The eyes were blurred, and the body seemed to be heavy and light, as if it was stepping on cotton without any force.

My mind seemed to be mixed up by an iron rod for hundreds of times, in a mess.

"My name is Mu Shaoan."

"My name is Mu Shaoan."

As he shouted in his heart, Mu Shaoan gradually returned to normal from fear. No one knew that the fear in his heart was really worried that when he woke up, he would lose all his memories, and be as confused as other program soldiers.

Fortunately, everything is normal, and all his memories are still there.

The earth-shaking dizziness began to retreat quickly, and the surrounding scenery was also clearly visible. This was a highway, with weeds on both sides of the road, and a few bushes grew high and low. The world was very quiet. Except for the seven or eight program soldiers who were lying horizontally and vertically, some of them were still unconscious, and some had begun to wake up and twitch, making low and uncomfortable sounds.

Ten people, no more or less, are randomly teleported on this map.

The memories of the past flashed through my mind. He had played this seven-day kill game and was also very familiar with it. In fact, this is a game of doomsday ruins survival and building mining. The feature is that every seven days, a blood moon will rise, and then the system will produce a terrifying zombie tide. Players need to collect various resources and build fortresses to resist. In addition, every seven days, the scale of the zombie tide will become larger and larger, like a snowball.

So this game is usually called Seven Days Collapse, which means that as time goes by, the number of zombies will increase, either killing you or killing your computer host.

Very scary.

However, Mu Shaoan was not sure whether the seven-day killing world sent from the Chaos Base was exactly the same as the seven-day killing game he remembered, so he quickly thought about it in his mind while quickly checking his body.

The outerwear on his body disappeared, only a pair of boxers left, and a backpack behind him.

But this backpack does not have a full fifty-pack storage space like in the game, and there is no physical attribute or skill attribute in the game.

In short, except for checking his own attributes as a program soldier, he can't find all the familiar settings interfaces in this seven-day kill game.

Even the backpack is empty, and there are not even the torches, drinking water, food, and bleeding-stopping bandages that should be given at the beginning of the game.

So this means that you don't expect to look at it as normal.

"What the hell is this?"

A hoarse and thick voice sounded in confusion, and another program soldier woke up, but he was a gorilla-like black man, as strong as a cow.

Mu Shaoan glanced at him, immediately turned around and ran to an abandoned car and several garbage bags twenty or thirty meters away.

That is also inevitable in the beginning of the seven-day kill game, and he may be able to search for some useful things from it.

"Hey, that yellow monkey, are you numb?"

The black man shouted and cursed, although the fluent Beijing film lost all his memory, it did not affect his dirty words. As for the title of Huang Monkey, he even spoke. In addition, the language of all program soldiers in the Chaos Base is common.

Mu Shaoan ignored the black man's scolding. He knew the game deeply about the importance of the car and several garbage bags in front of him. Oh, there was a corpse in front of the car that was bitten to the point of only half.

The stench hits the face, hundreds of fat maggots wandering freely, a layer of black flies hovering like dark clouds, and the black and yellow corpse water flows far away on the ground, and you can vaguely see a few rotten intestines and a few black internal organ fragments.

Mu Shaoan was unprepared, which was completely different from the scene in the game. So he turned around and vomited in a dark place.

The black man was chasing him, and was stunned when he saw this, including several program soldiers who had just woken up.

However, after Mu Shaoan vomited, he turned his head and rushed towards the corpse without hesitation, because according to his memory, in this game, there is only a high chance of searching for guns or knives on this corpse. As for the car that looks not damaged but is not too serious, nothing will be found.

Of course, Mu Shaoan was just betting that the black man and the other program soldiers seemed to have guessed the reason for the current bare hands, so they all rushed over at the same time.

The black man relied on his timidity and shouted filthy, directly searching for scrapped cars, while the rest of the program soldiers searched for garbage bags.

Reality is not a game. You can search for a garbage bag in one or two seconds, but it takes at least one minute or even longer here.

Moreover, the garbage bags are also extremely stenchy. Those program soldiers will even miss valuable items without understanding the true core of this game.

As he endured the nausea, Mu Shaoan did not move slowly at all. He first peeled off the corpse's top. This was a denim work top. Apart from the stench and stains, it was basically well preserved.

The corpse has been highly decayed and has been bitten off from below the waist. The intestines and internal organs flow all over the ground, and every second it can kill people.

But Mu Shaoan still found a pistol holster from the armpit of this highly decayed corpse. Unfortunately, there was no gun inside, so it should have been lost elsewhere.

