Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Jun turned and pointed the gun at Boris, and fired in his incredulous eyes. The bullet hit the zombie holding a hammer behind him: "I am Chinese, a Communist Party member, not a Japanese who can play with knives."

Boris didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and kept talking: "Then do you know Kung Fu?"

"Yes, but Kung Fu can't save you at that distance."

Boris laughed quite loudly, and Shula and Carl, who were the center backs, climbed to the other end of the suspension bridge and reached out to pull Boris up.

Not long after the four people went up, the suspension bridge made a sound of being unable to bear the weight, and fell into the magma with the unlucky zombies on it. The high temperature made the zombies that entered the magma shrink, and then spontaneously combusted.

The four people who reached the other side of the platform had no time to be afraid. They climbed the stairs, and Boris, the strongest one, kicked open the fragile wooden door of the signal room, and was then pounced on by the zombies hiding behind the door.

He used all his strength to hold down the head of a zombie with one hand. With his other hand, he didn't have enough strength left, so he could only hold back the other zombie as much as possible to prevent him from biting him on the neck. The zombie opened its mouth full of yellow teeth and bit Boris's forearm heavily.

"Ah!" the sturdy man screamed in pain. Karl's bayonet and Jun's dagger hit the back of the two zombies' heads. They pushed aside the motionless zombies and pulled Boris up. "It's okay. Just go back and bandage it."

Boris wiped the bite wound, a clear tooth mark was still bleeding: "It's not a big problem, it just hurts a little, let's continue."

Shura put down her gun. She went straight to the operating table and pulled the lever to change the track of the train. "It's done. Let's go."

Carl held the gun and opened the opposite door of the signal room. Through the glass, he could already see the escaping train. The rebel fighters' celebratory voices came over the radio: "The track change is complete. Come on, we are starting the train."

Soon, accompanied by the sound of gunfire coming from far away, Fang Qingyun and the four-member team of protagonists ran in both directions.

Fang Qingyun hesitated. He had just heard the sound of the rebels getting on the train on the other side, and the view on this side was mostly blocked by the fallen debris. No one noticed Fang Qingyun who was beating up zombies. The slowly accelerating train didn't even have anyone firing a gun. They all waited in a safe place for the group of four to get on the train by themselves.

Fang Qingyun became nervous when he saw the train slowly starting. However, out of trust in the protagonists, he gritted his teeth and chose to wait a little longer. Even if the world line changed a lot, it was impossible to leave the protagonists here, right?

At this time, there would be no way to explain if he was shouted to get in the car quickly. He would be kicked out of the car after the two sides gave their testimony. After thinking it over, Fang Qingyun finally chose to shout: "Friendly forces, don't shoot!"

After shouting this, Fang Qingyun felt inexplicably out of place, as if he was back in the original Battlefield 3 or Battlefield 4 game, with all the flattering lines read by his AI teammates. Because the lines were too down-to-earth and the reading was too crude, he almost couldn't hold back his smile when he recalled that moment.

Then, he swung the pipe wrench at another zombie's head, and to prove his innocence, he used a little more force, smashing the zombie's head like a watermelon. He believed that seeing himself killing zombies, he should not be accidentally shot by the protagonists.

Next, Fang Qingyun even prepared a script for how to explain his origins, and waited to communicate with the protagonist team before getting on the bus. In a short period of time, Fang Qingyun even prepared to spoil the protagonists to reduce the possibility of danger.

There is no doubt about it. This power is enough to smash other zombies' heads easily. Carl's face was stern. An ordinary person would have to attack with all his strength at least three times to hammer a zombie's head in and ensure its death. But this power to smash a head with just one blow... This is no longer something that the elite can explain. This is an "exception"!

Seeing that Carl was still hesitating, Fang Qingyun quickly added: "I am a self-aware zombie, and I also hate shampooers, so please take me with you. I finally managed to escape from those Germans."

After hearing Fang Qingyun's words, he became even more convinced that this was a trap, and he began to look for flaws based on his preconceived ideas.

