PS: Something happened when I went out today, so I was delayed...

"I was so lucky that I didn't fall to death or hurt..."

Zhou Chuanwen sat on a table and leaned against the wall, chewing on the energy bar while counting the remaining equipment.

"I don't know how the captain and the others are doing. Alas, everyone has dispersed. Where can I find this?"

There is still a lot of ammunition on your body now, but the problem is that most of them are magazines of submachine guns, and the MP5 was dropped before, so it cannot be picked up now. Zhou Chuanwen is struggling with whether to bring these magazines with him. In addition, there are two Glock 17 on his body, a dagger and an engineer shovel. 3 grenades and 2 flash bullets.

"If I had known this, I would have picked an extra submachine gun and put it on my back..." Zhou Chuanwen took out a small box from his shirt pocket, took out a deformation capsule from it, and threw it on the ground. With a bang, a Remington M870-type gaunt gun felt like he was lying on the ground.

The capsule box was sent to everyone in the office before by Li Yao. He was placed on his body for later use. In addition to guns, there were also a lot of ammunition, some medicines and food, but I didn't expect it to be used so soon.

"For some reason, the captain likes such police or civilian firearms, although they are really useful." Zhou Chuanwen stuffed the energy bar into his mouth and chewed it while muttering.

"If I could double-hand AK one day, it would be so handsome, no, it would be even more awesome if it was Gatlin." Zhou Chuanwen walked over and picked up the shotgun from the table and stumbled in his hand.

The feeling of holding it in your hand is a little heavy, which is heavier than the feeling of holding it in your hand. Maybe it was because it was the metal stock that was deliberately chosen by the butt stock, and there were 5 spare ammunition hanging on the stock.

Click—

"Hmm?" Zhou Chuanwen, who was fiddling with the shotgun in his hand, seemed to hear something sounded at the door, so he picked up the gun and walked slowly towards the door.

The place where Zhou Chuanwen stretched out was the basement, which looked like a place where miscellaneous items were placed. He walked around here for a few times, but he didn't find any ghosts, but he couldn't find the stairs to go up, but some things were still hard to say.

"Guru——"

Zhou Chuanwen couldn't help swallowing, and thought about holding the flashlight that was on the table and hanging it on the external hook of the shotgun, lifting the muzzle toward the worn wooden door.

The sound outside became clearer and clearer, and it sounded like footsteps.

"Are the newcomers? No, probably not, how could they come here?"

Zhou Chuanwen couldn't help but remember the illusion he encountered before. Since ghosts can do this, there is no reason not to imitate the sound of human footsteps.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, as if the "people" outside the door stopped at the door.

Zhou Chuanwen suddenly became nervous, and he could only hear his heartbeat in the quiet storage room.

I heard the dilapidated door creaking, as if people outside were gently pushing the door. The door lock of this door had been broken and could be easily pushed open.

Zhou Chuanwen pulled the trigger and began to force his finger. As long as he waited until the "person" outside the door opened the door, he would directly shoot him.

Unfortunately, things went against my wishes. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the door was kicked open. Before Zhou Chuanwen could react, a strong light shot into his eyes, making him unable to help but close his eyes.

"Well, it's terrible!"

Before closing his eyes, he seemed to see something that was about to smash it to himself. Zhou Chuanwen hurriedly raised the shotgun in his hand. With a muffled sound, Zhou Chuanwen felt his arms sank, as if the thing was hitting his shotgun.

"Huh? Isn't this the veteran little brat?"

"Who are you calling me!"

A slight surprise and helpless word came into his ears, and the sound sounded a little familiar. Zhou Chuanwen's eyes, which were shook by the strong light, forced open it to look at it.

"Who are you?"

When I opened my eyes, I saw a vague face wearing glasses.

"I am Yu Haosheng, the one who robbed the bank." Seeing that he seemed to be unable to recognize him, Yu Haosheng took the initiative to speak.

"Is there anyone who introduced myself like this..."

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"Give it." Looking at the newcomer who was eating with a gentle look on his face, Zhou Chuanwen handed over the energy bar.

"Thank you." The newcomer responded lightly.

"It's okay, why have you changed your clothes? You also brought a pair of glasses?" Looking at Yu Haosheng's dress, Zhou Chuanwen asked curiously. He remembered that Yu Haosheng was not myopic.

