Chapter 268: Alternative way to play tennis

Winslow's night was out of his hands. In the sports goods store, Lin Zaishan was happily holding a tennis racket and juggling with each other; Schwaronson was wearing night vision goggles and constantly rummaging through boxes and cabinets, throwing all kinds of sports goods all over the floor.

"Idol, what are you looking for? Don't tell me you're searching for women's sports underwear."

"Is this a women's counter here? I said why can't I find cigars and fine wine?"

"I'll go! You're actually looking for cigars and fine wine in a sporting goods store. Isn't it too imaginative?"

"Maybe some employee will be a hidden gentleman." Schwaronson violently opened a storage locker, which contained a magazine that was well-kept. He picked up the magazine boredly, swept it with a flashlight, and immediately let out a cheerful whistle.

"Did you find cigars and wine in the magazine?"

"Better than cigars and fine wine." Schwaronson Liangliang's magazine, "This is "Girl of Fancy", which is full of high-definition pictures of top beauties." He said as he looked through his eyes, and kept shaking his head.

"It seems that your heart is so exciting recently." Lin Zaishan smiled. "When it comes to magazines, I suddenly remembered the safe I picked up not long ago. It also has a picture album album, and it is an annual limited edition collection; however, it is a comic suitable for both young and old."

"You got the stuff in the safe?"

"It's here." Lin Zaishan took out a beautifully packaged album from the space ring and handed it to Schwaronson.

"The collector's version of "The Legend of Comics"? This is a treasure! At least millions of dollars can be auctioned before the end of the world." Schwaronson's voice trembled with excitement, "My niece, Rose, likes this the most."

"Then I'll give it to you."

"I don't accept charity, I will find a way to exchange it with you in an equal manner."

"What's the relationship between you and Rose and Jack?"

"Rose and Jack are both my brother's children. After the end of the world, I tried my best to find them from the ruins of the city full of zombies."

"Are you not married and have children?"

"Before the end of the world, I was determined to be the best actor and spent all my time on training and acting. As a result, the best actor failed to become the best actor and became the best man in diamonds. Are you a fan of me? Why don't you even know these basic common sense of mine?"

"I'm basically a passing fan..." Before Lin Zaishan finished speaking, he suddenly changed the topic and reminded softly: "If there are 'fans' who want to pass by us, prepare for the fight."

Schwaronson put a basket of tennis with a shopping basket, "Old friend, can you play tennis?"

"No, but I can ping pong."

"It should be about the same. We will stand on the roof later and take turns to hit the serve to see who scores higher."

"How to calculate the score?"

"As long as the tennis ball hits the enemy, a knockdown is considered 2 points, and a knockdown makes the opponent lose its combat effectiveness and gets 3 points."

"So what if you lose, so what if you win?"

"If you win, I will give you Happiness and Paranoidness; otherwise, you will give me "The Legend of Comics."

"no problem!"

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Five modified cars without driving lights slowly followed the ring road in the dark. A total of 20 militants were riding in the car, wearing light armor vests and tactical vests, holding assault rifles in their arms.

"I was so mobilized to deal with a few girls. Is Madison so angry that he lost too much money in the casino?" The militants in the driving seat of the car in the front complained.

"You idiot! These girls are not the same as men. They are not only outstanding in their military power, but also young, energetic and popular. They don't have to worry about selling at a high price when they are sent to any slave market. Even if they keep them, they will definitely be happy."

"I understand all of what you said, but I'm afraid that after catching these girls, there are more wolves and less meat, so it's not the turn of our brothers to slap them."

"It makes sense. I don't think we have to work so hard. As long as we can capture one or two alive, we can find a secluded place to taste it first. Everyone has a share of me."

"Good idea!" The militants agreed in unison.

With a dull "bang", one of the tires of the leading car exploded inexplicably.

"What's going on? Is it an enemy attack?" The militants immediately got out of the car and investigated everywhere in a dispersed formation vigilantly.

