Chapter 45:

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date="2021-09-09"

title="Chapter 45:"

weight="134776"

series = ["A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse"]

mode = "manual"

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There was a man standing in the iron cage, a big boy, who looked like a high school student, at most just a college student.

He was wearing sportswear, as if he had just finished gym class, but he didn't know what he had experienced. The clothes were dirty and there was a big hole in his pants.

There are pairs of brand-name sneakers on the feet, which were supposed to be white, but now they are flowery and dirty, turning into a grayish color.

His expression was tense, and his face was paler than paper.

The weather is not too hot, the cave is especially cool, but his face is covered with drops of cold sweat.

He is choosing weapons.

There was a wooden table in the cage. On the table were a pistol, a knife measuring one foot long, and a long-handled fork with a length of one or two meters and a strange shape.

He pointed at the gun without hesitation.

Standing by the table was a big five-and-three sturdy man who saw that he had chosen a gun, helped him to load the bullet, and handed it to him.

The boy in sneakers took the gun and held it tightly in his hand as if holding his own life.

He retreated to the corner of the cage, leaned against the iron fence and waited, his chest undulating violently, as if he was taking a deep breath, his face paler than before.

On the other side of the big iron cage, several people moved a zombie cage to the stage and put it in the big iron cage.

It is rare for the zombies in the cage to see so many living people at the same time, rushing into the cage door frantically.

Amid the clanging impact and the howling of the zombies, the sneaker man glanced helplessly at the crazy crowd below.

The strong man immediately noticed and asked him, "Do you want to quit? It's too late to regret now."

It turns out that participating in the cage fight is voluntary.

Although scared, the sneaker man still said: "Don't quit. I have to make money."

Seeing that he didn't intend to change his mind, the strong man got out of the iron cage, closed the door, and stood on the platform in front of the cage shouting.

"Tell me again, this time it's a C card. The number of zombies killed is two. Are there anyone else to bet? If you buy it, it's about to start!"

Below is a tidal wave of cheers and whistles.

Two waiters are registering in the crowd to collect chips, and countless people are betting wildly.

The brawny man waited for the chaos from below to pass before he walked to the side and picked up a steel drill as long as a javelin.

He stretched the steel drill into the iron railing of the bucket cage, and lightly picked it against the iron pin on the zombie cage.

The door of the zombie cage clicked and opened.

The zombies in the cage had already seen the sneaker man outside, rushed out like crazy, and went straight to him.

The sneaker man raised his gun in a panic and shot at the zombie.

With a bang, it was missed, and the zombies were unscathed, and they didn't even touch the sides.

The sound of gunfire surging among the rock walls of the cave, echoed with a long tail sound, as if stimulated by the sound of gunfire, the cheers, screams, and curses below sounded like a boiling pot.

The sneaker man tried his best to calm down, supporting the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and fired another shot before the zombie pounced in front of him.

The bullet finally penetrated the zombie's head.

The zombie pounced on the ground in front of the sneaker man's feet and stopped moving.

The zombie fell, and the sneaker man finally relaxed, knelt on the ground with both knees, crying with joy.

The audience below is crazy, someone is howling desperately, probably betting right to win the money.

Others were yelling and cursing, "What are you doing with the shot so fast? I made a mistake!"

The brawny man went to open the door of the bucket, and the sneaker man came out of the bucket with joy.

The strong man put a large stack of chips into a bag and handed it to him. He held the bag to his chest, looking so happy that Bei could not be found, stepped off the stage and left.

He is gone, the game is not over yet.

The brawny man jumped on the stage and announced: "Now we are going to play the third game. This time it is a D, and the number of kills is zero. This is the last game tonight, everyone hurry up to bet!"

The man who was brought to the cage this time was a thin man in his forties.

He looked at the weapons on the table once, and seemed to hesitate.

Bei Nuan thought to herself, what is there to hesitate about, of course it is to choose a gun, how can there be a gun for the other two?

The thin man may have never used a gun before, and he is not sure about it.

But he chose the gun in the end.

He handed the gun to the strong man, his whole body trembling visibly.

The brawny man saw him being afraid of that, and asked him, "Do you want to quit?"

The thin man hesitated, but still shook his head.

Bei Nuan felt that this person seemed to be unable to even stand, how could he kill zombies after a while?

The thin man walked to the corner of the cage tremblingly as he admitted his fate, and raised his gun tremblingly.

The zombie cage was lifted up, and as soon as the cage door opened, a zombie threw its teeth and claws straight out, and the whole audience was screaming.

As soon as the zombie came out, the man shivered and shot it twice.