"This is also impossible. That incident happened too much. My portraits were broadcast on TV all day long. I could only modify them like this. If the newcomers saw it, what might happen." Yu Haosheng pushed down his glasses. Although he was chewing things in his mouth, his mouth was still clear. "I don't have that kind of concern for you seniors, anyway, you know, right?"

"That's true..." Zhou Chuanwen nodded. He didn't show up at first sight before. "How did you get out?"

"I was so desperate that I was chased by ghosts that I could only run down. I didn't expect that I would really get rid of them in the end. What about you, little brat?"

Zhou Chuanwen sighed and replied, "Same, but I fell down."

"Since that's the case, do you have to be together? It's easy for multiple people to take care of it." After eating, Yu Haosheng wiped his mouth and jumped off the table.

"Uh? This..." Zhou Chuanwen pondered for a moment. Although he was very worried about the robbery of the bank, he was indeed as he said. He couldn't do anything alone, so he finally decided to agree. "Okay, one more person has more to do."

"Since that's the case, let's go."

"There are ghosts outside, where are you going? Why don't you wait for a rest?" Looking at Yu Haosheng who was about to open the door, Zhou Chuanwen hurriedly called him.

"Do you think this basement is safe?" Yu Haosheng turned around and sighed a little unhappy. "Tell you, the basement in the horror movie is the most likely place to happen. If you stay here, you will know what we will end up with."

"Hey, I'm already 18!"

Yu Haosheng ignored Zhou Chuanwen's rebuttal and then spoke. "Although this mission is a hide-and-seek, it may be the intention of letting us hide, but don't forget that when playing hide-and-seek, the first floor and the basement are often the first ones that ghosts start looking for. In short, let's go back to the first floor first."

"You can't say that. When I play hide-and-seek with others, there are always people who don't go to the basement to find it..."

Yu Haosheng immediately raised his eyebrows, "Can you leave?"

"Okay, okay, just go." Zhou Chuanwen sat up from the table, pulled out his pistol from his waist and handed it over. "No, this is for you."

"Well? This..." Yu Haosheng was very surprised by Zhou Chuanwen's behavior, but he did not reach out to take it. "Don't you give me the gun? Are you afraid that I, a newcomer, will stab you in the back?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but I can't let you use that all the time." Zhou Chuanwen pointed to the steel pipe in Yu Haosheng's hand and said. "If you are chased by ghosts, do you think you can beat them with this? What if it drags me down..."

Yu Haosheng pushed his glasses, but still didn't reach out to take it. "Will you really treat me as a teammate with that idea so soon? It's really a little brat... No, please put away that thing. I haven't used it before, and I won't use a gun."

"I really don't want it?"

"No, or are you not afraid that someone who has never used a gun will hit you?"

"Then forget it." Zhou Chuanwen curled his lips and took the gun back.

"But you, to be honest, I'm really worried when I see you, a little kid, holding a gun." Yu Haosheng looked at Zhou Chuanwen holding a shotgun with a look of "Are you okay?"

"Don't underestimate me! I have practiced it with the Lord God, where are the target fixed targets within 20-30 meters? "

"Target shooting!? 6 to 9 rings?" Yu Haosheng looked Zhou Chuanwen up and down with a helpless tone of "It's really like that" in surprise. "Hey! Have you watched too many games? In fact, the targets you shoot are not the one-sized piece of paper in the shooting game. What are you doing!"

"Um..." Zhou Chuanwen thought about it and seemed to be that way, "This is the case with the Lord God, how do I know!"

"Don't push the Lord God if you don't know. Do you think Lord God is a little brat who misses you? Really..."

Zhu Shen, who was hanging in the sky, was sweating profusely. "So, it turns out that's the case... This will have to be changed in the future..."

"Damn it, stop calling me a little brat! I'm not a child!" Zhou Chuanwen, who was angry and embarrassed, raised the shotgun muzzle to Yu Haosheng.

"Is that so? You are not a little brat?" Yu Haosheng was not afraid at all, straightening his back and looking down at Zhou Chuanwen.

Zhou Chuanwen is only 1.7 meters tall, while Yu Haosheng is a little thin, but he is about 1.78 meters tall.

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"Huh? How about it? Little~~Fuck~~ Child~~~"
Chapter completed!