Chapter 12

"Brother Su, what opportunity are you talking about?"

Zheng Xinyu followed Zhang Su into the bedroom, asking with slight confusion.

"The opportunity to kill the zombie!"

Zhang Su's tone was slightly raised, his expression filled with tension, urgency, and excitement.

Originally, the zombie was wandering in the corridor. The sound of opening the door would inevitably attract its attention, and a head-on confrontation was unavoidable—the difficulty was not small.

Now that someone had attracted the zombie's attention, the two could strike from behind. Sneak attack versus head-on confrontation—as long as one was a normal person, they knew which was easier!

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Zhang Su answered Zheng Xinyu's question while bending down, laboriously pulling a large box from under the bed, more than a meter long and thirty or forty centimeters wide and thick.

Without giving the curious Zheng Xinyu a chance to ask again, Zhang Su skillfully unfastened the buckles and opened the lid with a *whoosh*. A faint smell of industrial oil permeated the air. Inside the box lay a machete, a hand axe, a large iron wrench, and a baseball bat.

"These... no, Brother Su, why are you hiding these things under your bed?"

Zheng Xinyu could understand the baseball bat—it was sports equipment—but what were the weirdly shaped machete and the sharp axe for?

She looked at Zhang Su with strange eyes, as if saying, are you a murderer?

Zhang Su didn't care about Zheng Xinyu's confusion. He took the short-handled axe-hammer from the box and weighed it in his hand. One side of the axe blade was cold and gleaming, and the other side of the hammer was hard and thick—a sense of security welled up. Then he pulled out the longest baseball bat and handed it to Zheng Xinyu.

"Here, you use this!"

"Oh!"

Zheng Xinyu took the baseball bat nervously. She knew what she was about to face, and her scalp couldn't help but tighten, her heart accelerating.

802 occasionally emitted a shrill cry for help. The zombie was like an old lecher being seduced; the sound of pounding became louder and louder, revealing a desire for fresh blood and food.

"When did a woman come to the opposite side... let's hurry, if we let her keep screaming like this, I'm afraid it will attract more zombies!"

Zhang Su was very annoyed in his heart, not understanding why women liked to scream when they had problems—they screamed when they felt good, and they screamed when they didn't. Was the attribute of loving to scream carved into their genes?

Zheng Xinyu didn't express any opinion. Truth be told, if Zhang Su weren't leading, she wouldn't be any better than the woman opposite. Being able to adapt to the environment so quickly was largely thanks to Zhang Su.

"Get ready. In a moment, we'll go out and quietly approach the zombie. We'll attack its head together. You've seen zombie movies, right? Headshot, hit it here, understand?"

Zhang Su suppressed the annoyance in his heart and pointed to his head, gesturing.

"Understand, understood..."

Zheng Xinyu answered ignorantly.

Zhang Su was worried, moved aside, and said to Zheng Xinyu: "Come, show me!"

"Brother Su, this, this baseball bat is a bit heavy, I... I'm afraid I won't hit it accurately, what should I do?"

Unlike the baseball bats sold to local thugs for show, this baseball bat was specially crafted by Zhang Su, using special materials, reinforced, and even plagiarized the human ergonomics patents of top foreign weapon companies.

A normal baseball bat weighs about 900 grams, while the baseball bat in Zheng Xinyu's hand was a full 2000 grams. For Zhang Su's build and strength, it was handy, but it was a bit strenuous for Zheng Xinyu to use.

"Only heavy things have attack power. Are you giving the zombie a massage with something light? Think of the zombie's head as a wooden stake, just lift the baseball bat and chop firewood. Come, hit it once and let me see your movement!"

Zhang Su encouraged.

"Okay, *ya! *"

Zheng Xinyu didn't hesitate, gathered her *qi* in her *dantian*, lifted the baseball bat, and smashed it down. A *whoosh* of wind sounded, quite powerful.

Zhang Su was also stunned, frowning: "You have quite a bit of strength, where did it come from?"

"I, I also work out normally..."

Zheng Xinyu leaned on the baseball bat and looked left and right, feeling too embarrassed to look Zhang Su in the eye. She wouldn't tell Zhang Su that seeing him work out every day, she had also secretly practiced in her room. The intensity wasn't high, but now it was showing its effect.

"Having strength is easy to handle. Power creates miracles. Your movement just now was a bit wrong. Come, look at me. When exerting force, pay attention to the coordination of the waist and back. Only then can you hit with greater force. At the same time as hitting, pay attention to follow-up evasion, don't let the force go to waste..."

Zhang Su was a disciple of Master Chen of the Unrestricted style. The seemingly mad-dog-like fighting movements were extremely practical.

Zheng Xinyu bit her lip and studied seriously. It was impossible to have a very good effect in a very short time; she could only try her best to remember the simple essentials of exerting force!

"Good, just like that, wait..."

"What are you looking for?"

Zheng Xinyu saw Zhang Su rummaging through the wardrobe and asked.

"Looking for things to make protection! The woman opposite has stopped screaming. According to previous calculations, the zombie should give up after four or five minutes of silence! Hurry, there are magazines over there. Here are wrist guards, make two simple arm guards!"

After saying that, Zhang Su threw two black wrist guards to Zheng Xinyu, who looked confused.

"Arm, arm guards?"

Zheng Xinyu knew about knee pads, but she didn't know how to make arm guards. She was very helpless holding the wrist guards.

"I'll help you put them on. Watch carefully, help me in a moment!"

Zhang Su quickly wrapped the promotional magazines from the computer desk around Zheng Xinyu's forearms, then stretched the wrist guards and put them on. Then he said: "Move around, see how it is?"

Zheng Xinyu hurriedly waved her arms. The wrist guards tightly fixed the magazines on her forearms, very securely. She said happily: "Very stable, doesn't affect my movements at all."

"Very good, understand now? That's how you wear them!"

Soon, Zhang Su helped Zheng Xinyu bind her other arm as well.

Zheng Xinyu wasn't stupid. After knowing what to do, she very nimbly helped Zhang Su put his on.

"If there's an unexpected situation where the zombie lunges over to bite, use your arms to block like this, then push, kick, like this, understand?"

Zhang Su raised his arms to block, demonstrating to Zheng Xinyu.

"This, this is so dangerous, are we really going to do it?"

Zheng Xinyu asked with a bitter face while learning Zhang Su's movements. She didn't know if she could kill the zombie, but she knew that if she were bitten by a zombie, she would be gone.

"Now we have plenty of energy and no injuries. If we don't practice killing zombies now, what if supplies are short in the future, we're hungry and weak, and we have to face zombies? What will we use to kill them? Use our heads to kill them?"

Zhang Su asked very sternly.

This was a very realistic problem. Zheng Xinyu could imagine the situation Zhang Su described. It was like a frog in warm water. When they were truly at the end of their rope, they might not have the strength to fight back!

If it weren't for Zhang Su's leadership, Zheng Xinyu felt she would be the one sitting and waiting for death that Zhang Su mentioned...

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Zheng Xinyu's eyes became a bit firmer, and her blocking movements also started to look decent.

(End of chapter)