He was not disappointed. He untied the holster and searched for the shirt pocket of the corpse. This time it was finally very good. Five bullets with black blood stains, with a caliber of 7.62mm, and a very standard rifle bullet. They can also be used as rifle bullets in this game as well as sniper rifle bullets.

At this point, this corpse is no longer valuable, and Mu Shaoan can be sure that there will be no good thing in the game that refreshes once every thirty days. In less than three days, this broken corpse will completely rot and decompose.

The black man was rumbling around in the scrapped car, but he seemed to have not found anything valuable yet.

Not far away, several program soldiers also turned the garbage bags upside down, but they did not find anything that seemed valuable to them, so they seemed very depressed.

Mu Shaoan walked over and they immediately retreated. It was so smelly.

But Mu Shaoan's eyes fell on the scattered garbage, and he quickly picked up three pieces of garbage from it.

A strip of cloth about fifty centimeters long and four centimeters wide, a sandwich with green hair, plus a rusty and five centimeter-long iron nail.

"Hey, is it useful for you to pick up these things?"

A program soldier asked, even though he lost his past memory, their most basic common sense of life was still fine.

"Maybe useful, everyone, my suggestion is that we must find a building that can be hidden before dark as soon as possible, and then start building a solid fortress and put down the territory stone. As long as we can hold on for 70 days, we can complete the task!" Mu Shaoan said loudly. He could not reveal too much, so he could only express it according to the task requirements this time.

At this moment, all the ten program soldiers woke up, but they were basically confused, or they were simply absent-minded, or they just showed the expression of your old age on their faces.

"Are you fucking commanding us?"

An angry sound rang out, and then a strong force pushed from behind. Unpredictable, Mu Shaoan was pushed out four or five times in a row, and fell into the weeds on the roadside, in an extremely embarrassed manner.

There was a loud laugh from behind. It was the nigger, and there were a few program soldiers who were carefully laughing and deliberately pleased him.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Mu Shaoan got up silently.

Not far away, the nigger had already taken out a square black stone the size of a fist from his backpack. Although it was his first time to see it, other program soldiers, including Mu Shaoan, immediately recognized it. This was a territory stone and an important prop used to restart the system in the mission.

"Haha, you idiots, see clearly that this is the territory stone, that is, I am the leader. Now, following my orders, we have to find other teams. We need to unite and unite to be truly powerful!" The nigger shouted. It was rare that he could come up with such a brilliant plan.

Mu Shaoan sneered in his heart, he was such an idiot. This seven-day killing world must be an infinite map. Without coordinates, without the correct direction, and the most important thing is that without self-protection weapons, why should you find another team?

From now on, the first wave of zombies will appear in seven days. If you don’t hurry up and prepare, you will be seeking death.

The other eight program soldiers had no objection. Faced with the strong body as strong as the nigger gorilla, they did not have the courage to say the word "resistance".

Then the nigger's eyes glared at Mu Shaoan.

"I agree, I'll be a spy for you, and I just found five rifle bullets and a pistol." Mu Shaoan grinned and smiled brightly. In the just round of searches, no one could find anything valuable, so he spread his palms and revealed five yellow bullets. When he was intact with a gun holster, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. No one knew that it was empty.

Even though I lost my memory, the marks of guns and ammunition that remained in everyone's subconscious are absolutely profound.

"I've given it to you."

Mu Shaoan did not give them time to think. With a raised hand, five rifle bullets and the holster threw them out to the side of the nigger. Subconsciously, the nigger and the few program soldiers next to them were pulled by the flight trajectory of the five rifle bullets and started to compete.

Almost at the same time, Mu Shaoan had already completed a series of movements such as leaning over, taking steps, accelerating, running wildly, and bounce!

It was like a strong wind, rushing from several meters away in the most sudden way. The moment the nigger reacted, he nailed the rusty iron nail in his right hand deeply into his left eye!

Then amid the nigger's shrill screams, Mu Shaoan flew up his right foot and went straight into his crotch. There seemed to be a crackling sound. The strong nigger like a gorilla suddenly hunched down like a cooked prawn.

But Mu Shaoan kept moving, slid sideways, and his right arm around the nigger's throat, pulled his chin, pressed his left hand on one side of his head, twisted it back with force—

So the whole world became quiet.

"I'm the leader!"

Mu Shaoan said lightly, and under the gaze of fear and anxiety, he slowly picked up the territory stone falling on the ground.

(Continue to recommend and collect)
Chapter completed!