After sending away the black police officer Kenneth, Gray did not rush downstairs. It was still early and he planned to practice shooting skills with the zombies below.

"You are not in a good position to hold a gun, as this will affect your shooting accuracy. No matter how hard you practice, you can't become a sharpshooter." Five guns exploded a zombie's head, and a voice came from behind Gray.

"Oh, can you teach me?" Gray was embarrassed. If he didn't understand, he asked him that he had always insisted on.

Of course, he didn't think he was right. He was shooting with a bow and arrow, but he really had no experience in guns. At most, he knew how to aim and fire the gun, and he didn't know much about the others.

"Yes." Andre nodded. The reason why he settled his wife up was to make Grey's favorable impression. He hoped that he could take care of his wife more, so he would not refuse his request at this time.

Moreover, he had promised Gray before and would recognize him as the boss in the future, and the first thing the boss said could not be refused.

"You have to do this...so, this, this." After Andrey's careful teaching for half an hour, Gray's gun-holding posture seemed to be relatively standard.

"Try it with a shot?"

Gray nodded and aimed his pistol at a zombie in a leather jacket downstairs.

"Bang!"

The zombie's ear was shot in half.

"It seems that you have mastered it completely. Next, just keep practicing. If you practice more, your marksmanship will improve greatly. I'll go see Luta." Andre said, turning around and walking downstairs.

Gray aimed at the zombie again and shot again. After this correction, the bullet successfully passed through the head of the zombie.

Next, Gray didn't care about the consumption of bullets at all and kept practicing marksmanship.

Gray had the foundation of intermediate archery, his skills were very stable, his eyes were very accurate, and his physical fitness was strong, and the recoil of the pistol was basically zero for him. After firing dozens of bullets, he could basically kill a zombie with two to three shots within ten meters.

And his marksmanship was finally recognized by the system and reached the entry level.

Introductory shooter, specifically, you can definitely hit someone within ten meters, but if you want to hit the designated position, you need to fine-tune one or two times.

When dozens of rounds were fired, and there were only more than three hundred bullets left in the backpack, Gray rubbed his wrist and went down to have a meal.

"What a fulfilling day." Gray nodded secretly, looking at the people sitting everywhere, he turned his attention to CJ. "It is not healthy to eat these things every day in the future. CJ. Are there some vegetable seeds in the mall?"

"Boss, the mall sells clothes, furniture, appliances, fitness equipment, wine and other things, and they don't sell seeds." CJ thought for a while and replied. As the security chief of the mall, he was not as familiar with the things here as the manager and warehouse manager, but he still knew about whether there was anything.

"No?" Gray scratched his chin. This was difficult. How could he eat these things every day? I need to think of a way.

"I'll find a way to do the seed matter. From tomorrow on, you all go to the first floor to dig soil and carry it to the roof. We have to make long-term plans for ourselves. Even if there is no rescue, we can survive on our own." Gray looked at the few people and said seriously, "Otherwise, we will sit and eat the food in the mall sooner or later. At that time, we will have to wait to die."

"Don't worry, boss, we will start digging tomorrow."

"Also, don't dig that fountain, and don't dig the water pipes below. If the water is used up in the future, we might have to use this water to live."

"I am worthy of being the boss, with a far-sighted vision and always think of things we don't notice."

"I want to thank the boss for everyone. If there were no boss, we would be sad in the future."

"It is our luck to meet someone like the boss. The boss's words are my mission. I will do whatever the boss says. I will never forgive anyone who dares not listen to the boss's words."

The remaining few people were too thin-skinned and had too many words of gratitude in their hearts to say. They could only lower their heads to express their inner respect.

"Okay, there are so many changes today, and you are all tired. Let's take a break early and talk about digging tomorrow." Gray said very understandingly.

For him, today he was just a strange world to play. The only time he encountered danger was that he had just come out and was dizzy and was basically waving the rest of the time.

But for others, today was really thrilling, and they also lost a lot today. Most of their relatives and friends have become members of zombies, and their physical and mental impacts have been greatly affected and need to recuperate.

The others nodded to each other, and Gray looked at the CJ and the others, "You are familiar with the surveillance here. I hope you can arrange one person to be on duty so that we don't know when the zombies outside came in."

"Boss, this is impossible. As long as you don't use tools to smash them, those zombies will never be able to squeeze through the door even if they have been squeezed for a year." Barry said reluctantly.

The person on duty must choose among the three of them. CJ is their original head, so naturally it cannot be him, so it is him and Terry. Obviously, it is impossible for one person to do it for the time being. It must be that two people take turns every few days, so it is certain that it is his turn, and he doesn't want to do this chore.

"What if they really run in? Facing countless zombies, with your three small pistols, who can survive? Do you think I'm for myself? You say that in the face of zombies, who is more sure of survival?" Grey said coldly.

The matters on duty today must be arranged, otherwise one night the door is broken by zombies, and there is really nowhere to escape.

Of course, these people are nowhere to escape, not including himself, at most he has lost a group of younger brothers and a simple base.

So, he said it was for their own good, but not just talk, but was really considering it for them.

"Of course, in a few days, you can take Andre and the others to get familiar with the process and then stay at night together."

"Boss, we understand. Don't worry, I will arrange this matter." CJ slapped Bart on the head and said with a pleasing smile.

"I do these things just to make everyone live better. If you don't want to, I won't force it at all. But when I really can't survive, don't blame me for not finding a way out for you at first." Gray said unhappy. Instead, helping others was unhappy. He was not that despicable.

Gray left after saying that, leaving a few people looking at each other. Michael said, "Cj, what Gray said makes sense. I'll be on duty with you today."

"No, you must be exhausted today. Terry, you will be on duty for five days of night shift first, and then Bart will take over you." CJ refused. He also knew that Michael might become a zombie and did not want his own people to be in danger.

"After everyone enters the place where they rest, it is best to lock the door. I looked at the place you chose. This is your key." CJ took out a bunch of keys and divided them a few.

'"Okay, let's go and rest." After saying that, the security trio left first.

"Let's go too." The remaining four people also returned to their chosen places.
Chapter completed!