His accuracy was a plus, but it was a waste of arrows. Lin Jing thought to himself, "He'll have to find another way later." But there was a way to deal with this problem.
He could shoot a bunch of zombies first, then collect the arrows and reuse them. That way, he could harvest a few more waves of zombies.
Thinking this way, Lin Jing didn't hesitate, constantly reloading and firing. Usually, once a zombie got within a dozen meters of him, it would be dispatched by his crossbow bolts, though some would slip through.
A zombie rushed from the side, but Lin Jing remained calm. He dropped his compound crossbow and the next moment, a Tang sword appeared in his hand. He slashed with his long sword, slicing the zombie's neck. Smelly blood spurted out. He kicked the zombie in the chest and, with a powerful blow, drew his sword again, slashing at the zombie, sending it sprawling to the ground.
Taking advantage of the fact that no other zombies were approaching, Lin Jing, holding his Tang sword in one hand, stood guard while quickly pulling out the arrows lodged in the zombies with the other. Soon, he had extracted over thirty arrows.
Many residents of Buildings 5 and 9 witnessed the scene.
"Look, is that someone killing monsters?"
"I think I've seen this man who kills monsters. I think he was the one who had a truck bring a load of goods to the neighborhood a few days ago."
"That person is incredible! He's killed forty or fifty zombies by himself! Can he be my bodyguard? I'll pay him."
Lin Jing didn't care about that anymore. After picking up most of the arrows, he retreated to the convenience store entrance. Meanwhile, the second wave of zombies, responding to the noise, reached a distance of twenty meters.
Lin Jing continued to aim and reload, his movements even more skillful than before. As arrows flew out, the zombies fell to the ground one by one.
Even just constantly reloading the crossbow took a toll on Lin Jing. After firing over forty bolts for the second time, he felt a bit exhausted again.
"Congratulations, dear. So far, you've obtained a total of 145 zombie cores. Please keep up the good work," the system's voice chimed in, and Lin Jing breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally collected a hundred zombie cores, but at the cost of a hundred crossbows in his space, only fifty of which he had fired.
Picking up more arrows would be a waste of energy. Lin Jing returned to the mini-mart, grabbed a can of energy drink, and ate two chocolate bars to replenish his energy. Before he could rest for a moment, the system's mechanical voice echoed in his mind again.
"The draw location has been refreshed. You need to find it yourself."
"What? I have to find it myself. Any instructions?" Lin Jing felt overwhelmed.
"Some dears, there's loud music emanating from the area around the card drawing system, and zombies are attracted to it. So generally, the place you see the most zombies is where you draw cards. But don't worry, our card drawing system is very user-friendly. Zombies can't enter within ten meters of the card drawing machine," the system continued to explain.
Lin Jing's face changed. "The music is loud? Is it just me and the zombies who can hear it, or can everyone?"
The system paused before continuing, "As expected of you, dears, you actually thought of that. Of course, everyone can hear the music. Although the card drawing system is your own, once the card drawing machine lands at a fixed location, theoretically, anyone who meets the requirement of collecting one hundred crystal cores can enter the lottery. A first-level card drawing machine only has ten prizes, and once they're all redeemed, they're gone. So, dears, you need to hurry and find the card drawing machine to prevent others from getting there first."
Lin Jing was stunned after hearing this. So, anyone can draw from this card drawing machine?
As if hearing Lin Jing's dissatisfaction, the system laughed awkwardly twice and comforted him, "Don't worry, dear. Although everyone can use the card drawing machine, you have upgradeable space, Tang sword, and motorcycle, which ordinary people don't have. When you think about it, dear, you have three more cheat codes than others, don't you feel more balanced?~"
Lin Jing gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you so much, it's so thoughtful."
"You're welcome, this system is so thoughtful." The system's harsh mechanical sound sounded again.
Lin Jing quickly turned and walked back to the store. He went to the bathroom and then prepared to leave. As he passed a shelf, Lin Jing saw fingerless leather gloves on the shelf. Lin Jing simply picked up a pair and put them on. Using a Tang sword to chop zombies is both tiring and laborious. Having a pair of gloves can at least protect the palms.
After completing these tasks, Lin Jing returned to the convenience store. With a thought, one or two swanky purple motorcycles appeared in an open space in the middle of the convenience store. The apocalypse had just begun, and many people were still alive in the neighborhood. If he conjured a motorcycle out of thin air, he might be noticed. To be on the safe side, he erred on the side of caution. There was a wheelchair-accessible ramp at the entrance of the convenience store, so he could just ride his motorcycle down it.
Lin Jing mounted the motorcycle, shifted gears, and turned the throttle. The rumbling sound of the motorcycle starting up immediately filled the quiet neighborhood, a sound so deafening that it drew many zombies in.
Lin Jing gnashed his teeth, mentally cursing, "Are you sure this motorcycle is a cheat code and not a death warrant?"
System 33 gave an awkward laugh. "Oh, you can't blame me for that. Our system only provides cheat codes, not tests their compatibility."
"You're truly responsible," Lin Jing said with a forced smile.
