Chapter 7

"Let me lead the way, you move faster. Can you use a pistol? If that big guy behind us gets too close, just give him a couple of shots."

Wang Fusheng was somewhat curious about the fat man. Wang Fusheng was very clear about how he had been thrown into this place. It seemed to be due to exceeding the standard for categorized allocation, and he was randomly assigned to this war-torn area. In the three hours, the fat man was the only player Wang Fusheng had encountered, which suggested that the fat man might also have been randomly assigned here by the system. And anyone who could be randomly assigned by the system must have something extraordinary about them.

"The pistol, brother, this is a high-end item in the early stages of the game. I reckon most players are still fighting with wooden sticks and steel pipes. Where did you get it?" Wang Fusheng was quite surprised when the fat man was directly given a pistol. He clearly hadn't expected Wang Fusheng to have a pistol, and to trust him so much.

"Of course, I got it from killing monsters. Do you think the system would just give it to me? I'll lead the way, you cover the rear and don't let that big guy get too close." Wang Fusheng glanced at the fat man and said. By giving the pistol to a stranger, besides wanting the fat man to slow down the zombie king behind them, he was also very confident in himself. Within a five-meter range, even a quick-shooting marksman couldn't hit Wang Fusheng.

"Um, I don't know how to shoot." The fat man looked at Wang Fusheng with an awkward expression. Playing a war game and not knowing how to shoot? That was indeed embarrassing, probably even worse than a woman. So the fat man's face was extremely awkward.

"Alright, just keep up." When the fat man said he didn't know how to shoot, Wang Fusheng was taken aback, but he didn't mind. He took the gun the fat man handed over, gave a quick order, and quickly climbed up. However, Wang Fusheng was somewhat confident in the fat man's character.

After all, in the early stages, a simple pistol with 6 bullets would cost 110 points if exchanged with points. The pistol itself was 50 points, and each bullet was 10 points. Although the items dropped by players wouldn't fetch such high prices from the system, they could still be sold for 70-80 points. So giving the fat man the pistol was also a test.

After all, suddenly encountering a stranger in a strange place and having to escape with him, the key wasn't the other person's combat ability, but their character. Would they stab you in the back for some benefit? This was the most important thing.

However, the fat man's performance was quite satisfactory, making Wang Fusheng quite pleased. After all, someone who couldn't shoot zombies to earn points was likely planning to wait out the ten hours until the system's reward points were enough to advance to a private, then leave. Facing a pistol that could be called a small godly item in the early stages, and still speaking the truth, the fat man's character seemed to pass the test.

"Brother, looking at your skills, your marksmanship should be pretty good, right? If so, why don't you just kill that big guy and escape?" Seeing Wang Fusheng cleanly and efficiently clearing the zombies in the hallway, the fat man, who looked like a seasoned soldier, asked with some confusion.

"Killing a strong zombie, even with headshots, takes three bullets. Killing the zombie king would require even more. You have at least 500 zombies following you, with over 50 of them being strong. The system has a very unfair setting. After a monster is killed and drops items, if there are other monsters nearby, they will pick up and swallow the items. This means that when you kill a monster, you get nothing but points.

I'm not too concerned about points; they're easy to earn. Even killing regular zombies can accumulate points slowly. But dropping equipment is a matter of luck. Even if I kill the zombie king and it drops good items, the other zombies behind it will swallow them. We get nothing but points, so it's better to save the bullets and wait for a better opportunity."

"The system has such an unfair setting?" The fat man was taken aback, clearly not expecting the system to be so harsh.

Wang Fusheng didn't say anything, just gave the fat man a look that said "it's that unfair," and quickly climbed up.

In less than five minutes, Wang Fusheng had fought his way from the first floor to the rooftop of the 25th floor. The fat man, though panting, managed to keep up, which made Wang Fusheng very curious about his physical condition. He wondered how such a big fat man could have such good stamina and speed.

