At this time, we just entered the end of the world. Some of people's common ideas and ideas would not change so quickly. The police officer with full armed guns and ammunition would definitely be able to resist as soon as he appeared. Zhang Ping'an stuffed two sets of wet police uniforms into the bag and prepared to take them home to wash.

After doing all this, Zhang Ping'an pushed the policewoman into an office facing the yard. The policewoman was a little confused and struggled slightly. But he was unable to stubbornly, but he was still half-pushed and half-carriedly followed him into the office, then leaned against the corner of the wall, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Ping'an pulled all the computers and folders on the desk in the middle of the room to the ground, then pushed the table to the window, picked up the gun bag and opened it, and took out a pistol and a box of bullets.

Exit the gun clip, put the bullets on the table.

"You use this gun."

Zhang Ping'an pointed at the gun and said to Zhou Qianxi, and then quickly loaded a pistol.

When I opened the window, the yellow hair hanging on the flagpole 50 meters away was not aware of life or death, and the zombies had not yet dispersed, and they surrounded them and squeezed into a pile. Some zombies were squeezed down and were trampled back and forth by other zombies, and had already turned into a pool of meat paste.

Zhang Ping'an weighed the gun in his hand and moved his fingers.

"Bang!"

The loud noise echoed in the office, scaring Zhou Qianqian and the policewoman, and Zhang Ping'an's own ears also buzzed.

He frowned. The shot just now fell apart. He was originally aiming at a zombie wearing orange down in the head, but hit the chest of a zombie next to him.

"You can try to shoot two shots too." Zhang Ping'an said to Zhou Qianqian.

The little girl was a little scared, holding a gun in one hand and covering her ears with the other.

"Don't do this." Zhang Ping'an stopped her, "You must adapt to this voice."

Although gunfire will alarm nearby zombies, it can quickly solve a large number of zombies, save energy, and win the time to survive. For a person who wants to survive in the end of the world, you must have a good shooting skills.

However, the bullets of the marksmanship were piled up to find the sense of guns, but this mysterious feeling was not very difficult for Zhang Ping'an and Zhou Qianqian.

Zhang Ping'an is already skilled in shooting skills, but the current coordination of the body's muscles still needs to be adjusted. As for Zhou Qianqian, she is an evolutionist, and she has Tianbin's combat instinct. For her, the gun can only be used for a little while, so it is more convenient to use than those who have been touching the gun for three to five years.

Zhou Qianqian nervously slammed the board machine, and the powerful recoil made her suddenly raise her hand, so it was naturally impossible for her to hit the target.

At the same time, a scream came from the yard. This sound was different from the roar of a zombie, and it was a human voice.

"Has hit someone?"

Zhang Ping'an looked into the yard and couldn't help but laugh.

It turned out that Zhou Qianqian missed the zombie's head, but she hit the yellow-haired butt hanging on the flagpole without any bias. Blood flowed out, and he wet his pants for a while and then wet his upper body's clothes.

"Oh, what should I do if I hit someone?" Zhou Qianqian saw clearly now, and was a little at a loss.

"Don't worry about him, continue!" Zhang Ping'an raised his hand and shot him. This time he found some feeling. A zombie closest to the window on the second floor fell to the ground. He shot again and another zombie fell down.

However, these two zombies are very close to the office building, only twenty or thirty meters from top to bottom. It is so close that as long as you know some guns, it is not difficult to hit.

"I hit it, Brother Ping'an, you hit it." The little girl pointed outside and looked back happily at Zhang Ping'an, with a little admiration.

Zhang Ping'an shook his head. Although he hit it, he was still far behind.

What he wanted to hit was the middle of his eyebrows, but it was only a failure when he hit the edge of his head.

In the end of the world, when encountering P1, a single pistol bullet can no longer cause great damage to it. It can only break through the surface muscles. You must hit the same position in a row to explode the P1's head. S1 is too fast and aiming is too difficult, and hitting is purely based on feelings.

And P2 and S2 are not something that can be solved by pistols...

