42: Chapter 40: Use Legs for Resistance 42: Chapter 40: Use Legs for Resistance She turned around and saw Chu ngyao supporting Zhao Xiwen as they walked over from the road outside the airing area.
Zhao Xiwen’s leg had improved quite a bit and she could almost walk normally, though she still limped slightly.
The five people gathered together, but Su Mo didn’t pay much attention to the two, which made the atmosphere a bit awkward.
Zhao Xiwen took the initiative to let go of Chu ngyao’s hand, picked up a gun from the table, and looked at Su Mo challengingly, “Know how to use a gun?”
Su Mo was puzzled, wondering why this person suddenly had so much hostility towards her, and she didn’t bother to be polite: “What about it?”
“Shall I teach you?”
Zhao Xiwen seed very confident in her own shooting skills, holding her head high with arrogance, like she had beco soone else.
For such an ungrateful person, Su Mo curved her lips into a smile, “No need, why don’t we just have a competition?”
She took the gun from Lu Chen’s hand and with a challenging expression identical to Zhao Xiwen’s, she said, “Let’s see if I, who has never touched a gun, can beat you, a professional?”
“Stop it, Momo, everyone knows you’re just a student, how can you compare with Xiwen?” Chu ngyao’s eyes went red with urgency as she stepped between the two, her pleading eyes fixed on Su Mo.
Su Mo found this face extrely annoying; she lifted the gun right in front of her, swinging the muzzle in front of her face:
“Senior sister, I’ve never touched a gun before, don’t accidentally get hurt.”
Chu ngyao, too frightened to move, turned pale, and Zhao Xiwen pulled her away, unhappy: “Don’t bully her, she’s just afraid you’ll embarrass yourself.”
Jianxiong’s face darkened, he couldn’t help but mutter to Zhao Xiwen, “I’d advise you not to bite off more than you can chew.”
He had seen all of Su Mo’s shooting just now, and it was hard to say just how much potential this sister had.
To Zhao Xiwen, however, his words sounded biased; the robust man who had fought his way here with her was actually siding with an outsider.
She picked up her gun and said angrily, “We can compete, but there have to be stakes, right?”
“That’s right,” Su Mo smiled, “What do you want to bet?”
“If you lose, you have to tell everyone about your misdeeds from before and leave our team.”
Lu Chen’s gaze grew colder as he shot an unfriendly look at this woman spouting arrogance.
Zhao Xiwen shuddered but did not look at the formidable man; she stubbornly glared at Su Mo.
Although Su Mo was also confused about what bad things she had done before, she still agreed, “Fine, and what if you lose?”
“I’ll leave.”
“No, no, no, that’s not enough,” Su Mo shook her head, her smile flourishing, “You’ve set two conditions for ; let add one too.”
She caressed the barrel of the rifle, stared at Zhao Xiwen’s legs for a mont, and then proposed, “We might as well break your leg again.”
Her face was not that easy to slap.
“Ha,” Zhao Xiwen agreed confidently, “No problem.”
Jianxiong really couldn’t stand to watch this woman lose her sense of right and wrong.
He warned in a deep voice, “I’m warning you for the last ti, don’t burn bridges, Xiwen.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t know the true face of that woman!”
Zhao Xiwen stomped her feet in anger; she didn’t listen to him any longer and concentrated on adjusting her gun, before standing shoulder to shoulder with Su Mo.
Lu Chen didn’t object either; he even stood by, giving the rules of the competition in a cold voice: “It’s about precision and headshots.”
The commotion here attracted many n as onlookers.
The won competing had also piqued their interest, and they spontaneously cleared out so space, ready to watch the show.
After all, in the apocalypse, their activities were really monotonous and boring.
So more zombies were put into the wire fence to add to the numbers.
“Twenty seconds per person, whoever’s shot is most accurate and scores the most hits wins,” Jianxiong took a stopwatch from those natives, stood beside Lu Chen, and added.
“You first, or should I go?” Su Mo raised her gun, squinting as if she was aiming at the zombies inside the fence.
Zhao Xiweng snorted through her nose and, while wiping her gun, disdainfully said, “You go first.”
Su Mo smiled indifferently, thinking she better not bla her if she gets upset later.
The mont Jianxiong pressed the stopwatch and said start, Su Mo’s expression tensed, she swiftly raised her gun, her gaze locking onto a zombie inside the fence.
The feeling of locking onto prey surged in her heart, and she pulled the trigger.
Right in the center of the forehead, and the furthest one at that.
This shot made Zhao Xiweng stop her wiping in its tracks, her pupils slightly dilating.
When had she…
Chu ngyao was also stunned by the scene before her, murmuring in disbelief, “Momo…
haven’t you never touched a gun before?”
But it wasn’t over yet; Su Mo’s second, third, fourth shots…
none of them missed, each one hitting its mark.
The n standing by couldn’t help but marvel, questioning if this was really the skill of a young woman in her early twenties.
In the final second, Su Mo suddenly rembered the way Lu Chen had been shooting earlier.
With a thought, she aid and pulled the trigger one last ti.
Two birds with one stone.
The place fell silent, and Su Mo lowered her gun, shaking her sowhat sore arm, and asked Lu Chen, “How many did I kill?”
“Twenty-one.”
This number was almost on par with his.
Soone went in to clean up the bodies, and soon a new batch was brought in.
Her series of amazing moves completely scrambled Zhao Xiweng’s thoughts.
“Your turn,” Su Mo said as she put down the gun by the table, her cute face beaming with a bright smile, “Don’t forget our bet.”
She had completely ignored sothing like recoil, and even ca with a system cheat_assistant.
How could she lose?
Zhao Xiweng felt a chill in her heart as she gripped the barrel of the gun: “Start.”
Jianxiong pressed the stopwatch, and her first shot, tinged with nervousness, went awry, not even passing through the gaps in the tal fence.
“Xiwen, it’s alright, keep it up!” Chu ngyao cheered her on, her face pale with worry.
Losing this would be a major embarrassnt.
Zhao Xiweng exhaled, took another shot, and this ti found her mark, blowing off a zombie’s head.
The AK rifle’s huge recoil had her shoulder aching after firing just ten shots, causing her to need two shots to kill a zombie thereafter.
The twenty seconds passed quickly, and the number Lu Chen coldly spat out was brutal.
“Eight,” he said, looking at her with a cold gaze, “What happened to your skills?”
As a Special Soldier of Jiang Mansion, being crushed by a young girl left Zhao Xiweng with her head down, her lips pallid.
Seeing her failure and Chu ngyao’s pale face, Su Mo’s laughter grew even more joyous: “You agreed to the bet, didn’t you, Zhao Xiweng?”
This ti Chu ngyao stood in front of her again, her eyes full of grievance: “Don’t be like this, Momo.
It’s just a competition, don’t take it seriously.”
But Su Mo was no longer being polite with her, walking over with a smile that now carried a chill: “Then should we use your leg to replace hers?”
“Momo…”
Su Mo’s deanor made Chu ngyao’s heart skip a beat, her body beginning to tremble.
“Jianxiong, tie her up for ,” Su Mo said, not having any ti to waste on talking, directing Jianxiong who was not far away.
“Coming!” Jianxiong bellowed in response, his massive fra moving over.
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