On the roof of the sports goods store not far away, Schwaronson whistled happily, "Zhaolin, I will serve this game first, you can study and observe it." Then he swung his arm and beat a tennis ball like a cannonball.

"Dong",

The tennis ball hit a militant in the helmet, and the militant fell to the ground and fell into a coma on the spot.

"Score 3 points!" Lin Zaishan became the referee.

Schwaronson was about to show off his ball skills again, but the militants had already positioned the two and began to shoot rifles.

After the "Ding Ding" bullet hit Schwaronson's body, it was hit by his petrified supernatural bomb. Lin Zaishan used an invisible and powerful energy field, adjusting the bullet's ballistics as he pleased - he was considered a Bodhisattva heart, but he didn't expect to let these bullets "turn the stars" and return them to the militants.

"Damn it! Why are the bullets ineffective against them both?" The leaders of the militants took a grenade from their accomplices and threw it on the roof accurately.

"Look at my second shot!" Schwaronson swung the ball again, and the flying tennis ball carried the strong wind to return the grenade thrown by the opponent, and hit the first car heavily.

With a "boom", the militants quickly threw themselves to the ground. They were not wearing mechas and did not dare to charge into battle in the rain of bullets and explosion shock waves.

"Swoosh swish swish", three more tennis balls came over in a row. Three militants who had just gotten up were hit and fell to the ground.

"Another 9 points."

The militants have not yet figured out what weapon the accomplices were knocked down. They hid behind the cars in panic and put guns at the roof of the sports goods store.

"Look at my powerful smash!" Schwaronson jumped high and found the attack angle in the air. The tennis ball that was hit was slanted down and hit the crowd. Two more militants were immediately defeated. The rest of the militants did not dare to confront each other, and left their accomplices and climbed onto the last two cars and retreated.

"Zhaolin, how are my grades? I sent out 6 goals, knocked down 6 people, and scored 18 points."

"Absolutely awesome!" Lin Zaishan sincerely praised.

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Five minutes later, about 30 people from the second batch of militants arrived in a car. Since they already knew that there was an ambush here, they would certainly not go in a mess. They got off the bus very far away and divided into two teams, one on both sides of the road, one on the left and one on the right.

"Old friend, it's time for you to show off. If you are not familiar with technical movements, I can provide free on-site guidance. In addition, I would like to give a friendly reminder that these people are all wearing mechas."

"Thank you. I'll try my best first." Lin Zaishan was afraid that he would not beat the first time and would make Schwaronson laugh at him, so he used 70% of his strength to swing him.

"Clang", the mecha personnel who was hit immediately fell to the ground with their backs on their backs and stopped moving.

The militants shouted: "Gru is dead! The enemy has powerful sniper weapons, and all personnel are hidden immediately!"

"I'll go!" Lin Zaishan knocked his head with a racket, "It's all my fault, I'm using too much force."

"You get 3 points, keep performing now." Schwaronson urged.

Lin Zaishan lowered his strength and instantly made three consecutive shots, and accurately hit three mecha personnel.

While using the power of the mecha to move quickly, the rest of the militants tried to avoid tactical activities, while the other side tried desperately to shoot at the sports goods store, trying to suppress Lin Zaishan and the others.

Since this game was Lin Zaishan's "serve game" and the two made a bet, Schwaronson "stands by" very gentlemanly. He casually removed a large piece of steel and concrete from the roof to block his vitals, and at the same time, he did not forget to urge Lin Zaishan to serve.

After careful calculation, Lin Zaishan hit the breastplate of a mecha personnel and ejected to the helmet of another mecha personnel. Then he hit the leg of the third mecha personnel. The remaining momentum did not diminish and the rifle in the hands of the fourth mecha personnel was also dropped.

"PuPu", two of the four mecha personnel hit fainted on the ground.

"You're 6 points." Schwaronson admired Lin Zaishan's brave goal.

