Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

Looking up, the helicopter was also under attack from anti-aircraft fire.

Golden flares were being fired in both directions, guiding a small missile into the distance.

The intense light clearly illuminated an outline that resembled a "Black Hawk".

"Damn, a Z-20! And of all times, it has to be this time."

Gu Lang cursed inwardly and immediately let go of the fishing net in front of him.

He darted into the market and slipped into a triangular space formed by collapsed shelves, so tense that he held his breath.

Not long after they had hidden themselves, a burst of gunfire suddenly erupted on the street outside the market.

Gu Lang peeked out and saw a group of berserkers driving several Dongfeng Mengshi vehicles, following the direction of the helicopter all the way.

While chasing each other frantically, they fired pointlessly into the air with their rifles.

Gu Lang shrank back, pressed himself against the cold wall, and slowly moved into a shop inside the market.

The roar of engines, the howling of guns, and the hum of helicopter engines mingled together, creating a chaotic and frenzied symphony.

He prayed that the group of lunatics would pass by quickly and not notice the broken tricycle and the rolled-up fishing net by the roadside.

However, what you fear most is what happens; the main force of the Berserkers arrived not long after.

Other scattered members appeared behind them; these people had no means of transportation and could only follow on foot.

Soon, some clever people noticed the unusual thing on the roadside.

A series of slow, disorderly footsteps approached rapidly toward the market gate.

Gu Lang felt a chill run down his spine. He dropped his backpack and quickly activated the infrared night vision device mounted on his helmet.

In the black and white image, three berserkers who had broken away from the group walked towards him, less than 20 meters away.

Gu Lang suddenly leaned out from behind the shop counter cover, shouldered the air rifle, and began to aim.

He was well aware of the limitations of the weapon in his hand; the lead bullets from the air gun had limited power.

A blow to the head may not penetrate the skull, and a blow to the torso is even less likely to cause immediate death.

These berserkers have no sense of pain; if they are not hit in a vital area, they will immediately make a sound.

You must deprive your opponent of the ability to resist and the possibility of yelling with your first strike.

In a flash, he made the best decision—the neck.

That area is not only a weak point in the human body, but also contains the carotid artery and trachea.

"Thud—" The lead bullet accurately struck the side of the neck of the berserker walking at the front.

"Heh... Heh-kah—"

After being shot, the man made a series of strange, fluid-blocked gasping sounds.

He dropped the bow and arrows, futilely clutching at his neck, and staggered back a few steps.

He then fell heavily to the ground, his legs beginning to twitch uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the other two berserkers each made different choices.

One of them, bewildered by his companion's sudden collapse, then laughed and squatted down to suck blood from his neck.

The other person reacted immediately and ran into the shop next door.

"Damn, so that one was the smartest after all."

Frustrated, Gu Lang pulled the hammer of his air rifle, and the second bullet struck the not-so-bright berserker.

Seeing that the man had also released his spear, clutched his neck, and fallen to the ground, he immediately moved to find the last remaining berserker.

"Hey, you beast, your marksmanship is pretty good, hahaha..."

The person in the darkness suddenly spoke, and the eerie laughter made Gu Lang's hair stand on end.

"Hey, you lunatic, aren't you going to call your companions over?"

While confirming a safe evacuation route, Gu Lang searched for the other party's location.

This was his first time speaking to a berserker, and a special infected at that. He had just seen the berserker holding a cube-shaped object, but he didn't know what kind of weapon it was.

"Haha, I like to eat alone. Those idiots are so wasteful, always making a mess of precious food."

"If you have pica, I suggest you see a doctor for a proper checkup."

Gu Lang used an air gun to pry open the shop's curtain, only to find that the person had moved. He had no choice but to continue trying to calm the other person down with words.

"You think we're crazy, but we're the ones who have awakened from the lies. That heavenly fire wasn't destruction, it was baptism. It burned away the hypocrisy of the old world, allowing us to see the pure world."

"Nuclear bombs don't have that function; it's the virus that's altered your brain structure."

Gu Lang pushed open the shop door again, but still couldn't find the person's location.

"What you call a virus, we call a gift. Those who refuse to accept this reality are the impurities that need to be removed. We, the scavengers, are the pioneers of a new humanity, hahaha..."

A chilling laugh echoed through the silent market.

"Pfft—pfft—pfft."

Suddenly the laughter stopped, and a strange sound rang out. Gu Lang felt as if something had stabbed him in the back.

Realizing that the other party had circled around to his back, he quickly lay down and hid behind the shelves.

He then pulled out several small steel nails from behind, which were gleaming and appeared to be smeared with blood.

"Damn, it was a nail gun. Luckily, it was stopped by the bulletproof plate."

Gu Lang cursed inwardly, took off his silicone gloves and threw them on the ground along with the steel nails to prevent the risk of infection.

A few seconds later, a loud "thump" suddenly came from the left front.

He instinctively fired a shot in that direction, only to realize he'd fallen for a trap; it was just a plastic bucket.

At the same time, a dark figure leaped down from the top of the side shelf.

"Holy crap!" Alarm bells rang in Gu Lang's mind.

The opponent is not only highly intelligent, but also knows how to use tactical deception and psychological pressure.

Gu Lang retreated and dodged, raising his air rifle again as he tried to pull the hammer.

However, the opponent was faster, and his kick was as swift as a whip, striking Gu Lang's arm hard.

A sharp pain shot through him, and the air rifle flew out of his hand, landing with a thud on the ground some distance away.

The other person had a twisted smile on their face, and the nail gun was pointed at Gu Lang's face.

At the critical moment, Gu Lang rolled over and used his left hand to pull the shop's transparent curtain in front of him.

He reached down to his lower back with his right hand and pulled out his last life-saving trump card.

"Bang!!!" A muffled but loud gunshot rang out in the market.

The slug, at such close range, undoubtedly pierced the opponent's chest.

The freak shuddered, his ferocious grin freezing on his face, replaced by an expression of disbelief.

Looking down at the gushing blood from his chest, he seemed unable to comprehend why his "prey" could mount such a fierce counterattack.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he only spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight backward.

The curtain effectively blocked most of the splashes of blood and tissue fluid, preventing Gulang from facing the most direct risk of infection.

However, the loud gunshots were like pebbles thrown into a still lake, creating ripples all around.

"Ughhhhhh—!"

"Hehehe... Over here! Over here!"

From all directions, more alarmed berserkers responded with howls, and footsteps converged from various intersections.