Carl stopped the three people next to him and looked at the epaulettes of the man who was calling for help from a distance through the sniper scope, but found that the military uniform was wrapped around his body and could not be seen at all.

Is he trying to attract our attention by calling for help, setting a trap to catch us all? Carl saw the machine gun on his back, which made him more convinced. He had a gun, but he still used pipe clamps to kill zombies? As for killing zombies, it was more like a way of establishing his identity. Anyway, the empty shell zombies were just low-level creatures to him, so he could kill them at will, and it would increase his credibility.

Humph, this kind of trap can only fool children.

Carl raised his gun and aimed at the figure holding the pipe wrench. Now steady him first. He thought I had stepped into a trap and would not be on guard. "I'm here to help you, friend, move aside."

Fang Qingyun was quite happy to see Carl pointing his gun at him. So he believed me? He even pointed a gun at me? He really deserves to be the protagonist. When I was playing games, it was good enough if my teammates didn't shoot me over the head. He listened to Carl's order and turned his body to the side.

Carl aimed carefully. His fingers trembled because he was nervous. He only had one chance. As long as the "Exception" was not shot in the head or completely destroyed at once, it could stand up again. Even if it was shot in the heart, it would be reborn at high speed like the ribs with the rebirth agreement and stand up again for revenge. As long as the "Exception" fired, all the people here would become corpses with their heads blasted.

The Hell Legion of the “General” is the elite among the zombies, while the “Exceptions” are a force that should not exist in this world... They must be wiped out!

Carl took a deep breath, held his breath, and lightly clicked his fingers. The fatal bullet rotated out of the barrel and then penetrated Fang Qingyun's head.

Fang Qingyun felt a headache and fell backwards, instantly entering the gray fog vision of death, followed by the sound of gunfire. Fang Qingyun was speechless for a moment as he watched the protagonist and his group carrying the ammunition he had sorted out, unarming his gun, clearing out the zombies around them, and then getting on the train and leaving in a hurry.

Man, I'm a fucking ally...

Fang Qingyun was stunned. What happened? Weren't we chatting just fine? Why did he shoot me? I'm a friendly army. I killed so many zombies. How could it be that he was on the zombie side?

This feeling is just like playing CSGO in your previous life. In the last game, you just had a good feel for the game and found opportunities to get a pentakill in 1V1 fights. But in the next game, your teammates believed what they said and treated you as a cheat. You were about to curse but got voted out... This feeling is really disgusting.

Fang Qingyun was in a state of aphasia for a moment. He was about to get a ride in the last second, but was carried away in the next second. He was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He thought it was Carl who shot him, so he could suppress his anger and blame him for accidentally killing one of his own. But through the gray mist, Fang Qingyun saw that his body lying on the ground was shot in the middle of his eyebrows. How could you shoot your own people in the middle of their eyebrows? It turned out that this guy didn't believe me at all after I said so much... He came up and shot me without saying a word, and shot me in the middle of my eyebrows.

His anger swelled, the regret of not getting on the bus, the grievance of being shot by the protagonist and losing his life, and the anger of being beaten after doing so many things all intertwined together. This feeling made Fang Qingyun, who thought he had planned everything, break down, and in an instant he felt his lips stirring.

Chapter 20, Damn, it turns out that there are not lives

Fuck your mother, when I carry a gun you guys shoot me first, when I don’t carry a gun you aim and shoot me, when I don’t shout for help you treat me as a monster and shoot me, when I shout for help you just look at me and treat me as a treasure chest monster and shoot me.

With your ability to distinguish, how can you and a bunch of bugs kill the shampooer?

Fang Qingyun was so angry that he finally used his most familiar curse word: "CTM stinky SB"

After a lot of C language swearing, Fang Qingyun sighed. This incident also reminded him that he should never think that his plan is perfect. He should be careful in everything and try to treat his teammates as pigs. After all, it is better to rely on oneself than on others. If he treats his teammates as pigs, every positive operation of his will be a surprise.