The invading militants realized that the mysterious weapon that caused them to suffer a great loss was actually a very ordinary tennis ball. They were not idiots. They immediately realized that the opponent had powerful psychics in charge, so they put away their slightest despise the enemy, and they all hid behind obstacles, waiting for an opportunity to move. If Lin Zaishan just jumped in the air to hit the ball, they would not be able to find the appropriate attack angle.

"Zha Lin, those who are hiding behind the building, how are you going to hit them?"

"A piece of cake." Lin Zaishan served against the exterior wall of the building in the distance. The ball bounced back from the exterior wall like eyes, hitting the assault rifle in the hands of a mecha personnel hiding behind the opposite wall. After the rifle was removed, it spun out of the hand and shot more than 20 high-quality armor-piercing bullets in the air, catching several nearby accomplices off guard and in a mess.

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A militant shouted loudly: "The enemy's superpowers are powerful, we are not opponents, everyone should retreat quickly!"

"Just just entered the game state, the other party was about to escape." Schwaronson couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"The enemy is very cunning. They are calling us on purpose to numb us."

"You have 18 points in this game. It seems that we have to finish the third game before we can decide the winner. It's time for me to serve." Schwaronson threw a tennis ball with his left hand, thinking about the serving angle and the trajectory in his mind.

At this moment, a yellow figure suddenly flashed from the darkness and pounced on Lin Zaishan.

Schwaronson immediately pointed at the figure and fired a heavy cannonball ball. His ball used at least 90% of his strength, with extremely fast speed and strong kinetic energy. Ordinary people or low-level psychics may not be able to withstand even in a mecha.

However, the yellow figure caught the tennis ball at the first time and threw Schwaronson back.

"Bang", the tennis ball hit Schwaronson's forehead. Although he failed to knock him down, it also made him feel dizzy.

"Fuck!" Schwaronson had never lost to the PK of physical power since the end of the world. How could he bear to be counterattacked by others like this? He immediately yelled, bent down and headed towards the yellow figure like a furious bull.

If Lin Zaishan was attacked at this time, he would probably use the force to try to make Schwaronson lose, and take the opportunity to kill him with three punches and two kicks. But the yellow figure obviously refused to bow to others in the competition of strength, and also bent down to face Schwaronson.

"Bang!" After the two of them collided, a huge muffled sound was made. The roof shook violently at the same time and eventually fell off. The two of them entangled each other and fell into the ruins.

Lin Zaishan jumped off the roof at the moment the two of them fought and threw several tennis balls at several mecha personnel nearby who were still trying to come over to raid. These people had become frightened birds and immediately escaped without a trace.

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Schwaronson and the yellow figure entangled each other and arched out of the ruins. The former obviously had a little strength advantage, pushing the latter to keep moving towards a big tree by the roadside.

Several mutant bats living on the trees were frightened and flew around, but they did not want to attack the three people on the ground.

"It turns out that the other party has applied mosquito repellent potion." Lin Zaishan had long decided that Schwaronson would not be in danger in a short period of time, so he took the opportunity to search for the militants who were knocked out. "I'll go! This guy actually had a female bra in his pocket. Oh, should you say you are perverted or pitiful? Huh? There is something good in this guy's backpack." Lin Zaishan waved his hand from the air, and a bulging backpack flew into his hand. After pulling it open, he took out a small metal box and took out half a pack of cigarettes and a diamond ring from it.

"This half pack of cigarettes must be collected instead of Schwaronson. As for the diamond ring, this is not a space ring. Why does a mecha militant carry a diamond ring that symbolizes eternity with him?" Lin Zaishan used his superpowers, tampered with the diamond ring, and put it back in the mecha personnel's backpack.

At this time, a new situation appeared between Schwaronson and the yellow figure: the latter kicked the former's vital points, forcing him to temporarily give up the struggle. The two of them angrily glared at each other a few meters away.

"Who are you?" Schwaronson asked.
To be continued...