Chapter 77 Moment

This was an accident that no one expected. The safety supervisor probably never thought that he would have a time to seek death but could not. At this time, Ye Zhiqiu's body had already jumped up and fell into the elevator shaft. However, when he was in the air, the safety supervisor's gun just happened to fire. So he twisted his waist and looked back, and then saw the pistol landing on the ground from the safety supervisor's hand. Even as strong as Ye Zhiqiu, it would not be possible to jump back with his left foot on his right foot at this moment.

He didn't even practice immortality or became a master. He basically had to abide by the laws of physics. So he had only a sound of time and fell into the elevator shaft unwillingly. He saw two more zombie dogs pounced on the corner of his eyes, biting fiercely on the back of the safety supervisor. Beside him, there were already zombie dogs running over and over, chasing Ye Zhiqiu. Whether it was the instinct of wild animals to food or the bravery developed by military dogs, they could not simply give up the enemy who had killed their companions.

If there is no change, Ye Zhiqiu will fall into the elevator shaft without any suspense, and then start the next adventure, leaving the safety supervisor and some of his subordinates to use it as dry food for this group of zombie dogs to provide the energy to continue to survive. Generally speaking, we cannot expect that there will always be variables in life, but it is obvious that Ye Zhiqiu's life is not good enough.

When the pistol slipped from the palm of the security supervisor, Ye Zhiqiu was jumping into the elevator shaft in an unyielding posture. No one knew better than him about the power of gasoline burning in a closed space. He had dealt with the US military more. He knew that the US Army had a unique relationship with incendiary bombs, such as the two blu118bs dropped by Ye Zhiqiu at Ford Richardson and the gbu82 used in Anchorage Bay (about this big incendiary bomb, it is indeed a bug. In fact, except for the ac130, no active aircraft can drop it. Although the load of the f15 is enough, it does not hold up its hanging point), their predecessor was napalm bombs, but American soldiers set fire to a lot. After seeing the world, they thought the power and safety of the gasoline bombs were disproportionate, so they created a new filler.

This is why Ye Zhiqiu turned his head away without saying a word when he saw the safety supervisor pointing his pistol at the gasoline barrel. The sofa was so decisive that he didn't even bother to say polite words. It was because he didn't want to die with the zombie dogs. The safety supervisor wanted to do this, which was his freedom. Ye Zhiqiu was not a democratic person and had no interest in forcing others to accept his ideas. He also had no way to change other people's ideas, so he had to keep himself safe and run away if he could.

But it was precisely because he ran too fast that although he saw the pistol slipping helplessly, he had no choice. In order to race against the bullet just now, he used all his strength to feed himself, and his last leap was even more unreserved. Now it was a difficult time to turn back, and there was nothing he could do about it.

If it continues like this, it may not be a good thing for Ye Zhiqiu. Although it is impossible to eliminate the zombie dog group, one or two big dogs who ignore life and death will inevitably follow him underground, but more dog groups will only linger in the food they just obtained. Relatively speaking, it has little impact on Ye Zhiqiu. However, perhaps someone is unwilling to be so simple to fail, or it is decided that Ye Zhiqiu will have the Seven Kills to accompany him in his life. So when Ye Zhiqiu was very unwilling to fall into the elevator shaft, the safety supervisor who fell to the ground suddenly moved.

It is hard to say whether this is his last blow to the fullest, or just a spontaneous spasm of his body before dying, but no matter what, he moved for a while, and the movement was still very large.

As his body swung, his neck suddenly broke out from the mouth of the dog corpse, which had been breaking his head. The dog teeth, which had been hindering the blood at the wound, were ripped off like this, with a few pieces of minced meat. Without the final obstacle, the arterial blood that had been slowly flowing finally showed a passionate side, gushing out of the broken wound, blooming brilliantly like summer flowers.

The movement of this blood flower that burned life was his body, and the only reason he could break free from the dog's teeth was because his whole body moved, the most important thing was that his waist muscles contracted violently, which led to head movement. Correspondingly, his legs, under the influence of his waist, swung his thighs against the ground, and the calf coincidentally hit the m1911.

With the current state of the safety supervisor, he could not do it even if he was asked to pick up the pistol. However, the result of the joint action of the two largest muscle groups in the human body, the waist and legs, cannot be underestimated, at least enough to change the movement of the pistol. So the pistol was like a rabbit hit by an arrow, and rushed out "biu", instantly surpassing the zombie dog in front that had jumped towards Ye Zhiqiu, and flew straight to the elevator shaft.

Ye Zhiqiu's jumping process was actually very uneven. In order to jump into the elevator shaft before the safety manager hit the gasoline barrel, he instantly raised his potential to the limit, and then watched the pistol slide down weakly. The two gasoline barrels that were close at hand were safe and sound, but the bullet that had not completed the task was unwilling to be lonely and flew into the elevator shaft arrogantly. Then he hit the steel inner surface several times before he exhausted his kinetic energy and fell into the depths of the darkness.

If you want to write a story for the life of this bullet, these impacts undoubtedly occupy a lot of space. But in fact, the whole process from the time it flew out of the gun to the point of falling without force was Ye Zhiqiu. The only thing that felt the deepest about it was Ye Zhiqiu, because these impacts revolved around Ye Zhiqiu's body. Although it was lucky that it did not end on Ye Zhiqiu's body, Ye Zhiqiu still taught the feeling of walking through the rain of bullets.

For Ye Zhiqiu, it was not difficult to feel that a missile was flying around him, and he didn't even need his brain to participate in analysis and decision-making. He completely subconsciously shrank his head, gathered his body, and protected his head with both hands. Even at Ye Zhiqiu's reaction speed, when he finished all this, the bullet had already started the falling process tragically. In contrast, Ye Zhiqiu's body had already fallen, and his waist had even crossed the ground level of the corridor. At this time, his hands had just hugged his head like a conditioned reflex. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the zombie dog chasing him for desperate attempts. It was so close that even the saliva splashed in his mouth when it opened its big mouth.

At this moment, with a whoosh, a black shadow flashed in his sight, almost enough to make his consciousness unable to react, and could only rely on the reflex function of the body to pick up the things and take them into his hand.

The feeling of getting it is very familiar. Ye Zhiqiu doesn't need to look at it to know that it is a pistol with the security bullet loaded. More importantly, when he takes the gun, he holds the handle of the gun. As long as he moves his index finger slightly, he can pull the trigger and complete the firing.

At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu instinctively raised his gun. Under the gun, the big dog jumped into the air and rushed towards him in a posture of ten thousand years, scrambling for a long time.

The gunshot was fired, and the pistol that the safety supervisor could not control just now sounded again. The bullets snatched the way out of the muzzle, but the target was not the big flying dog, but the inner wall of the steel elevator shaft. At this time, Ye Zhiqiu's body had completely fallen into the elevator shaft. Even if he wanted to shoot at the gasoline barrel, he could not see it. Despite this, he still didn't think much about it, and even did not consider the threat of killing him to death first, but chose to take luck.

The dull gunshots began to echo in the narrow elevator shaft, and the big dog that had flew into the elevator shaft. Behind it, there was a crisp sound of bullets hitting the steel. Ye Zhiqiu's body fell straight down, and he didn't even have time to look at the safety supervisor's body.
Chapter completed!