Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 252 - She looked at him as if he had a halo shining above his head (3)
Lu Xingchi pondered for a moment before asking a pedestrian, "Where do they go to look for supplies?"
"There's a small town to the west of here. It has everything, but it's infested with zombies."
A nearby enthusiastic middle-aged man asked, "Are you guys going to join the search team? You can sign up at the gate."
Someone else advised, "It's very dangerous to join the search team. The meal tickets aren't worth it. Think about it carefully."
Bei Nuan understood Lu Xingchi's intention. So there was a small town nearby. That town must have a bank too.
It felt kind of absurd. She was searching everywhere for the security box for a key that came from another world. It made as much sense as carving a mark on the side of a boat to locate a sword that had been dropped into a river. Still, it was worth trying. There was a chance she could succeed.
And thus, ten minutes later, the team arrived at the gate.
There was a search team waiting at the gate to set off. They were recruiting people willing to leave the base to collect supplies. The place they were going was too dangerous, so there weren't many people signing up.
One by one, the team registered.
The search team was a group of men, and they seemed familiar with each other. They were either standing or sitting near the gate and happily joking around.
The search team captain's last name was Zheng, and he was leaning against the registration table. His face was grave and stern. The lines of his facial features were as sharp as a knife, and his chin was tinted green and covered with stubble.
He looked like a person that had gone through the challenging experience of surviving in the apocalypse. His words were succinct and forceful, and he was fiddling with a gun.
He glanced at the men in the team and didn't object. When he saw Bei Nuan, he frowned.
He said, "The search team doesn't take their family members with them."
"Oh." Du Ruo patted Bei Nuan's shoulder. "Then we'll go back. Be careful on your own."
Lu Xingchi faintly smiled. He turned around and started leaving with the other "family members".
Captain Zheng: "..."
It had always been difficult for the search team to recruit people. Now that they had finally gotten a few strong youths to sign up, Captain Zheng could only call out to stop them and add Bei Nuan's name to the sign up list.
These new recruits were neatly dressed in clean clothes and looked attractive. They were incompatible with the search team's rugged style.
Bei Nuan heard someone laughing and asking, "Where did these young masters and young lady come from?"
Another person said, "Do they think they're participating in a sightseeing group?"
Bei Nuan pretended she couldn't hear them.
"What weapons do you guys use?" the registration person asked, "If you don't have one, you can borrow knives and crowbars."
Lu Xingchi turned around and gestured for Bei Nuan to open his backpack.
Bei Nuan stood on her tiptoes, unzipped his backpack, and struggled to pull out his metal crossbow.
Jiang Fei took out his two daggers to show them. "I have them."
Du Ruo poked Bei Nuan and said, "My knife."
Bei Nuan thought; his cosplay knife was too long. How could she calmly take that out of a backpack? It would look like she was performing a magic trick.
Her worry was for nothing. Everyone's attention was attracted by Lu Xingchi's exquisite black crossbow and had gone over to look.
While the search team was distracted, Bei Nuan took out Du Ruo's Ming Hong Knife from the backpack even though logically it couldn't possibly fit in the backpack.
As Du Ruo's knife came out, it stole the spotlight from the black crossbow. It was too gaudy. The knife was big and long, the blade was decorated with patterns, and its shape was exaggerated and eye-catching.
Du Ruo proudly waved it with a swish. It could be considered majestic.
Someone, who was as knowledgeable as Bei Nuan, tentatively asked, "Is your knife for cosplay? Has it been sharpened?"
That person carefully touched it with his fingertip.
Bei Nuan thought; you don't have to check. I know it's not sharpened.
The onlookers poked the silver blade.
One of them said, "It doesn't look like it's made of metal. Is it… resin?"
No way, right?
Bei Nuan couldn't resist looking at the knife.
Lu Xingchi whispered into her ear, "You don't need to look. It's probably made of resin. I wanted to sharpen it just now, and I couldn't."
For the sake of Du Ruo's face, he had wanted to secretly sharpen the blade for him. He didn't expect that the knife wasn't even made of metal.
Bei Nuan: "..."
However, Du Ruo didn't care and waved the knife two times. "So what if it's made of resin? Isn't it fine if it's usable?"
Captain Zheng didn't fixate on Du Ruo's knife and had Tang Tang, who didn't have a weapon, get one.
Bei Nuan also wanted to go over and get a crowbar.
The men in the search party laughed when they saw her going over to get a crowbar.
"Little girl, can you even lift a crowbar?"
"Your arm isn't even as thick as a crowbar. Haha."
"Don't give it to her. She might drop it in a zombie pile when she gets scared later. We'll lose a crowbar for nothing."
Suddenly dissatisfied, Bei Nuan retorted, "I'm not familiar with swinging a crowbar, but I know how to use a gun."
The group of men laughed even harder as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.
Captain Zheng didn't laugh. He raised his eyebrows and handed his gun to Bei Nuan.
"Oh? Let me see, shoot," he said.
He bent down, picked up an empty can from the ground, loosely held the can in his hand as he walked towards the gate, and placed the can on the registration table used by the guards.
The distance was about twenty meters. That range wasn't close for a pistol.
Bei Nuan looked at the gun in her hand. It was a silver metal gun that was polished to a shine. It was much heavier than the half-plastic gun she had used in the cage fights.
The gun was loaded and set to fire.
Bei Nuan held the gun in both hands, got into a shooting posture, aimed at the can on the table, and pulled the trigger.
But, the trigger couldn't be pulled.
There was another round of even louder guffaws.
Captain Zheng could only take the gun and help her unlock the safety.
Bei Nuan blushed. She aimed again at the can and shot. The can flew off the table and clattered to the ground.
The surrounding laughter stopped.
Most people here couldn't hit the can from this distance. It was pretty impressive that she didn't miss. Still, there were some people that disagreed.
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