If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools.
At present, it seems that apart from brains, being able to use tools is Feng Jing's biggest advantage. Bronze knows that he must buy good equipment before playing in a group.
It's a pity that he is not a craftsman, so he can only choose the tools readily available at home.
After rummaging through the cabinets, a variety of household items were placed in front of me.
Conveniently available for attack include a five-piece knife set and a household tool box.
The five-piece set includes two kitchen knives, one each for a fruit knife, a pair of scissors, and an iron rod for an unknown purpose. He has only used the fruit knife for these.
The tool box contains a hammer, a wrench, a utility knife, various types of screwdrivers, a flashlight, etc.
In Feng Jing's vision, he wanted to arm himself as a sword and shield soldier. He was only going to carry one attack tool, leaving him with only one choice - a hammer.
Its advantages include low proficiency requirements and durability.
After all, you’re still not sure about the zombie’s defense and weakness, the head? heart? Afraid of fire? Afraid of water?
What should I do if I go out with a kitchen knife and chop it up randomly?
In movies and TV shows, a screwdriver or fruit knife is inserted directly into the temple, which is convenient and efficient. He also wants to learn it, but he is not proficient enough.
It would be nice to have an axe.
It was easy to choose a shield. I found a pot lid with a suitable size, grabbed the handle and waved it twice, which was pretty good.
I hope the zombie's attack won't be too outrageous. Suddenly a giant tongue whips him or a strong hand cracks his skull and pierces the shield, and he will die in front of it.
After taking off his protective clothing, Feng Jing thickened all his clothes, put them on again, tied a towel on each forearm, and tied his trouser legs with ropes to complete his arming.
Standing in front of the mirror, Feng Jing, who is 1.82 meters tall, has a bloated figure. He is wearing a gray protective suit and white goggles under the slightly protruding brim of his hat. He has a pot lid in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand. His image is indescribably funny, as if he were performing in a circus. It will attract applause from the audience.
The classic style did not attract Feng Jing's attention. He was trying to calm down his uneasy mood, constantly simulating countermeasures for various emergencies in his mind.
Finally, after downing a bowl of chicken soup, taking a deep breath, waving the hammer, and silently saying "Come on," Feng Jing walked toward the door.
Carefully placing the pot lid on the ground, he began to observe through the peephole, and then he lay on the door and listened for a while. Feng Jing then quietly turned the door handle and opened a gap. After confirming that there was no movement, he opened the door. He first stretched out the hammer, and then stretched out his head to look around. ,Safety!
He opened the door, pulled the handle of the neighbor opposite the door, carefully avoided the combination lock, made sure the door was closed, then went back and picked up the pot lid and walked out.
Feng Jing first quietly checked the conditions in the stairwells on the fourth and sixth floors, and checked the openings of the four neighbors' doors to prevent zombies from wandering into his home.
Fortunately, there are only two households on each floor, so it is not troublesome to confirm.
After the inspection was completed, there were nine floors upstairs and three floors downstairs. Feng Jing decided to check down first. The temporary calm relieved his tension slightly, and at the same time he noticed a facility that was not at all planned.
"Fire hydrant"!
The three words seemed to strike his soul like a bolt of lightning. Feng Jing realized that his plan could be slightly changed. It seemed that it could increase the space for pulling?
It’s been almost a year since I moved to my new home. Why have I never noticed a fire hydrant in the stairwell?
Don't rush to make a decision now, let's finish cleaning the stairs.
In this way, Feng Jing went downstairs to clean up floor by floor. It usually took only two minutes to go downstairs for more than ten minutes, until he confirmed that the safety passage door and the building door leading to the underground floor were both closed. His back I was already sweating profusely, and this outfit was really too hot.
Looking out from the door of the building, there were some items scattered on the ground not far away. No zombies were seen. Feng Jing tried his best to resist the temptation and sat on the steps to rest.
I took off my gloves, wiped the sweat from my palms, stretched my hands into the sun, and found that the burning pain had subsided slightly, which was a good thing!
If you can slowly adapt to the sun, your chances of survival will be greatly increased. After all, wearing protective clothing is too inconvenient to move around, and the brim and goggles will also block your field of vision.
After resting, Feng Jing quickly returned to the fifth floor, confirmed that his home was safe, breathed a sigh of relief, quickly drank a large amount of water, and continued upstairs.
The seventh floor is safe; the eighth floor is safe; ... the thirteenth floor is safe; the door of room 1401 on the fourteenth floor is ajar!
Feng Jing held his breath and ignored 1401. After confirming 1402 and the two households on the top floor above, Feng Jing quietly retreated to the sixth floor to think about countermeasures.
The first goal of the original plan was to clean the corridors, close all residents' doors, and use the home or even the entire unit as a safe zone.
Everything went relatively smoothly. There were no zombies in the corridor. The only one who was in danger was 1401. As long as the door of 1401 was closed, the goal was achieved.
But the unexpected discovery of a fire hydrant gave him the idea of breaking into the house, and he began to make deductions.
Enter the room. If you can't defeat them, exit and close the door. At most, you will get nothing and continue with your original plan. If there are only one or two, you can try to use the fire hydrant to set up a blockade to delay the zombies. You can arrange nine from the fourteenth floor to the door of your home to deal with one or two. Just enough.