The distance was too far, and the shaking was too strong, and none of them were hit.

But there is no third bullet in the gun.

The man turned and ran.

The cage was only one room big, and couldn't run a few steps altogether. The zombie ran faster than him, and it only took a few seconds to catch up with the man. A pounce rushed him down, and he was biting indiscriminately when he went up.

The exciting scene made the screams in the audience even crazier.

Someone from the casino came up with a gun and shot directly at the zombies and men in the iron cage, ending the chaos.

The audience in the audience discussed vigorously about winning or losing. Someone on the stage got into the iron cage, dragged the man and the zombies out, and cleared the chaotic field.

Bei Nuan now understands.

Shouldn't they want to send her into a cage to fight zombies?

If she is thrown into the lake, Bei Nuan can figure out how to move her hands and feet. If she is lucky, she might find a chance to kill the people who throw her into the lake directly without going into the water.

But now, in front of so many people, there is no other way but to kill the zombies on the ground.

Bei Nuan was extremely painful.

It is not difficult to find a way to kill a zombie. The difficult thing is to kill it without exposing the space.

Sure enough, Qiu Ji said to Bei Nuan: "Little girl, I will give you a chance to let you enter the cage. If you win, you won't be thrown into the lake today."

Then he turned around and asked his brother, "Brother, what do you think?"

Qiu Zhengxun did not object this time.

He looked up and down Bei Nuan's small body, nodded solemnly, and happily accepted Qiu Ji's suggestion.

Probably in his mind, when Bei Nuan was thrown into the iron cage, it was the same as throwing her into the lake. People were already dead.

Qiu Ji left his seat, walked to Bei Nuan, glanced at his brother, and lowered his voice.

"Throw it into the lake and you will definitely die. Although entering the cage looks terrible, there is actually a high probability that you can live. I think you have a lot of courage, so it's better to take a gamble."

Bei Nuan knew that he was right.

For normal people, it is much better to kill zombies in an iron cage than to tie them up and throw them into the lake. It is indeed a chance to survive.

Bei Nuan had no choice but to nod.

Qiu Ji smiled at Bei Nuan and gave Bei Nuan another good suggestion.

"After a while, you will enter the fighting cage, and there will be weapons on the table for you to choose. I suggest you choose a gun. From the time we started this game to now, the winning rate of gun selection is about 50%. Choose the other two. The winning rate is less than 20%."

All fools know that of course it is better to choose a gun.

Probably only if you practice like Lu Xingchi and Jiang Fei, you can win with a knife.

The problem is that Bei Nuan has never touched a pistol in her life.

In previous military training, the school had organized target shooting with semi-automatic rifles.

He was lying there, touching a gun for the first time in his life, Bei Nuan was so excited that he accidentally dialed a burst of fire.

With a squeeze of the trigger, there was a crackle, all the bullets didn't know where they were going.

Something like a pistol probably works the same way, right?

Bei Nuan glanced at the big iron cage on the stage again, worried.

Bei Nuan didn't know, she had a pitiful face now, her eyes were misty, her mouth was pursed, as if she was about to cry.

Qiu Ji glanced at her again, and suddenly began to intercede with Qiu Zhengxun.

"Brother, she didn't make a big mistake, but she was naughty and went into places that shouldn't be entered. Let's forget it this time?"

Bei Nuan instantly felt that this person was actually not too bad, at least a little better than his brother.

Qiu Zhengxun snorted coldly, "There is a local rule in one place. Make an exception every day, how can you convince people? Waiting for these workers to ride on your head?"

He didn't even give his brother any face.

The smile on Qiu Ji's face faded, and when he glanced at Bei Nuan, he suddenly took out a pistol from his waist.

"Have you used a pistol?" Qiu Ji asked.

Bei Nuan shook his head honestly.

"Come here, try the gun, the gun in the bucket is the same as this one."

Qiu Ji cleanly unloaded the bullet from the magazine and handed the empty gun to Bei Nuan.

The gun was black all over, with the barrel part on it made of metal, and the grip on it seemed to be made of plastic.

Much lighter than Bei Nuan thought, only slightly heavier than an ordinary folding umbrella.

"You are weak, and you have to hold the gun with both hands. You may be unstable with one hand."

Qiu Ji walked to Bei Nuan, asked her to hold the gun in both hands, helped her adjust her posture, and instructed Bei Nuan how to aim with a sight.

Aiming is no big difference from a rifle, it's not difficult, but—

It is said in the novel that when using a gun, you must open the insurance first, otherwise the zombie will jump over, and the insurance has not been opened, isn’t it all over?