It was useless to be angry now. The key was how this matter would end. He hadn't paid attention when he was playing the game. He only knew that they went to Venice in the second chapter. He had no idea where they went in the next three to six or seven chapters. The final battle was clearly in Rome. Now that he had lost contact with the protagonists, the only thing he could do was to go to Rome and wait.

"Demon Scripture, does this count as connecting with the protagonist group's personal connection?" Fang Qingyun asked with a faint hope, watching the curse on his shoulder continue to deepen. The lava-like skin began to proliferate again, but this time it was far more ferocious than last time. A small piece of it had grown to cover the entire upper arm, and some of it had even spread to the chest.

If this is not counted, this wave can be said to be a big bleeding. He thought he was playing a Rambo, but unexpectedly he turned out to be a clown.

[Unfortunately, no]

Fang Qingyun was helpless and felt annoyed.

[There is also bad news. Because you were killed by the protagonist, you will receive more curses this time, which means you will have even less life.]

"Just tell me how many lives I have left"

【14】

"..." Fang Qingyun was silent for a while, then suppressed his emotions and made a comment: "He killed five of my lives with one shot, I really want to thank him."

[But the good news is that we have unlocked a lot of new things, including a card face with the lowest purple quality, which you can make with memory fragments at any time]

"I'm not in the mood right now. Please settle the bill for me. I just want to take a break."

[Unlock Elite Card Face X2+1000]

[Unlock weapon (MG42) +100]

【Kill zombies X86+860】

[Attack as an ammunition carrier X1.2]

[Total number of memory fragments obtained: 2350 (zeroed)]

[Unlock card face: 2]

【Died: Carl】

Looking at the word "Carl" on the cause of death, and the smiling and waving portrait of Carl next to it, which seemed to be mocking him, Fang Qingyun's anger, which had just been suppressed, rose again.

Including the memory fragments from last time, Fang Qingyun currently has a total of 4060 memory fragments, and the two purple card faces unlocked by the Grimoire of Destiny require 2700 to make one.

Fang Qingyun was busy all night, but his income was not as good as the day he searched the bag. He worked so hard but could only make one picture.

Fang Qingyun carefully observed the two cards he had just received. They both looked very good. If he sold them to Catherine, he would probably be able to earn money for at least another fifty years.

A card called [Death Commando] looks more combat-oriented. He holds a machine gun in one hand and the other hand radiates orange-red hell energy, the same color as the portal.

The steel helmet on his head was reinforced with a circle of barbed wire. His lips were cleft, but it could barely cover up his hideous teeth and gums. His military uniform was still the same, and the glowing heart on his chest was protected by a chest plate. His body was full of grenades and ammunition pouches, and he even had a captured American-made M1911 pistol in a holster on his waist. There was even an Iron Cross medal on his chest. He looked like a veteran with explosive combat effectiveness. If Fang Qingyun used this follower's body, his close combat ability would definitely be further improved.

Another card is called [Combat Sergeant]. The name sounds like the superior of the card just seen. He is wearing a neat military uniform, high-top boots that are polished to a shine, and a black gas mask on his face that looks very high-tech. Through the thick lens of the gas mask, you can see his incandescent eyes.

Unfortunately, he looked like an auxiliary follower, and the only weapon on him was a German-made Luger pistol pointed upwards.

This obviously did not meet Fang Qingyun's requirements. What he urgently needed now was combat power, not a supporting role. Fang Qingyun made a decision and finally chose a role that focused on combat.

His next plan also changed because of this death. He originally planned to hitchhike in the protagonist group, but now he has a bold idea: he plans to go directly back to Hell through the Hell Tower, steal the shampooer's source of power: the Holy Relic, and then go directly to Rome to fight him.

This idea seemed like a fantasy at first. Breaking into the shampooer's base and seizing the holy weapon was as difficult as secretly assassinating the shampooer in Berlin. Both were extremely dangerous and there was no chance of survival.

