Chương 17: 17
r 17: Human Rights March for Infected People
"Takashi, this gun is for you." Lin Yi handed the shotgun from the cabinet to Takashi Komuro.
Komuro Takashi took the gun with some hesitation. Although he had never handled a gun before, in this doomsday world, mastering guns would definitely help better ensure the safety of the team.
He gripped the shotgun tightly, feeling both nervous and a little excited.
When Kouta Hirano saw Takashi Komuro take the gun, he began to explain to him in detail how to use the shotgun.
He knew that Komuro Takashi was a novice, so he was extra patient and taught him step by step from the most basic loading and chambering to aiming and shooting.
"With a shotgun, you don't need to aim precisely at the infected body's head like you do with a sniper rifle. You only need to aim at the general area where they are, and the shotgun ammunition will cover that area and cause heavy damage to the enemy." Kouta Hirano said as he demonstrated how to operate it.
Takashi Komuro listened carefully, trying to remember every detail that Kouta Hirano said.
After Hirano Kouta came into contact with firearms, his aura was so powerful that even Busujima Saeko could hardly match it.
This is the only area that Kouta Hirano is confident in. He keeps muttering the specific model of the gun in his hand, and occasionally turns on the safety to see if the gun fits his hand.
Kota Hirano meticulously organized the guns in the cabinet, and each gun was carefully checked by him to ensure that they were in best condition.
Except for sturdy and durable firearms like AK-47, other firearms need timely maintenance.
Unmaintained firearms are prone to a series of accidents such as jamming and explosion. Hirano Kouta does not want this to happen when fighting against the infected.
Without Hirano Kota's professional knowledge of firearms, Komuro Takashi could only sit on the floor and load bullets into the magazine one by one.
Don't think that shooting bullets feels great when fighting. Only those who have done it know how painful it is to load bullets.
The most nerve-wracking part of logistics in the military is loading bullets, which is comparable to the punishment of solitary confinement.
Lin Yi took out a telescope from the military equipment beside him and went to the rooftop. If he remembered correctly, there seemed to be a little girl who would join the protagonist team.
Through the telescope, Lin Yi witnessed the tragic scene on the bridge.
Flames shot up into the sky and cars on fire were everywhere. The police relied on obstacles to resist the attacks of the infected bodies with difficulty.
Those infected bodies were densely packed in the sea of cars, many of which were the original owners of the cars. They were reluctant to abandon their cars and eventually turned to ashes along with the cars.
The sound of gunfire in the distance attracted more infected bodies to gather near the bridge.
Lin Yi knew that it wouldn't be long before the bridge would become a real death zone.
Unless the army uses heavy firepower to clear the area, the infected bodies will continue to roam there, posing a hidden danger to human survival.
Perhaps because he was bored, Takashi Komuro turned on the TV and pressed the magazine while watching it.
"Police brutality is inexcusable."
"Unforgivable!"
"We strongly condemn the government's development of biological and chemical weapons!"
"Strongly condemn!"
On the TV screen, a middle-aged man wearing a hat was waving his arms and shouting, organizing the masses to march in front of the police.
The crowd was very excited, waving banners and flags and shouting slogans.
The police seemed helpless and tired. On the one hand, they had to deal with the zombies attacking from the other side of the bridge, while on the other hand, they had to try to appease the marching crowds.
It can only be said that the Japanese people have weird brains. On TV, Lin Yi also saw words written on the sign: "The life of a murderer is also a life" and "The life of a murderer also has human rights."
Lin Yi was confused for a moment as to whether these people were really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.
Although Komuro Takashi usually doesn't talk much, he couldn't help but complain at this moment: "These people...don't they know what's going on now? We can't even save our own lives, and we still care about the human rights of those infected people?"
Sure enough, not long after the middle-aged man started to make a fuss, a policeman in a white uniform stood up.
His appearance made the middle-aged man smile proudly, because in his experience, such occasions always allowed him to make a lot of money.
However, the development of things was beyond his expectations.
The policeman didn't give him any chance to speak. He just pulled out his pistol and put it coldly against his forehead.
This sudden action completely stunned the middle-aged man. The smile on his face froze before he could even stop smiling.
Amid the astonished gaze of the crowd, the police decisively pulled the trigger.
A crisp gunshot rang out, and a shocking bullet hole appeared on the middle-aged man's head. His body fell heavily to the ground.
Blood gushed out from the wound, soon forming a bright red pool on the ground.
This sudden change caused the originally noisy parade to fall into silence in an instant.
Hundreds of people stared at the corpse on the ground in amazement, as if their throats were strangled by an invisible force, and even their breathing became cautious.
"Now, everyone, back off." The policeman's voice was firm and powerful. He understood that if the situation was not controlled in time, the consequences would be disastrous.
The atmosphere in the crowd suddenly became tense, and the police pointed their guns at the marchers who were still hesitating.
Under the threat of death, those who had originally tried to persevere chose to retreat.
They threw away the signs in their hands, turned around and ran, fearing that the next gunshot would fall on them.
The originally bustling street suddenly became empty, with only the police and the bodies lying on the ground.
The blood was still flowing out slowly, staining the surrounding ground red, reminding people that a bloody conflict had just taken place here.
The next second, the TV screen went into a distorted state and the live broadcast had been cut off by the police.
Just when the three of them fell into silence, Lin Yi suddenly felt someone hugging him from behind, and two huge soft lumps pressed on Lin Yi's shoulders.
Turning his head, Lin Yi found that Shizuka Juchuan was leaning on his shoulder. He could faintly smell alcohol on her body, and it seemed that she had just finished drinking.
"Lin Yi, do you want to have a drink?"
Shizuka Marikawa was holding a non-existent wine bottle, and seemed to want to pour wine into Lin Yi's mouth.
Lin Yi broke free from Marikawa Shizuka's arms and signaled to Komuro Takashi to ask Marikawa Shizuka to be quiet so as not to attract the infected bodies outside to hear the noise.
Hirano Kouta followed Lin Yi to the balcony with a weapon and began to stand guard.
Perhaps because the noise made by Shizuka Marikawa just now was too loud, there are now obviously a lot more infected people wandering downstairs. However, they did not gather outside the apartment, but just wandered around the surrounding streets.
(End of this chapter)
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