Getting the best from Tarkov

Chapter 137 Hip-Firing Warrior

Liao Fan was caught off guard by the sudden change and was caught off guard by the poker. Ignoring the pain in his jaw and tongue, Liao Fan immediately turned around to check.

As a result, at this moment, Liao Fan was so angry that he almost burst into cursing!

It turned out that Liao Fan's location at this moment was, by coincidence, exactly where the four attackers had set up their defense line.

Although most of them had been gnawed to pieces by the zombies that pounced on them, one of the zombies somehow retained most of its limbs.

After taking a closer look, I saw that it was the lucky guy who had his penis bitten off.

Because he saw his four brothers being torn apart by zombies, Liao Fan never expected that there was still someone among them who could move, so he was caught off guard and was ambushed.

However, it was too late to sigh now, because in the few seconds of delay, the group of zombies attracted by the grenade had all run back towards him.

But just as Liao Fan was about to stand up and continue running out of the hangar, the zombie that had already knocked him down suddenly pounced on him again.

Fortunately, with the previous scene, Liao Fan was mentally prepared. When he saw from the corner of his eye that the old man zombie was about to pounce again, he stomped his left foot on the ground.

While his whole body was rushing forward, he suddenly moved sideways to the right. His left hand directly drew the saber from his waist, and after finding the right angle, he slashed it upwards at an angle.

Because the incident happened suddenly, the father-in-law zombie did not expect Liao Fan to do this. His body had already rushed out and he had no time to change direction. He could only watch the saber in Liao Fan's hand pass straight across his neck.

Originally, Liao Fan's strength with one hand was not enough, but because the zombie rushed towards him in the same pounce posture, the potential energy plus the zombie's own weight, plus Liao Fan's saber was extremely sharp.

Liao Fan actually cut his entire neck with just one simple knife.

The round head separated from the body that had been with it for decades very calmly, without any nostalgia, and rolled straight towards the distant shelf. The headless corpse relaxed completely at the moment the head left the body, and fell straight to the ground.

With a "paji" sound, the little blood left in the body was squeezed out from the empty neck and spurted out.

However, the amount of blood that spurted out was pitifully small, and in the end, it only soaked the ground in front of him within the range of about two palms.

It actually took less than two seconds to deal with this eunuch zombie, but even though Liao Fan tried to finish the battle as quickly as possible, he was still almost surrounded by zombies.

Looking at the zombies that were about to rush towards him, Liao Fan knew that it was pointless to keep running.

If he couldn't stop the zombies from advancing, he might be overwhelmed by the incoming tide of zombies before he could reach the exit.

In this way, Liao Fan can only fight and retreat at the same time. Although the speed will be much slower, it is safer.

Moreover, Liao Fan at this moment is no longer the same as when he first entered the laboratory.

The two guns hanging on his back were no longer the shotgun he had when he came, but an RPK and an AK. Not only that, Liao Fan had just taken the time to refill the magazine with bullets.

In other words, at this time, Liao Fan had two guns in his hands that could fire nearly 100 bullets continuously.

This is not comparable to a shotgun or an ordinary assault rifle. It is equivalent to the fire suppression of a light machine gun.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan no longer hesitated. He raised the AK in his hand and pulled the trigger at the group of zombies.

Because of the distance and the speed of movement, Liao Fan didn't even take a second to aim. He just used his right arm and waist to tighten the buttstock and the back half of the AK, and then pulled the trigger purely by feel.

The bullets were indeed inaccurate at first, and only hit the chest and abdomen of the corpse, but as each bullet was fired, bunches of blood bloomed on the corpse one after another.

This gave Liao Fan a positive feedback. When there were enough bullets in the magazine, he could adjust the angle of the muzzle according to the bullet point.

Sure enough, after wasting about 10 bullets, Liao Fan was able to use his sense to press the muzzle of the gun to the height of the headshot line, so that any zombie that ran too close and showed its head would be immediately shot in the head by Liao Fan.

On average, almost 5-7 rounds hit a head.

At this moment, Liao Fan unexpectedly felt a slight sense of relief. He couldn't help but think back to the four attackers and grumbled, "Sure enough, they're still a bunch of trash."

Watching the zombies falling one by one in front of him, Liao Fan unconsciously slowed down his pace.

In this way, the remaining time passed by minute by minute along with the bullets in the rifle magazine. During this period, Liao Fan had already replaced the AK with RPK.

I don’t know if it’s personal feel or other objective reasons, but Liao Fan feels that RPK is actually better than AK.

If it was an AK, he could only guarantee that the average number of bullets consumed for each zombie killed would not exceed 7. Later, after switching to RPK, Liao Fan unknowingly reduced this number to 4.

In other words, Liao Fan can now hit the enemy's head with a maximum of 4 bullets when shooting from the hip at close range.

What can I say about this data? In the eyes of real masters, it is garbage, it is bullshit, but for Liao Fan, it is actually quite good.

After all, in reality, it is almost impossible to have a scene like a western cowboy showdown.

What do you mean by turning around and shooting 15 steps forward at the same time? As long as you dare to turn around, I will shoot.

Liao Fan discovered that not only rifles, but also a series of skills including pistols and fighting, all those obtained by smashing golden eggs, no matter how high the level is, always seem to be a little bit behind those real top masters in reality.

I think if you really want to become a real soldier king, or a real top master in other industries, in addition to improving your skill levels, you also have to hone yourself.

He shook his head gently to drive away these messy thoughts and continued mowing the lawn.

And just after he killed another zombie, he found that there was no target behind him.

It cannot be said that there is no target at all, because new zombies have been pouring out from the corridors and passages in the distance, but they are not like before, just following behind the previous zombie groups, which has formed a vacuum zone invisibly.

While continuing to retreat, Liao Fan unloaded the magazine and looked at the few bullets left in it. He knew it was time for him to leave.

Fortunately, this wave of zombies was not replenished in time, otherwise if they continued to come in like before, Liao Fan might not have had time to change the magazine.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate and turned around and rushed towards the exit.

Finally, at the last moment when the zombies were about to catch up with Liao Fan, they opened a small door not far behind the hangar and crawled in.

He walked in a daze for an unknown amount of time, but when Liao Fan opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in the doctor's underground clinic again.

He raised his hand and subconsciously touched his left eye.

Well, it really is a medical miracle. How did this eyeball, which was already shattered beyond repair, magically reappear in its socket? Could it have grown back?

I didn't think too much about it. I couldn't figure it out anyway, so I just got up and went home.

After thinking this through, Liao Fan sat up from the camp bed, went to the front desk to settle the medical bills, and then walked directly towards his hiding place.

When Liao Fan opened the item box and prepared to study the equipment for the next round, he suddenly heard the long-lost system voice again.

"Ding~ Warning, Tarkov time is about to be reset. If the host cannot return as soon as possible, there will be unknown risks. The current countdown is 120 minutes."

ps: There will be another one later, let me eat first~~~