"Don't just watch, I'm confident that you will beat me better." Zhang Ping'an raised his gun again and said to Zhou Qianqian.

The gunshots were endless, the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere in the office, and the zombies under the flagpole were constantly decreasing. After Zhang Ping'an felt that his accurate head had improved, he gradually changed from a single shot to a double combo.

It was fired twice in a very short time, and it was difficult to ensure that the two bullets hit the same position. Because after firing the first bullet, the recoil of the gun moved the muzzle. If the hand still maintained its original posture, the second bullet would be slightly off the first bullet hole, leaving two very close holes on the target object.

Even the top gunman can basically not hit a single point with a double-combo.

If others can’t do it, it doesn’t mean that Zhang Ping’an can’t do it, he must do it too!

Zhang Ping'an closed his eyes, took a deep breath, relaxed his body, then opened his eyes, raised his gun, and bang!

A crisp sound came from a distance. The two shots were not aimed at the zombies, but were shot at the flagpole.

There are two obvious holes on the flagpole, less than one centimeter apart.

Zhang Ping'an tried again, and this time he made a contraction move the moment he shot the first shot. The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to distinguish.

The second shot failed and missed the flagpole.

Alas! What a pity.

Zhang Ping'an shook his wrist and calmed down to recall the feeling of holding a gun in his previous life, but it was always like a layer of yarn, and there was always something missing.

The marksmanship cannot be practiced in one day. If you want to reach the previous level, you have to keep practicing hard to find the feeling of using a gun.

Zhang Ping'an did not continue to shoot and put down his gun.

The continuous shooting of the side made his arms numb. The double-combo impact on his arms was particularly strong. He didn't expect that his hands would be swollen tomorrow.

After careful observation of Zhou Qianxi's shooting, I found that this girl was still very spiritual, and her shooting movements and accuracy had improved. She could hit zombies at least every time, and there was no more incident of pointing to attacking others.

After watching for a while, Zhang Ping'an looked at the time and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

It’s dark early in winter, so I rushed home from here and even had to ride a bike for fifty minutes. I didn’t eat anything in a day, and people felt so hungry.

"Let's just get here today, go pack your things and let's go back."

He picked up the gun without aiming, bang bang bang bang!

A few shots were used to get rid of the zombies in the yard. The last shot hit the flagpole rope. The yellow-haired plopped and fell into the pile of zombies. He was soon overwhelmed by some undead zombies.

This time he was really dead.

"The zombies are dead. You guys quickly uncuff my handcuffs and take me out of here." The policewoman who had not made any noise stood at the window at some point, looked outside, and suddenly spoke, his eyes full of shock.

This woman didn't speak, and Zhang Ping'an really ignored her existence. She thought that after so long, she should wake up from her fear and madness, but she didn't expect that she would be foolish when she spoke.

Zhang Ping'an was too lazy to pay attention to her, and kept the things on the table and didn't look back.

"I'm talking to you, what's your attitude?" The policewoman came over and stared at Zhang Ping'an.

Where did this woman get the confidence? She is quite arrogant. Why can’t she understand the situation at all? It seems that she is still handcuffed by herself now.

"Which system are you in? You handcuff me? Let me go, otherwise you will look good." The policewoman saw that Zhang Ping'an was disdainful of her at all, so he was so angry that he showed no mercy.

Zhang Ping'an had to put down the things he had not finished cleaning up and asked strangely, "Do I need to explain to you when doing things?"

"I can see, do you dare to pretend to be a policeman? No wonder you did that before, hooligan, pervert!" The policewoman realized it and was a little panicked, but his mouth was still very hard.

"Brother Ping'an is a good person, why are you talking nonsense?" Zhou Qianqian was very protective of Zhang Ping'an at this time.

Zhang Ping'an sighed. This is another second-generation official who feels good about himself, and his sense of superiority is everywhere.

He turned around, "You shouted at a police officer with a gun, I wonder how to write the word "death"?"

