. Even without missions, William would consume dozens of bullets a day when wandering alone in the wilderness.

William is very poor now, and he can no longer return to Asmo to pick up the quest, so he took this ridiculously low-paying quest.

Almost as long as he can remember, William has known that his body is different from others. In the turbulent age, everything is mutating, and even couples living together will have very different genes after more than ten years, but William knows that his body is different from these mutants.

This body is flexible and agile, and he can command almost every part of his body freely. The radiation doses that were lethal to mutants were completely acceptable to William. After surviving in various extremely harsh environments for a long time, the body will respond accordingly and become more resilient. During the days of wandering alone, as William's knowledge of the ability domain increased, he judged that although his body had not undergone any enhancement of the combat domain ability, it had at least the first-order strength of various abilities.

William slowly adjusted his body, his breathing, heartbeat and body temperature all began to drop slowly, and he wanted to save every ounce of energy. Since he arrived at the settlement, he hasn't replenished his food, and he has already run out of water. Only after the battle is over will there be money to replenish food and water. It is not that William did not plunder mobs on the moor, but the looting targets did not include settlements that would become employers. Perhaps in this era, survival is the only principle. But when he has spare power, William is still willing to stick to some of his principles, for example, paying after having sex with a woman. In this era of chaos and power supremacy, women are extraordinarily vulnerable. William's money may allow them to live longer.

Except for Sophia, of course.

The convoy traveled for a full three hours, and the terrain began to become rough. Not far away was a collapsed highway, and deserted country houses could be seen from time to time. After marching for so long, there was no sign of the mob at all. Even the soldiers on the truck became listless, and the armed refugees who walked on their own two feet were almost exhausted.

William suddenly opened his eyes!

His heart was beating vigorously, and his body temperature rose rapidly. In just a few seconds, William was fully awake from the state of almost hibernation, and entered the state before the battle. Several veterans in the same car were also veterans who had repeatedly struggled on the line of life and death. Seeing the change in William, they were also alert immediately.

Get up and look around.

Tap-tap-tat! The muffled and deep-impact gunshots sounded suddenly. Several fist-sized holes appeared on the body of the leading truck immediately, and a large amount of dark red liquid was splashed on the glass of the cab, pattering and winding down, and the smell of blood came out. The armed refugees in the center of the convoy also fell in rows.

The commander of the team jumped out from the cab of the truck behind, fell on the ground, and yelled loudly: "Damn it! Heavy machine gun! Get down, you bastards, get down! Sniper, kill that bitch for me Raised guy!"

Before the end of his shouting disappeared completely, an extremely brutal gunshot echoed over the convoy, and in the deserted villa a hundred meters away, the heavy machine gun that spewed out flames stopped in response.

The effect was so good that it exceeded the most optimistic imagination of the commander. He slammed the ground hard and screamed: "Good job!"

Gunshots rang out continuously from the residential houses on both sides of the road, at least a dozen guns were firing wildly at the convoy, and the frantic shouts of the mob were louder than the dense gunfire. The bullets fell like rain, and the armed forces in the settlement couldn't even raise their heads. Except for a few veterans who deftly found cover between the door and the car body and began to fight back vigorously, the rest of the people simply closed their eyes and fought wildly. While pulling the trigger, they prayed that the bullet would hit an enemy by chance. As for where the enemy is, only the devil knows.

William fell on the ground, his khaki cloak was very close to the color of the ground. But in a battlefield where bullets are flying everywhere, this does not guarantee safety. Luck is the real guarantee.

The muzzle of the rifle spewed out flames again, and the most fiercely roaring assault rifle in the house immediately went silent. The sound of William's rifle was too shocking, and every shot suppressed all the other shots. As soon as the gunshot rang out, an enemy must have lost his life. Moreover, the frequency of the gunshots sounded one after another, not at all like the rate of fire that a sniper rifle should have. It seemed that the sniper didn't need to aim at all. The morale of the armed personnel in the settlement was boosted, and several veterans even jumped from the ground, seizing the opportunity of a loophole in the enemy's firepower network, and outflanked the houses where the mob was hiding from both sides, preparing to wipe out the opponent.

One enemy after another entered William's sight, and then left one by one, their expressions were different. And William Biser's gaze was steady and calm, witnessing the disappearance of lives one by one.

Tap! The dull and frightening sound of heavy machine guns sounded again, and the two old birds rushing forward immediately froze in the middle, spurting out several fountains of blood from their chests and backs. The others were firmly pressed to the ground by the dense bullets again, unable to lift their heads at all.

William moved the muzzle of the gun almost as soon as he heard the sound of the heavy machine gun, and put the shooting glove behind the window into the front sight. However, his finger holding the trigger did not press down immediately.

Manipulating the heavy machine gun was a little girl who looked only eleven or twelve years old. She had a delicate face that was rarely seen among the mob, and there were still tears in her big eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly, strands of blood gurgled down from between her teeth, and the flames from the muzzle of the heavy machine gun flickered on and off her little face full of hatred. From this little girl's face, William seemed to vaguely see another face, a little girl he almost thought he had forgotten.

During William's hesitation for a few seconds, another scream sounded on the battlefield. A soldier lying on the ground was swept by a string of heavy machine gun bullets, and several streams of blood spurted out immediately.

William's pupils contracted into a cross star again, the muzzle of the gun swung slightly, and the trigger was pulled. The modified bullets carried huge kinetic energy and flew directly into the muzzle of the heavy machine gun, which was spitting out flames!

The roar of the heavy machine gun suddenly stopped. Then it exploded with a bang, and the fiery parts splashed everywhere!

The little girl stood for a few seconds, then fell backwards. On her forehead, a piece of heavy machine gun was deeply embedded.

William buried his face heavily in the soil that smelled of gunpowder.

The battle was soon over.

This residential area is the settlement of this group of mobs. The soldiers in the settlement began to search house by house. All mobs, whether they resisted or not, adults or children, had only one result: they were killed and no prisoners were taken. This is a practice in the wilderness. The capacity of any settlement is kept at the maximum scale that can be supplied with food and water, and there is no excess share for the captives. The young women of the mob might still be of some use, but the men were nothing but a nuisance. Since most settlements do not have any productive capacity, there is no need for redundant labor. As for the children of the mob, that is the source of hatred, and it is even less likely to stay.

William leaned against the truck alone, smoking his last cigarette. He didn't take part in the search for the mob settlement, nor did he need to. In the battle just now, he has completely proved himself. If he hadn't knocked down the heavy machine gun twice, I'm afraid that the entire army would be wiped out by the armed forces in the settlement. Now even those defiant old birds are full of respect for William, they know that the continuous gunfire just now cannot be hit by a first-tier sniper.

The commander walked up to William and saw that his cigarette had run out, so he handed over another cigarette, lit it for William, and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"a bit tired."

The commander is close to fifty years old, and it took more than ten years of fighting to establish this settlement. He had inspected the heavy machine gun positions just now, so he somewhat understood William's current mood. After all, the mobs this time are a little different from the past. There is little decay on their bodies, and their appearance is no different from other humans. In fact, more than ten years ago, the commander led the people looking for a foothold everywhere, which is the same group as it is today.

The wind blew the commander's gray hair, and his weather-scarred face had a smile that knew the world. This kind of smile had the corners of the mouth downward.

Looking at the residential area where gunshots were still occasionally sounding, the commander exhaled smoke and said, "You performed really well today. I doubt that you are really just a first-order sniper? Hehe, you don't mind, I don't care. Don't want to know anything. When you go back, your reward will be 200 yuan. I don't think anyone will object to this."

William forced a smile and said, "This is the best news I've heard in the past few days."