If you think about it carefully, this plan is still feasible. On the one hand, Fang Qingyun will definitely transform into a "Death Commando" next time he goes there. Just looking at the equipment, he can at least be considered a top-ranked guard in the shampooer's lair, which solves the problem of sneaking in.

Everything will be easy if you can sneak in. Just walk around slowly. Fang Qingyun knows the general layout of the room where the holy weapon is placed, so he can just look for it one by one when the time comes.

Since he can open up a passage between the human world and hell through the Hell Tower, he can also escape from hell in the same way. At worst, there is a hell portal in the original plot. At that time, he can fix a zombie on the handle to keep the portal open. It will not force a doctor to open the door from behind like in the original plot.

Although the uncertainty is high, there is no other way. Fang Qingyun has considered whether to take the holy weapon to Rome to wait for the protagonist after stealing it. Thinking about it carefully, this is undoubtedly a foolish act. If things go wrong, not only will he lose five lives, but the holy weapon will also be confiscated, and he will not be able to connect with his personal line. It can be said that he loses more than he gains.

It might be troublesome to face the shampooer's huge Hell Machine. Facing the Hell Machine that is about ten stories high, Fang Qingyun considered learning from the protagonist and attacking it head-on... Well, in the game, you use a twin machine gun to blow up the turrets of the Hell Machine one by one. If you go there alone... that would be a fool's wits.

At present, Fang Qingyun's plan is to sneak into the war weapon made of flesh, blood and steel. According to the setting, this forbidden mixture actually has internal organs. As long as his six hearts are destroyed, the operation of the hell machine can be basically disrupted.

Finally, learn the original plot, have ace boxing with the shampooer, and finally kill him with the holy weapon according to the script to resolve the curse.

Now that the new plan has been written, I just hope there won’t be any unexpected events.

Let's sleep till dawn first, and then prepare to implement the plan after entering the dream plane tomorrow. By the way, try the purple-quality follower card called "Death Commando".

There was nothing noteworthy in the second day's class, except that Fang Qingyun got to see most people's fighting skills, which were quite horrific.

The teacher asked a question in class. Suppose you have a 1-2 attacking minion on the field, and you have a spell card in your hand that can cause 4 damage to the minion. The opponent has a 3-3 taunt minion on the field, but the opponent's hero only has 1 health point left. How do you kill it?

This question couldn't be simpler. The answer is to use spell cards to deal with minions, and then use 1-2 minions to directly attack the opponent's hero, and you can kill the opponent.

Fang Qingyun saw the answer at a glance, and then he was bored and dazed. He found that this question, which could be answered at a glance, stumped a large number of people, including Meyer. This guy was also biting his pen at a loss. Well, he was really stupid to be beaten like this on a fast break.

Fang Qingyun also paid attention and observed that the other students' ideas were basically to use 1-2 to attack 3-3, 1-2 was killed by 3-3's counterattack with 3 points of damage, and then the spell card was used to remove the minion, and then they stared at the opponent with only 1 point of health left. When they realized that something was wrong, they tried again, still with the same idea, and got stuck again.

Fang Qingyun didn't know what to say for a moment. His expression was like seeing the old lady calculating sixteen minus nine. He saw her repeating the tens-digit number and borrowing one countless times, and finally converting the formula into sixteen minus nine, repeating it infinitely. This made him doubt the IQ of the people around him for a moment, and even made him feel that he was indeed a time traveler and was incompatible with this world.

Five minutes later, a student finally raised his hand to indicate that he had solved the problem.

When he proudly said his answer, he received a lot of admiring looks from the crowd. Fang Qingyun felt like he was playing house with them. He spent five minutes calculating a problem like 1+1=2, and he was still proud of it. He was admired? What's more, Fang Qingyun saw that the teacher took one minute to calculate it. Forget it, I should listen to some useful classes in the future. This class is simply an insult to my intelligence...

When I take a blasphemous topic like Advanced Arcanum and put it in front of these guys, maybe it will be the Four Color Theorem of Hearthstone?