"When I was young, people always bullied me, and my dad often beat me. I'm a kind-hearted person and don't know how to resist. So when I was bullied or beaten by my dad, I just kept running. Running became a habit, and whenever I encounter danger, I can run faster than a dog and have great endurance." On the rooftop, the fat man, seeing Wang Fusheng's puzzled look after he had dealt with a few more zombies, scratched his head and explained, somewhat embarrassed.

Wang Fusheng was speechless at the fat man's explanation. It was the first time he had heard someone use a dog as a metaphor for themselves. But the fat man didn't seem to be lying, so Wang Fusheng could only marvel at the diversity of the world, where even a fat man could have such speed and endurance.

"So, how do we get down? The zombies are almost catching up." Seeing Wang Fusheng's strange but trusting expression, the fat man looked around and asked. The building had only one staircase, which was now blocked by zombies. The fat man had thought Wang Fusheng wanted to hide in the building and split up the zombies, but he was puzzled why Wang Fusheng had directly rushed to the rooftop.

"Jump over, and go down through the staircase of the opposite building." Wang Fusheng pointed to another building that was about one floor lower, with a height difference of about four to five meters. This was Wang Fusheng's plan for escaping from this building.

"Jump over! This is a 20-story building. If you don't make it, you'll fall to your death, and I'm good at running, not jumping." The fat man screamed, looking incredulous as he glanced at the opposite building.

"Don't worry, I checked the terrain before coming up. This building is about 4.5 meters higher than the opposite one, and it's about 6 meters apart. With your running speed, you just need a slight jump to make it. It's not too difficult. I'll go first and clear the zombies on the opposite rooftop, then you can come over." Wang Fusheng patted the fat man's shoulder and gave him an encouraging look.

Then he took a few steps back and started running. When he reached the edge of the rooftop, Wang Fusheng leaped, easily crossing the 6-meter gap between the two buildings. He landed on the opposite rooftop, rolled to absorb the impact, and then charged at the few zombies that were approaching. The fight was over in a few seconds.

"Jump over, it's safe here. Don't worry, you'll be fine. With all that fat, just roll a few times when you land. At worst, you'll just scrape your skin." After clearing the zombies, Wang Fusheng looked up and shouted to the fat man on the opposite rooftop.

"Four to five meters high, even if you don't land on your head, you could still break your arms or legs. With so many zombies here, how can I survive if I break my limbs? And if I fall from this 20-story building, I'll turn into mush." The fat man looked at Wang Fusheng with a pained expression. If he had known Wang Fusheng's escape plan, he would never have come up with him.

"What's there to be afraid of? This is a game, not reality. If you fall, you can respawn." Wang Fusheng rolled his eyes. This method was a bit risky, but it was effective. As long as they jumped over and went down the other building, they would be basically safe. If this were reality, Wang Fusheng would have been more cautious with the fat man, but in the game, where you can respawn, this risk was negligible.

"Even though it's a game, I don't want my first time to be ruined by you." The fat man's expression became even more pained, making Wang Fusheng shiver.

"Jump or not, it's up to you. If you don't jump, I'm leaving. Jumping gives you a chance to live, not jumping means you'll be torn apart by zombies." Wang Fusheng glared at the fat man and shouted irritably. The fact that the fat man was still joking at this moment made Wang Fusheng speechless. But the fat man's behavior also made Wang Fusheng curious about his identity. Normal people, even in a game, wouldn't dare to do such a risky move, but the fat man didn't seem too afraid, and his words were just to relax himself.

"Wait, I'll jump, I'll jump, just catch me a bit." Seeing Wang Fusheng turn to leave, the fat man panicked and shouted. But when he looked down from the edge of the rooftop, he couldn't help but shiver, his eyes full of hesitation.

"Don't look down, just treat it like a small ditch." Wang Fusheng reminded the fat man from the opposite rooftop.

"Small ditch? Do you have ditches that deep?" The fat man rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath.

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