The question is, where is the insurance?

"Where is the insurance for this gun?" Bei Nuan asked Qiu Ji.

"Do you still know insurance?"

Qiu Ji was teaching her to aim and couldn't help laughing in her ears.

"The design of this gun is not the same. The insurance is connected to the trigger. You can pull the trigger directly without opening the insurance."

"Oh." Bei Nuan turned the gun head and pointed it at Qiu Ji's head beside him.

Qiu Ji knew that there were no bullets in the gun, but she was taken aback by her.

He immediately avoided the muzzle and taught Bei Nuan, "Do not point the muzzle at anyone at any time, whether there is bullets in the gun or not. This is a good habit that can save lives."

Qiu Zhengxun sat on his seat with an unhappy expression and watched Qiu Ji teach Bei Nuan to use the gun. Qiu Ji completely ignored him and taught him wholeheartedly.

After teaching for a while, the strong man who presided over the cage fight came over.

As soon as she came over, she saw Bei Nuan pointing her black muzzle at herself.

The strong man also shivered, and quickly avoided.

"Don't worry, there are no bullets in the gun." Bei Nuan comforted him.

"It's scary without bullets."

The brawny man smiled at Bei Nuan, holding a small notebook in his hand and holding a shiny pink pen. It turned out to be here to register.

He said to Bei Nuan, "Show me your iron medal."

Bei Nuan pulled out the iron medal from his chest and showed it to him.

Seeing the F on the iron plate, the brawny man suddenly fell silent, and then looked at Bei Nuan's gaze and revealed a little compassion.

But he seemed to know that Bei Nuan was forced, so he didn't ask any more, only wrote an "F" in the notebook.

"Have you had any experience in killing zombies before?" He asked again.

Bei Nuan thought about it carefully, and it really did.

When was in S City, met Du Ruo for the first time. In order to rescue him from the zombie's mouth, he used an oxygen cylinder to smash a zombie.

Bei Nuan replied: "One time."

Her answer was greater than the brawny expected.

The strong man looked up and down Bei Nuan again, as if he didn't believe that an F card like her could actually kill zombies.

But still register on the small book: the number of kills is one.

"Have you killed a zombie once?" Qiu Ji asked next to him.

Bei Nuan thought: It's not a big deal to kill it once, and it's not too much to kill it. It's mainly because someone else kills too fast and it's not a turn.

"That time was also a mismatch, it happened." Bei Nuan dealt with him.

The brawny man finished his question, and returned to the opposite stage with his notebook, and announced to the crowd below: "Today I added a fourth game temporarily. This time it is an F card. The number of kills is one. If you want to bet, hurry up and place a bet. what!"

"F card?" The people below burst into laughter.

"What's the fun with an F card? Who will bet an F card to win?"

However, there were still a lot of people placing bets, all surrounded by a waiter, three floors inside and three floors outside, crowded.

Bei Nuan looked over there, wondering, and asked Qiu Ji: "Are they all betting me to lose? If everyone bet me to lose, then whose money will they win?"

Qiu Ji explained, "They are betting on your various ways of losing. For example, you will die with one shot, or you will die after two shots, or you will be bitten by a zombie before you can fire one shot. Also, the zombies will die first. Bite your head, bite your foot, bite your hand, etc. etc. The odds are different for each bet."

Bei Nuan was speechless, "Is nobody bet me to win?"

Qiu Ji glanced at the waiter responsible for betting on Bei Nuan.

Bei Nuan followed his gaze and looked over. I saw the waiter standing alone with the box in his arms, no one cares at all.

"Probably because you are F. From the beginning to the present, there has never been a F in the cage game. The odds are very high, but no one wants to bet, and they think it is a waste of money."

Bei Nuan was angry.

Bei Nuan asked Qiu Ji: "Can you lend me five dollars?"

Qiu Ji really took out his wallet and took out one, "If you don't have five dollars, can one hundred?"

"Yes, I will pay you back later."

Bei Nuan took the banknotes and waved to the lonely waiter standing outside the pile of people, "Come here."

Bei Nuan handed her the one hundred yuan, "I bet I will win." Then he asked, "What can I bet to win?"

Qiu Ji watched Bei Nuan place a bet.

Bei Nuan asked him while placing a bet: "You just said that you have never won an F card in a cage fight. I have an F card. Do you think I will lose?"

"The iron card is something my brother and Old Hu made."

Qiu Ji lowered his voice, turned his head to look at his brother calmly, and smiled at Bei Nuan.

"I believe in probability and in miracles."

