Chapter 343 Gun God Mode Power

Comforting himself like this, Li Zhao slowly fell asleep.

When Li Zhao woke up again, it was already the next morning. The rain had not stopped, and the pain on Li Zhao's legs had not disappeared.

Although it's raining heavily outside, Li Zhao can't be lazy. He must cure his legs as soon as possible. Otherwise, there is only a dead end waiting for him!

If you want to kill a few people successfully, you must have a weapon to take advantage of it.

But in this room, there is not even a fruit knife. Where can I find a weapon? Are you going to kill with the owner's bones?

Li Zhao came downstairs and looked for weapons everywhere.

Although anything in this world can become a killing weapon, most things can't be used by Li Zhao now.

The hall is in a mess. There are everything, clothes, shoes, and household appliances everywhere. The sofas are in a mess, and the hangers are broken into several pieces.

Li Zhao picked up a hanger and bumped it. He felt that although he could use it, he was afraid that he could not exert much power because of his bad legs and feet.

Li Zhao endured the severe pain and began to look for it in the room.

However, to Li Zhao's disappointment, there were really no weapons for him to use in this room.

He limped and walked upstairs. If he remembers correctly, there is also a utility room upstairs, in which there should be something that can kill people!

Open the door of the storage room, and a layer of dust fell down.

"Boh, ah, ah..." Li Zhao took a few sips and walked in.

The storage room is full of things that are not available, old magazines and newspapers, abandoned toys, etc.

"Huh? What is this?" Li Zhao suddenly found a bicycle in a pile of toys.

The old-fashioned bicycle, the kind of bicycle with large and curved handlebars, has been covered with rust and looks like it has been for a long time.

Looking at the bicycle, Li Zhao touched his chin and fell into meditation.

"That's the only way!" Li Zhao took out his bicycle and limped downstairs.

When he got downstairs, Li Zhao began to be busy.

He first dismantled the bicycle into small pieces, and then began to get busy.

"It worked! It seems that I still have a talent for making weapons!" Li Zhao said to himself happily.

The handlebar of the bicycle was taken down by him, and then he found a tough leather band on his clothes, and then connected it to make a simple bow.

Then he removed all the spokes of the bicycle tires and made an arrow.

Although Li Zhao made bows and arrows, because they were all made by himself, he didn't know whether it was good or not, and he would not use bows and arrows.

Li Zhao was silent for a moment, when a mouse appeared in his sight.

The mouse seems to be looking for something to eat, crawling along the corner of the wall.

Li Zhao frowned, put a bow and an arrow in his hand, and aimed at the mouse.

His eyes narrowed and his fingers were released. With a "whisper", a bicycle spoke ran through the mouse's head.

"Squeak..." The mouse suddenly fell to the ground and did not move.

"This, this is too accurate!" Li Zhao was quite surprised. He didn't know why he shot a mouse with a glance!

"Gun God Mode! Yes! It must be the Gun God mode!!!" Li Zhao suddenly realized that he suddenly thought of his remaining ability, the Gun God mode.

The definition of Gun God mode is not to be good at firearms, but to be proficient in all long-range weapons, and the bow in your hand should... It can be regarded as a long-range weapon.

As soon as Li Zhao's hand moved, the extremely simple bow rotated in his hand.

"That's true, haha, that's great!" Li Zhao shot several arrows again, all of which were inserted into the mouse's head without exception!

Li Zhao walked to the mouse with a smile. He hasn't eaten yet.

Three hours later, Li Zhao was dressed in a uniform and climbed out of a gap.

It is said to be a uniform, but it is just a thick dress of the original owner.

Because it was still raining on the street, there was no one at all, so Li Zhao was not worried about being found by anyone. He limped and walked to the other side of the street.

The heavy rain hit Li Zhao in the face and blurred his vision.

"Wow..." Because he was lame, Li Zhao began to gasp without taking two steps.

At this time, Li Zhao suddenly heard a laughter from the front. It seemed that there was someone. Li Zhao immediately hid in the weeds beside him and began to walk there slowly.

When he came to a small house, Li Zhao saw the speaker.

The hut was very strange. It was completely open and there was no covered wall, so Li Zhao could see the inside completely.

There are four people in the room playing poker around the fire.

"Fuck! I lost again!" A tall man dropped the poker card in his hand on the ground and said fiercely, "Don't fuck it!"

"Eric, what are you doing!" A short man next to him said, "What do you want to do in such a heavy rain?"

"I'm hungry!" Eric said, "Go find something to eat!"

"Bear me one!" A tall man stood up and said, "I'm tired of playing!"

"Then take me with you." Standing up was a thin man.

"Go ahead!" The short man said, "I'll clean up here and then go over!"

"Derick, you really look more and more like an old mother!" Eric went out, and the remaining two followed.

"Pack up and then go to dinner!" Darrick began to clean up.

"That's you!" Li Zhao took an arrow and aimed at Dak.

"Oh, it's really a mess here!" Darrick put away the playing cards and then extinguished the flames.

Daric hummed a little song, but he didn't know that a pair of sly eyes had aimed at him.

"It's finished packing, ah..." Darrick stretched out and then yawned.

"It's now!" Li Zhao's eyes stared, his fingers loosened, and the arrow made of bicycle spokes shot out.

After shooting an arrow, Li Zhao opened his bow and arrow again and aimed at Darrick.

What Li Zhao wants to do is to kill this person, but also can't make too much noise!

The bicycle spokes turned into a white light and went straight into Darrick's mouth!

"Ah..." Daric immediately covered his neck tightly and tried to wail, but he couldn't.

In a panic, Daric pulled out the spokes from his mouth, and the blood suddenly splashed out!

That's what Li Zhao wants. With a smile, another arrow shot out.

"Puff..." The arrow made by the bicycle spokes inserted into Darick's aorta!

"Uh-huh..." Daric suddenly felt a stream of blood spewing out.