If he could find the system, Lin Jing would immediately want to destroy it. Only the Tang Blade and the portable space seemed reliable. This lousy motorcycle was making such a deafening noise, as if it was afraid the zombies wouldn't know we were here. It was a walking target. And that card-drawing system was even worse. It seemed like after landing at the location, anyone with a crystal core could go and draw a card. Lin Jing really wanted to attack someone.
But now the zombies were charging at him like crazy, leaving Lin Jing with no other choice. Watching the zombies surge toward him, Lin Jing took a deep breath, his heart growing calmer. He'd already been screwed by the system, so it couldn't get any worse. Thinking this, Lin Jing stepped on the accelerator, and the heavy motorcycle shot off like an arrow.
The heavy rumble in his ears made Lin Jing's heart numb. Knowing it was the apocalypse, couldn't they have reduced the noise of the motorcycle?
As if hearing Lin Jing's thoughts, the system explained sheepishly, "Honey, the noise reduction on the motorcycle won't make it look cool anymore. With this street-blasting rumble, you'll be the coolest survivor in the apocalypse. We designed it this way for you." "
Thank you so much," Lin Jing replied with a forced smile. Coolness aside, he was pretty good at courting death.
He didn't bother arguing with the system. Now that he was on board, getting off was a struggle. He could only take things one step
at a time. Honestly, while this motorcycle looked bulky, it was actually very agile to ride. Lin Jing even thought it performed better than a racing bike. Just now, for example, to evade the zombies, he'd done a powerful tail swing. If he hadn't controlled the bike well, or the bike wasn't performing well, he could easily have been thrown out. But this bike remained remarkably stable.
So, Lin Jing frantically twisted the throttle, concentrating intensely on dodging the zombies. Despite the many zombies chasing him, none of them could touch him.
On Riverside Road, if someone looked down from the office building, they'd see a dazzling purple motorcycle speeding down the road, a swarm of zombies chasing after it—a truly spectacular sight.
Lin Jing drove along Riverside Road, and soon, he heard a noise even louder than his own motorcycle. It seemed the zombies were gathering in that area.
Lin Jing was certain this suicidal maneuver must have been a system error. Just charge, and it was over. With that thought, he floored the accelerator. Since this section of the road was lightly trafficked and the zombies were few and far between, Lin Jing charged towards the ten-story building.
As the motorcycle reached the intersection, several zombies suddenly appeared from nowhere and lunged at him. With a deft turn, Lin Jing's motorcycle swung in a graceful arc, dodging the zombies' attacks. Then, with a deft U-turn, he dashed back toward the music.
In contrast, if there were living people, they would all rush out, but Lin Jing seemed out of place, looking like he was courting death.
Lin Jing's motorcycle was fast, so even if zombies appeared near him, running in the same direction as him, by the time they realized he was alive, he would have already sped away. Therefore, until he reached his destination, he had no problem getting there.
He glanced at the building's sign, which read: Jiangbei City First Hospital. There was no time for Lin Jing to dwell on it. The zombies behind him were gathering in ever-increasing numbers, all heading toward the main entrance. He rode his motorcycle to the back of the hospital's outpatient building. With a flick of his wrist, he retracted his motorcycle and carefully observed which windows were open.
There were too many zombies at the main entrance, all sprinting like mad into the building. Even with his exceptional skill, entering through the front door would be a death sentence. So, Lin Jing decided to climb through a window. He checked the time: 4:15, more than two hours before the card draw system would shut down.
A window in an office on the first floor, nestled in the trees, was half open. Lin Jing's Tang sword quickly vanished. He thrust his hands upward, hooked his right leg, and, exerting his strength, sat completely on the window frame. Lin Jing must have been exhausted from killing so many zombies before; otherwise, he wouldn't have put in such a fuss.
Meanwhile, the people trapped in the medical room were growing increasingly impatient.
"What should we do? I just peeked in. There are more and more zombies outside. Where the hell is this music coming from?" Xu Xiongwei muttered.
"Yeah, aren't you two doctors here? You have to find a way to get us out," another man, Xu Jun, said irritably.
"We did want to. You've seen the situation outside, it's full of monsters. How are we going to get out? We're both doctors here, but it's late now. Everyone should be responsible for their own lives." Zhang Wen said angrily. He still wanted to go home.
"Don't worry, let's wait and see." Mo Fei had no choice but to comfort him. After all, there was nothing she could do in that kind of environment outside.
"Wait, wait, what are you waiting for? Waiting to die? Don't you have any secret passages in your hospital? I'm really impressed. I haven't even had a fucking relationship with a girl yet. I don't want to die." Xu Xiongwei said as he paced back and forth in the medical room.
"Behave yourself and don't attract any more zombies." Xu Jun scolded.
"I don't care. I've just seen quite a few doctors and patients turn into monsters. So, why not let me have some fun first? Aren't Xiao Zheng and Dr. Mo Fei both girls? It's just right that with the three of us accompanying you, you can have some fun before you die." Xu Xiongwei's gaze swept over Zheng Huizhong and Mo Fei, finally settling on Mo Fei.