The female policewoman's face turned pale, but she forced herself to sneer, turned her head and didn't dare to look at Zhang Ping'an's face. "Police Officer? Humph, the hooligan is almost the same..."

Zhang Ping'an shook his head and patted the female policewoman's delicate face, "Police girl, right? I guess there are many people who pursue you usually and they spoil you. Maybe you will still be living until now and they will protect you with their lives, and they will even put a gun on you at the last moment, right?"

The policewoman turned his face away in disgust, trying to avoid Zhang Ping'an's hand, but how could he avoid it? He patted it in a real way.

"Since you have survived, you should cherish this life. Don't you know that I can kill you easily?" Zhang Ping'an said seriously by patting the gun on his waist.

"I'm a policeman, how dare you attack the police?"

When I met the best, I was still stubborn at this time. This was also the case when I met Zhang Ping'an. If it fell on the bald yellow-haired hand before, I didn't know how many times it was taken. Although the identity of the police officer had a little more deterrent effect, a beautiful female policewoman would be more likely to inspire people to commit crimes and conquer.

"Police? I said you are right. If you take off your clothes, you will be nothing." Zhang Ping'an smiled and pushed the policewoman. She staggered and hit the desk, and exclaimed softly.

Zhang Ping'an stepped forward and stuck her neck, stretched out his other hand, fumbled around her waist, and pulled it hard, and the other party's police belt was forcibly pulled off his pants and held it in Zhang Ping'an's hand.

"What are you doing?" The policewoman struggled hard, "Let me go, my dad is Director Zhang Zhanping of the Municipal Bureau. Do you dare to treat me like this, you hooligan!"

"It turned out to be the daughter of the director. Tsk tsk, I'll just say... I raped you now, right in the police station. It's best if your chief dad is still alive, come and kill me!" Zhang Ping'an grabbed the waist of the other party's trousers and pulled it down. The female police uniform trousers, wool trousers, long-lasting pants and underwear were pulled down together, and pulled to her knees, revealing her white buttocks, round gullies, pink and white, delicate, infinite beauty.

"Ah!" The policewoman was stunned and screamed loudly. He leaned on the table and stretched his hand down. He wanted to pull his pants, but he couldn't reach it.

Zhou Qianqian was also shocked, and opened her mouth wide to see why Zhang Ping'an, who was usually calm and calm, suddenly became tyrannical and looked like a crazy tiger.

Zhang Ping'an shook his belt and pulled it off.

Boom!

The wide belt thrust heavily on the snow-white buttocks, trembling suddenly, and then a red mark quickly appeared in that place, bright and dazzling.

"Oh!"

The policewoman was so painful that his body suddenly collapsed and his tears burst into tears. His handcuffed hands barely reached behind to protect his buttocks.

"Do you know why you are being beaten?"

Zhang Ping'an ignored the other party's reaction and pulled down another belt with his backhand.

This time it was thrusting on the other party's buttocks-protecting hand. The policewoman shrank and his whole body was trembling with pain, "Don't hit, don't hit."

"I know it hurts?"

Zhang Ping'an dropped his belt and let go of his hand. The policewoman slid down from the table, knelt on the ground, sobbed, and pulled his pants with his swollen hands.

"In the future, learn more and replace others, this will not end up like this."

Zhang Ping'an threw the handcuffs and keys at the other party's feet, called Zhou Qianqian and walked out the door.

The little girl walked behind silently until she was going down the stairs, and couldn't help but ask, "Don't you save her? Why did you... I thought you wanted..."

The little girl was talking hesitantly.

Zhang Ping'an asked strangely, "Didn't you save her? Do you have to take her with you if you save someone? I'm not a shelter!" Zhang Ping'an replied casually, "She has to walk the next road by herself. I have taught her a lesson. I guess she has a deep impression on her, but it's better to learn some lesson than to die. Spanking is better than being turned into a human..."

The little girl muttered, "Don't have to do this..."

Zhang Ping'an smiled and turned around and said, "Is there any better effect than this? Well, if you are stupid, I will try this method..."
Chapter completed!