This battle must be won!
Feng Jing was a little excited. The plan he thought of when he stayed in the room was unreliable. There were too many variables. Soldiers were unpredictable, water was unpredictable, and I was the one who said it was adaptable to the situation.
Do whatever you want, put down the pot lid and hammer, walk to the fifth and a half floors, and gently press the red button of the fire hydrant.
"boom!"
Damn it!
Feng Jing felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
"I obviously pressed it gently!"
He squatted down and remained motionless, holding his breath and listening to the sounds upstairs. He even forgot about the hammer on the pot lid.
Three minutes passed. Except for the faint sound of scratching on the door nearby, there was no other sound coming from upstairs.
Feng Jing just sat down on the ground, already soaked even before he fought.
This game is too difficult!
He went to the sixth floor to pick up the hammer and pot lid and went home. He sat on the sofa and thought about it. This method didn't seem to work.
The sound was too loud and there was no response this time. On the bright side, there were no zombies in 1401, which was perfect. What if it was because it was beyond the hearing range of zombies, so what if we continued going up?
He doesn't dare to gamble!
I accidentally caught a glimpse of the towel tied to my arm, "Bang", I was really suffocated.
Rubbing his head in pain, Feng Jing thought of alternatives, ropes, trousers, sheets. Even if they were not as strong as a fire hydrant, they would be dead after a few rounds if they were blocked with a few hammers. He did not believe they were wearing helmets.
Feng Jing moved all the clothes in the cabinet to the bed and found a few items that were relatively strong. He twisted them into ropes bit by bit, tied them to the door handle on the opposite side, and then tied them to the handrail of the stairs. He pulled them and found that they were still strong enough.
Seeing that the open fire hydrant door was open, he slowly pulled out the fire hydrant, screwed one end to the faucet, and tied the other end to the handrail.
Just tie them to the twelfth floor, nine in total, which is enough.
Lifting the lid of the hammer pot, Feng Jing went upstairs again, preparing to open the blind box.
When he came to the door, he bent his knees slightly, held the pot lid in front of his chest with his left hand, and slowly opened the door with the tip of the hammer with his right hand. He faced the living room, and there was no body!
The structure of the house was basically the same as his own. Feng Jing stepped into the door with his right foot, stretched out the pot lid, and looked around. On the right, there was no body; in the dining room on the left, there was no body!
I took two more steps to the left and checked the kitchen connected to the restaurant, but there was still no one!
Continuing forward, being careful to avoid the debris on the ground, there are only three rooms left that have not been confirmed, the bathroom on the right, and the two bedrooms on the left and right.
The bathroom door was ajar, and I put it aside. I went to the master bedroom on the right, took a step forward, and looked around, but there was still nothing there!
Feng Jing exited and turned around. At this moment, an accident happened!
Perhaps because of his bloated figure, when he turned around, the pot lid accidentally hit the door frame, "Bang!"
Regardless of being surprised, Feng Jing quickly turned around and saw a zombie rushing toward him from the opposite side with a low roar and its mouth open.
Feng Jing stepped forward, put the pot lid against his jaw, swung the hammer, aimed it at the left side of the zombie's head, and gave two "bang bangs". In an instant, green liquid flowed from its head.
Only then did he recognize the zombie, an old man in his sixties or seventies. Although his face had become ugly, his figure and clothes still matched the image in his memory.
In the first round of fighting, Feng Jing quickly judged the zombie's combat effectiveness. It moved slowly and the impact on him was not strong. He could fight!
Feng Jing continued to swing the hammer and hit his head violently. At this moment, he heard movement from the bathroom on the right rear.
This caused his blood vessels to bulge and he almost ascended to the sky.
The situation was unclear, and he decisively chose to retreat because he did not want to be under siege due to his greed for output.
He used his left hand to push the old man staggering, turned around and ran towards the door. He pulled the door down to block him for a moment, then ran towards the twelfth floor.
"Damn it, zombies can actually open the door. Why can't you press the password to lock it?" He complained without delaying his quick movements and ducked through the blockade, stopping to observe what was going on behind him.
Before the zombies could catch up, Feng Jing took a breath and waited for a while, when there was a rolling sound above his head.
I saw two zombies rolling from above to the middle of the stairs, then slowly stood up, and were about to fall forward and roll down again.
"Fuck me!" Feng Jing couldn't help but swore, and took two steps back, ready to run away if the situation went wrong.
The two zombies rushed down and fell down. They slid down the stairs and slipped directly through the blockade to Feng Jing.
God-given opportunity!
Feng Jing quickly stepped forward and placed the pot lid on the head of the nearest zombie. Regardless of the pain, he pressed it with his knees. Then he picked up a hammer and hit the other zombie's head continuously. "Bang bang bang" kept ringing in the corridor. the sound of.
The two zombies kept trying to get up, but they couldn't withstand the strength of Feng Jing's body and the heavy blow of the hammer. The claws they waved randomly had limited attack power. As long as they paid attention to avoiding attacks on the face, they would not cause any harm to him who was fully armed. harm.
After hammering for an unknown number of times, the attacked zombie finally became motionless. Feng Jing put his knee on his back, took off the lid of the pot and hammered another zombie to death.
The battle is over, Double kill, and the achievement of hammering Nanshan Nursing Home is achieved!