As soon as he was finished, the strong man on the opposite stage came here again. He took Bei Nuan through the crowd, walked onto the stage, and sent her into the cage.

The moment she walked into the cage, the audience suddenly fell silent.

No one thought that the F card to kill the zombies was such a little girl.

Her face is pure and her eyes are innocent. She is locked in a big rough iron cage, like a bird that has accidentally fallen into a trap and is locked in a cage.

"Little girl, did you come to the cage voluntarily?" someone below couldn't help but reminded, "according to the rules of the casino, if you don't want to, you can still go now."

"That is, you have an F card, why are you making this kind of money? Is it too slow to die?"

Bei Nuan thought to herself, it was voluntary for others to come here, but she was not.

That Qiu Zhengxun didn't know why, he was very murderous towards Bei Nuan, and didn't want to let her go.

Sure enough, the strong man did not follow the process and asked Bei Nuan whether to quit.

Bei Nuan went directly to the table to get the gun.

The gun was exactly the same as the one that Qiu Ji tried for Bei Nuan just now. The strong man pressed two bullets in in front of Bei Nuan and put the remaining weapons out of the iron cage.

The iron cage containing the zombies was transported up and pushed into the bucket cage.

A zombie was shouting inside, and when he saw Bei Nuan, he immediately rushed in the direction of Bei Nuan, grabbed the barbed wire, and shook the cage door frantically.

The strong man retired to the bucket cage, closed the iron door, and removed the steel drill used for the iron pin.

Bei Nuan settled down, and walked to the corner farthest from the zombie cage.

Bei Nuan used the posture that Qiu Ji had just taught, standing with feet apart, holding the gun in both hands, raising it, and aiming at the door of the zombie cage.

The audience suddenly lost the excitement and silence.

Bei Nuan knew that everyone was looking at him with breathlessness.

But Bei Nuan only stared at the door of the zombie cage with good eyes.

The burly man finally glanced at Bei Nuan regretfully, stretched out the steel drill, and lifted the iron pin away.

The moment the cage door opened, the zombie rushed towards Bei Nuan like a running wild dog.

Bei Nuan held a gun in both hands, aimed at the head of the zombie, but did not shoot.

Hold on.

The zombie grinned, only Bei Nuan in his eyes, and the route he rushed over did not dodge or hide, it was a proper straight line.

Just now Bei Nuan had already used Qiu Ji's head and that of the brawny man to make gestures, the closer he was, the more sure he was.

There are only two bullets, absolutely not to be wasted.

From the moment when he held the gun, Bei Nuan chanted to herself in her heart:

I am a gun rack.

I am a gunslinger with no emotions.

I am a gun rack that is not afraid of zombies.

I am a wooden gun rack.

The gun frame stood steadily there, really motionless, aiming at a zombie that couldn't even hide, making the head of the zombie at the end of the sight bigger and bigger.

Everyone held their breath.

Since the addition of the game of zombie cage fighting, the audience has watched many kinds of panic.

Some people were so scared that the cage door was shot out before the cage door was fully opened, and some people ran away, forgetting that they had a gun in their hands.

I have never seen anyone able to be so motionless, until the zombie almost rushed to the bottom of the nose and didn't shoot.

Many people are thinking, is this little girl completely scared when the zombie rushes over?

Of course the gun shelf has not forgotten.

It just stood there indifferently, watching the zombie's head get bigger and bigger at the end of the front sight.

When the zombie's head was really big to the standard in the gun shelf's mind, the gun shelf pulled the trigger.

With a bang.

The zombie gave a sudden stop, and then disappeared from the end of the sight.

Only one bullet hit the center of the eyebrow accurately, but the second one was not used.

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and then it boiled.

Excited screams turned into a boiling ocean. Many people forgot their bets and cheered desperately. The cheers and screams were mixed with loud curses. Some people were annoyed by the losing chips.

There are still many people who have not been relieved from the shock at all: an F, actually killed the zombie? Only shot one shot?

Bei Nuan was not too excited.

Lu Xingchi had done this before her hundreds of times.

The zombies rushed over and hit the center of the eyebrows, and the zombies leaped back and hit the center of the eyebrows again. The machinery is like daily work.

Therefore, Bei Nuan was not as panicking as others when he rushed over to the zombies.

There is Lu Xingchi by his side, and Lu Xingchi will take care of everything.

Even if the zombies swarmed like a tide, he could calm her down.

There is no Lu Xingchi in the cage today, but it is as if there is him, except that he usually does the work he does, this time he changed to Bei Nuan to do it himself.

Only kill one, if you fail to hit, he will laugh at him.

She loses the second shot.