Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 253 - No matter how many days your boss spends fixing the minivan, it isn't as useful as one pat from our boss (1)
A skinny man chuckled and said, "She doesn't even know to unlock the safety. That was just a blind shot where she got lucky."
Captain Zheng heard his words and glanced at Bei Nuan.
"Shoot again."
Then, he nodded at the skinny man and said, "Put the can back on the table."
The skinny man laughed. With an expression of let's see how many more times you can get lucky, he ran over to the table.
He found the can that had been knocked over. When he was about to put the can back on the table, he glanced at it, and his expression changed.
Captain Zheng saw that he was holding the can without moving and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you in a daze?"
The skinny man held the can, turned his head with a shocked expression, and answered, "Her… her shot hit the star."
The can was dark blue. There were three yellow stars printed on the top of the can. Although the yellow color stood out from the dark blue, each star was smaller than a peanut.
Bei Nuan's bullet had shot right through the top of the center star.
Everyone looked at the shot star.
At that distance, her eyesight had to be exceptional to see the stars.
At this moment, the gun went off again.
The skinny man was so scared that he flung the can away.
And then, the third gunshot came.
The skinny man crouched down and covered his head. He curled up as much as possible and didn't dare to move.
Bei Nuan obediently handed back the gun to Captain Zheng and asked, "You don't need me to shoot again, right?"
Captain Zheng glanced at her and didn't say anything. He walked to the table and picked up the fallen can.
Three shots and each shot pierced a star, including the shot when the can was flying in the air.
Captain Zheng silently carried the can back. Everyone could see the neat row of holes in the can.
The group of men, who had been laughing so happily earlier, fell silent.
Bei Nuan thought; it was so scary when Lu Xingchi got mad.
She had shot the first bullet. He had fired the second and third bullet. She didn't even touch the trigger those two times.
Everyone knew that even Captain Zheng, who was known as the best marksman in the base, didn't have this level of marksmanship. It was simply unimaginable that someone was able to hit such a tiny star on a can that was flying in the air at such a distance.
They were shocked that this girl, who looked like she would fall over when the wind blew over her, had such exceptional marksmanship.
In this apocalyptic world where social order had collapsed, status, background, and accumulated assets no longer mattered. Strength was the only criteria for judging the value of someone. Strength was everything. People with strength could eat meat, and those without strength could only gnaw on grass.
No one continued to look down on Bei Nuan except for the skinny man that was still unsatisfied.
He quietly muttered, "She only got this skill by burning money at the shooting range. It'll be good if she doesn't tremble when she faces a zombie."
Captain Zheng glanced at him in askance, ignored him, and said to Bei Nuan, "I don't have any extra guns. I'll give you one if I get another one in the future."
"No need, " Bei Nuan repeatedly refused, "Just give me a crowbar."
In the end, Bei Nuan still went to get a crowbar that had no other use than for show.
The sun was rising, and the search team was about to set off. Today's search team had about 20 to 30 people, and they were divided into several smaller teams.
Captain Zheng originally wanted to scatter these newcomers into various teams, but they refused.
Du Ruo rested his big knife on his shoulder and shamelessly boasted, "We're used to killing zombies together. We won't adapt as well to teaming up with other people."
Bei Nuan thought; that's true. They were used to lying down and doing nothing while Lu Xingchi killed the zombies. They really wouldn't adapt well.
Captain Zheng surprisingly nodded and didn't separate their group. Instead, he looked around and pointed out the skinny man that had almost collapsed from Bei Nuan's shot.
He said, "Go with these newcomers and show them the way."
The skinny man was very unwilling to do this, but he seemed very afraid of Captain Zheng and obediently walked over.
Lu Xingchi and the others were assigned a worn-out minivan that looked like it had been through a lot. Its paint was peeling all over. Every piece of glass was damaged, and wind was leaking from all sides like a toothless person.
After everyone was seated, Lu Xingchi started the minivan. With a trembling that sounded like a convulsion, the minivan puffed several times before it finally slowly started. After the minivan finally started, the engine entered a stable state… of a continuously odd rattling sound and shaking everyone in the minivan at a high frequency.
And so, Lu Xingchi slowly and reluctantly drove this minivan that had no coolness factor and followed after the convoy.
In the passenger seat, Bei Nuan rubbed her face that was numb from the shaky ride.
Lu Xingchi turned to look at her and furrowed his brow. He lightly patted the dashboard with his palm, and there was a soft noise from the minivan. The high frequency shaking immediately stopped.
Not only was the shaking gone, the strange rattling sound was gone too. The minivan seemed dumbstruck for a moment before it accelerated and rushed forward. It was fast and smooth like a leopard cub that had suddenly learned how to run.
Baffled, the skinny man said, "How odd, this minivan has minor problems. The boss spent a day trying to fix it without success. Why did it suddenly stop making noises?"
Bored to death, Tang Tang tilted his head to look out the window and lazily said, "No matter how many days your boss spends fixing the minivan, it isn't as useful as one pat from our boss."
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