Fang Qingyun muddled through the night and returned to his dormitory after dinner. He had been very frugal with his money in the past two days. After all, he was a down-and-out noble and might have to pay a large amount of money at any time. Although he still had some money now, it was only enough for 30 years of food expenses. If there were any other projects that required payment, the time would be even shorter. It was necessary to be prepared for a long-term war.

According to Fang Qingyun's current consumption, he can live for another 30 years, but he may need to purchase some special treasures or high-expenditure items such as experimental materials. Those are the big expenses, and food expenses are nothing in comparison.

Chapter 30, All Tactical Converters, but what the hell is this?

Fang Qingyun closed his eyes when it was night, and returned to the world of gray fog. This time, he easily switched the body he used to enter today into that of the [Death Commando].

After being resurrected again, Fang Qingyun stood in the ruins of the Milan rebel camp. This time, the nausea from teleporting was not as great as before. He had gradually gotten used to the dizzy feeling, and after a few more times, he might not even feel nauseous.

Looking at the zombie body that was shot through the forehead, Fang Qingyun sighed. Fortunately, the [Ammunition Transporter] card was not scrapped, but just entered a gray cooling period. It could not be used for the next two days. The gray color would fade a little bit every day, and it would be usable again on the third day.

[The Death Commando has superior qualities compared to its original body, -30%, +30% in line with the world view, +50% for the protection of Hell, the final calculation result is 1.5 times the original]

Fang Qingyun had planned to do something big this time, as he could not catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. Logically speaking, the Death Commandos had better combat power and should have obtained fewer memory fragments. Originally, Fang Qingyun was worried that using a stronger Death Commando would lead to a serious decrease in the rate of obtaining memory fragments, so that he would have no way out if he failed. Now it seems that this was not the case, which was a pleasant surprise.

This body now is very different from the [Ammunition Transporter]. When you look at it alone, you can only see the surface. Only when you actually hold it in your hands can you feel the power of this body.

This body was obviously more advanced than the ammunition carrier. It could be seen from the appearance alone. Not only did it not have any open wounds that exposed its internal organs, but its face was also slightly bloodshot, except that its eyes were burning as white as a light bulb. If you ignore the light coming from the bottom of his eyes, Fang Qingyun now looks no different from a human.

In addition, the physical fitness of both the original human body and the ammunition transporter's body has made a terrifying leap. The muscles on the body are more developed and the coordination ability is better. To put it more intuitively, the mobility has been enhanced. Originally, the ammunition transporter could only jog when traveling long distances, but now he can run at the speed of an adult sprinting for a long time.

And this is the marching speed when carrying weapons and ammunition. If they are marching at this speed, it will only take a little over four hours to travel a hundred kilometers. It will be easy to catch up with some tanks that are not as fast in mountainous areas and places without roads. This is no longer an ordinary light infantry, this can be considered a mechanically modified person.

In addition to his physical fitness, Fang Qingyun's equipment has also been strengthened. He still uses the MG42 general-purpose machine gun, but he also has a lot of long-handled grenades hanging around his waist. His protection is almost the same as those elite thugs. A solid 14mm armor plate is embedded on his chest and back to protect his heart. He wears the same bulletproof helmet as the thugs on his head. The steel plates and armor inlaid on his shoulders and arms make him look like a future German soldier from the world line of Wolfenstein: The New Colossus.

The style of the helmet is similar to that of the heavy gunner, but it is made slightly smaller to fit the head more easily. The entire face is a thin steel plate with holes. There are two small square observation holes for the eyes. For some reason, some vertical gaps like the gaps in a knight's helmet were added to the mouth.

Zombies don't need to breathe, and adding these gaps will only increase the processing time and reduce the protective performance of the mask. In Fang Qingyun's opinion, it would be better to just make a whole piece of steel plate and then open two observation windows. Although it is a bit ugly, it is simpler and more sturdy.

Under the protection of this equipment, it can be said that Fang Qingyun is very difficult to die. If he really wants to run, unless the opponent breaks his legs with one shot, otherwise, as long as he is not facing an armored force in an open area, he can retreat calmly relying on his high mobility.

