National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

Now it’s not a question of not being able to spend all the supplies, but that Zhang Yang simply can’t take these supplies away!

The memory sticks on the ground are very valuable, and the advanced accessories and guns in the bag are also not cheap.

In addition, the four old pocket bags in the opponent's 926 bag were already full, so it was impossible to take them all away in this wave.

What should we do?

Zhang Yang was feeling worried when he heard some movement on the cliff road in the distance.

"Is there anyone?" He immediately set up his AR30 and zoomed the scope in the direction of the road leading to the hotel.

Upon closer look, there was indeed someone there!

A player came from the backyard of the hotel, wearing an old-fashioned steel helmet and level 79 armor, with two guns on his back, a T133 and an MP.

"World War II veteran?"

If the other party hadn't been holding an engineer shovel in his hand, Zhang Yang would have thought he was a robot.

Of course, it could also be a disguise.

Zhang Yang aimed the scope at the opponent's head and pulled the trigger.

茨—

"No bullets?" He then realized that the chamber of the AR30 was empty. He took out the magazine and saw that it was also empty.

"My hair?" Zhang Yang was complaining, but he saw the other person wiping tears through the telescope.

Upon closer inspection, I found that his leg seemed to be broken and he walked very slowly and with a limp.

In the sight, the special agent's face was full of pain. He kept rubbing his face with his hands, groaning and slowly approaching the evacuation point.

"It's so tragic..." In this situation, even Zhang Yang felt a little bit sorry.

Not only was he wearing a set of crappy equipment, but he was also disabled but determined to evacuate.

"This road is too painful, let me help you get rid of it in advance."

Zhang Yang turned around, picked up the RPK16 with a double sight from the ground, continued to aim the sight at the opponent's head, and pulled the trigger.

click-

Click...

Stuck?

"What's going on?" Zhang Yang was stunned. What day is today?

Forget it, just use G18C!

The opponent is getting closer and closer. If I don’t kill him now, he will discover me.

Zhang Yang took out the G18C and aimed at the enemy in the distance.

Without the magnification of the scope, the man's figure was only the size of a candle.

But Zhang Yang could still distinguish the medium-sized mountaineering bag full of garbage and the 926 light ammunition hanger hanging on his chest.

"Hey." After aiming for a while, Zhang Yang put the gun down.

I have to admit that he still has some conscience.

Looking at the memory sticks all over the floor, a bold idea flashed through Zhang Yang's mind.

"Okay, it seems that this is also God's will." Zhang Yang put the G18C back to his waist and sat on the ground. He took out a concentrated cigarette and a bottle of Hongyang from his bag.

……

"Uh... ah..."

"Uh... ah..."

The special agent wiped the sweat from his head, looked at his left leg which was in severe pain with every step, and couldn't help but increase the strength of his right leg.

His mouth was so dry that it was about to crack, his head was dizzy, and the pain in his muscles made him suffer every moment.

Walk up the slope in front and then walk another 100 meters to reach the evacuation point.

He comforted himself and exerted force with his left leg, but the severe pain from the wound made him lose his balance.

"It would be great if... I could have a painkiller."

He climbed up the hill in a daze, but saw a concentrated cigarette on the ground!

"Is this... a mirage?" He picked up the concentrated sedative on the ground. In his dim vision, he could no longer distinguish between reality and imagination.

"Hello."

Looking up, he saw a man appear in the cemetery in front of him, leaning on the white railing and waving at him.

"I..." Despair appeared on his face, but he had no strength to resist.

But the other party did not hit him. Instead, he took out a can of soda from the altar behind him - Hongyang Drink!

"Please drink it. This concentrate is also for you."

Zhang Yang was completely relieved to see that the other party was so disabled.

It’s okay to do good things, but don’t underestimate human nature.

Seeing that the other party was holding an engineer shovel, Zhang Yang was not too worried.

The AR30 is out of bullets, and the RPK is jammed. Perhaps this is God's will.

Anyway, I can’t take these memory sticks with me, so I might as well give them to this guy and consider it as accumulating merit for my “birth”.

After all, he looked quite pitiful.

Gulu gulu...

After drinking the concentrated essence and Red Sun, the special agent felt that half of his lost vitality was restored.

My vision regained its bright colors and my left leg didn't hurt as much.

"Thank you." The tear marks on his face had not yet faded, and he bowed solemnly to Zhang Yang.

Brother, take care of yourself.

Zhang Yang said nothing and turned around to leave.

After all, it was not my original intention to save him. It was all just a coincidence.

"Hey!" After hesitating for a while, the other party finally called Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang turned around.

"Can I play with you?" He swallowed his saliva, as if he had made an important decision, and looked at Zhang Yang with expectation.

"I never owe anyone anything. Give me a chance to repay you!" Seeing that Zhang Yang did not reply, he spoke again.

"Repay a favor?" When Zhang Yang thought of this word, he thought of his old mother in his previous life.

She raised me for half my life, but I didn't even have time to accompany her when I was alive.

He also hoped that God would give him a chance to repay his kindness and let him go back to see the haggard girl whose hair had turned white overnight.

"Okay." Zhang Yang agreed.

Why wouldn’t you want a free gift from me?

At worst, it can be used as a free radar and a self-destructive little brother.

"Thank you! You are the nicest person I have ever met!"

When the other party saw that Zhang Yang agreed, a rare smile appeared on his sad face, and it was a heartfelt, genuine laugh.

It was like a creature in the darkness seeing the light for the first time, or like a wandering knight returning to his hometown.

This kind smile dispelled all the thoughts about "birth" in Zhang Yang's mind.

"Well, just consider it as a fixed teammate." Zhang Yang shook his head and sighed.

"Thank you, senior. My name is South Wall. I won't turn back until I hit it!

What's the name of the dungeon, senior? I'll go out and join you!" The special agent said excitedly, as if the injury on his leg didn't hurt much anymore.

"My ID name is Zhang Yang, Zhang for flamboyant and Yang for sun." Zhang Yang smiled slightly.

"Okay, then I'll go evacuate, and I'll add you after I'm done!"

"There are valuable things on the ground. Throw away the garbage in your bag." Zhang Yang kindly reminded before leaving.

"Uh-huh!"

Nanqiang first picked up the memory sticks scattered on the ground, and then opened the light blue 926 backpack.

The moment he opened the backpack, his lips gradually turned into an O shape.