White Latte belongs to the Guardian Brigade and the Ninth Division.

In the conference room of the Ninth Team, more than a dozen people were listening to the team leader talk about this task.

“…A preliminary judgment was made that several professional-level ‘crazy men’ entered our small town No. 2.

“They have lurked and don’t know what to do.

"If Zhang Xiaomei hadn't issued a warning with her life, we wouldn't even know about this."

Team leader Zhao Xueqing, with a serious expression.

"This time, all the guards were mobilized.

"Catch criminals and protect residents..."

White latte sat next to the conference table and listened quietly.

On the conference table, there was a red tassel gun. The body of the gun was black, the tip of the gun was cold, and the red tassel was bright.

This is the weapon of captain Zhao Xueqing.

That’s right, cold weapons are quite widely used on the wasteland. Many experts choose to use cold weapons.

Although the white latte is not very understandable... can cold weapons be faster than bullets?

"...I had completed the task deployment just now when you were having dinner."

Zhao Xueqing took out a piece of paper and began to assign tasks.

"Zhang Luai, Zhao Yanjing, the mission location of you two is North Street. The mission is patrol. Once any abnormality is found, fireworks will be set off to warn you immediately.

"Sun Shuike, white latte, you two stay in the compound and go to support the medical department..."

Medical Department?

That is, don't need to go to the front line?

The white latte breathed a sigh of relief.

Because I am too frugal and too weak, have I been taken care of by special care?

...

Night falls.

The light in the Sulou is dim.

If there is no power system in the wasteland, there will naturally be no electric lights. Night lighting depends entirely on stars and the moon. But today, the light of stars and moon is blocked by the clouds.

But in the wasteland world, there are many houses and few people, and each dormitory is a single room.

Bai Latte returned to the dormitory, closed the door, and collapsed on the bed.

On the first afternoon of the operation, there were no casualties at the moment. The Medical Department was very leisurely.

The white latte is a little unable to sleep.

The main reason is that I feel uneasy.

"How powerful are professional martial artists and madmen?

“How big is the difference between me?

"If I get targeted by a professional level, can I run away?

"What if it was affected by their battle?"

There is no danger for the time being, but it is difficult to be at ease after all!

"If I were a sharpshooter, that would be great."

I know more about the Sharpshooter.

There are three signs for advancement to the Sharpshooter.

First, within twenty meters, you can hit wherever you point.

Second, within twenty meters, you can see flying flies clearly.

Third, within twenty meters, the flying flies could be knocked out with one shot.

None of these three items can be achieved by white latte!

“There are too few bullets.

"Otherwise, I should be able to practice it."

White latte sighed.

He suddenly recalled the game he played before traveling through time.

There are unlimited bullets in the policewoman's sniper rifle, and they can never be shot. They will be refilled indefinitely.

There are also unlimited bullets in Sister Haolu’s two guns. They can shoot at will, and they will never be able to shoot them all. Unlimited refills.

Even in the cannon's barrel, there are infinite shells, which can be fired casually, and will never be completed, and there will be infinite refills.

"I'm so envious!"

The white latte was lying on the bed, tossing and turning.

Put the revolver next to the pillow to give yourself a sense of security.

My mind was confused and my thoughts were entangled. I thought of the celebration banquet after victory, the tragic death after failure, and the pork ribs in the cafeteria. Soon, I fell asleep.

In the dream...

He came to the shooting range again.

He raised his revolver again.

Attitude to the scarecrow.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

He fired six shots in a row, and each shot hit the scarecrow's thigh.

The revolver can load six rounds in total, and they are all used up.

However, the revolver in his hand suddenly began to tremble wildly! It was as if he wanted to break free from his hand!

After trembling for a few seconds, the revolver's bullet casing was reloaded!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Six more shots, and shot on the scarecrow's thigh.

Six bullets run out.

The revolver trembled wildly again! It was as if he was about to break free from his hand!

After trembling for a few seconds, the revolver's bullet cabin was filled with bullets again!

Refill again!

This revolver, like the equipment in the game, can be recharged unlimitedly!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Six more shots, and shot on the scarecrow's thigh.

White latte is unacceptable!

Why?

Why do you always cum on the thighs?

It's obviously aiming at the head!

With the revolver with the infinite refill, he shot wildly again and again!

Time and time again, the empty bullet box hit the scarecrow's thigh!

Time and again, after the crazy trembling of the revolver, the cup was automatically recharged and six bullets were reloaded in the bullet bay!

Sudden……

Bai Latte saw that his hand holding the gun was dripping blood.

No...not just blood...

The hand holding the gun has turned into a bone.

The wrist also turns into white bones.

The arms also turned into bones.

The shoulders also turn into bones.
To be continued...