By the way, the long-handled grenade that Fang Qingyun is wearing on his waist is not the famous M24, but a fragmentation grenade in the shape of a long-handled grenade. Fang Qingyun can understand this, after all, the name of the long-handled grenade in the game is "fragmentation grenade". But it is still hard to understand, why is it written as a fragmentation grenade in the game when it is a throwing object based on the real M24 wooden-handled grenade?

Writing the wooden-handled grenade as a fragmentation grenade feels like a low-level mistake. If you have to say it's justified, it can only be said to be a post-war modification, but in the game it still performs as highly explosive as an offensive grenade. After all, who has a fragmentation grenade that only has an explosion but no fragments?

Moreover, removing the fragments of a wooden-handled grenade is a thankless task, just like wearing only a pair of pants on the lower body in the middle of winter and relying only on a cotton-padded jacket on the upper body for warmth. Isn't that pure stupidity?

The M24 is a standard offensive grenade. When thrown during an attack, you will not accidentally injure yourself. The main way of killing is the shock wave produced by the explosion, which has basically no effect beyond five meters. The fragmentation grenade is a defensive grenade. You must find a good cover when throwing it. The main way of killing is to blow up a large number of high-speed fragments to kill surrounding enemies. If you are unlucky, you may be killed by a fragment even if you are thirty meters away.

Fang Qingyun removed the armor plate on his chest and looked down to see his heart. Although his heart was no longer able to perform blood transfusions at this moment, it was still beating vigorously. The flesh-orange light rippled in the air as it beat. This seemed to be the source of Fang Qingyun's power. Fang Qingyun tried to touch it with his hand. The feeling of touching his own heart was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Now Fang Qingyun's fatal part is different from before. He will not die even if he is shot in the head. Instead, he will lose consciousness and his brain will be slowly reorganized with the help of black magic. However, once the heart is shattered, he will turn back into a corpse after a short delay.

Another point is that Fang Qingyun was originally worried about how to get the holy weapon, because the shampooer's holy weapon was in hell. If he wanted to get the holy weapon, he had to go to hell once and then return to the human world to confront the shampooer head-on. Now Fang Qingyun has a way. Through this black magic heart, Fang Qingyun can communicate with the portal between hell and the human world.

As long as the Hell Tower nearby does not fall down and can still serve as a signal base station, Fang Qingyun can return to the city from anywhere in this area.

Fang Qingyun naturally chose to teleport immediately. If he didn't teleport now, what would happen if the protagonist blew up the Hell Tower in this place later? Most of the things the protagonist group did were to cause trouble for him in the zombie state. If the Hell Tower collapsed and interfered with the teleportation portal here... Fang Qingyun would have to find a new Hell Tower. How long would it take to go back and forth?

There are only five hell towers in this area of ​​Italy. This is not Singapore. It takes only 30 minutes to drive from one end to the other. Wouldn't you run your legs off if you were to run around in Italy?

Connecting to the energy of hell, Fang Qingyun fastened the armor plate on his chest and felt like the lumberjack looking for a heart. All he lacked was a suitable axe.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingyun's thoughts scattered again. What close combat weapon should I use in the future? I can't use a sword, and I can't use any of the eighteen weapons. If I don't consider the inherent fighting ability of this body, such as the stabbing and the engineer shovel, Fang Qingyun estimates that the only weapon he can use is a war hammer, which is a big hammer that can hit eighty targets with one hammer.

In this case, it would be difficult to end the game without a religious book. It would be best if I could use F to give my teammates invincibility, but I don't believe in religion... What should I take? If I take a red book, it seems like I am deifying a great man. If I can't take a book on advanced mathematics, anyway, in a serious fight, who would care what you are looking at?

At that time, you will hold advanced mathematics in your left hand and an open-heart hammer in your right hand. Your left shoulder will carry virtue and your right shoulder will carry morality. If you can't win, just cheat. Twist the muscles on your back to form the word "Virtue". This is the way a man fights.