Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

Zhang Su spoke up, and Chen Hanzhou, Zhao Dezhu, and Lu Yubo all got nervous again.

A crossbow that’s both handsome and violent, a remote weapon that’s lethal without a trace—who could resist its allure?

The three of them involuntarily puffed out their chests.

“This is an imitation of the Anger Crossbow created by the Horton Company from the Beautiful Country. Due to it being a replica, it’s slightly inferior in various aspects. It’s three centimeters longer than the original, making it thirty-eight centimeters long, but it’s still shorter than a typical crossbow, making it easy to carry!”

“With the added scope, its weight is close to ten pounds, more than two pounds heavier than the original. There was no way to control costs—otherwise, it would be too expensive to produce!”

“Despite the sacrifice in weight, the performance difference isn’t much. The original has a draw weight of seventy-three kilograms, and these two can barely reach seventy kilograms. The firing speed is around a hundred meters per second, and the effective killing range hasn’t shrunk, reaching one hundred fifty meters. However, considering the projectile speed, mastering long-range shooting requires extensive practice.”

“Alright, first of all, I’m definitely taking one…”

After Zhang Su’s introduction, he unhesitatingly picked one.

The remaining Anger Crossbow lay quietly on the table, and everyone looked at each other, knowing that grabbing it wouldn’t work and that it would have to be allocated based on skill.

Zhang Su glanced at the group; some didn’t hide their affection, while others pretended to be indifferent but were actually quite anxious. Some seemed genuinely uninterested, like Zhao Xue and Yu Qing…

“Before we have any firearms, crossbows are crucial weapons, whether facing people with ulterior motives or zombies! I believe none of you have handled one before, so let’s have a round of competition to see who’s most suited to own it!”

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“Agreed.”

“Are you kidding? With a scope that big, all you need is a hand, right?” Lu Yubo’s confidence returned.

“Mr. Zhang, I have an immature suggestion. Since we’re competing, why not make it a competitive match? It would determine the winner, energize everyone, and be a fun activity that provides team cohesion.”

Yuwen smiled as he suggested.

After hearing this, Zhang Su felt it was a good idea and added, “Teacher Yu’s suggestion is excellent. Since we’re competing anyway, why not split into two teams? The winning side gets a pack of dried sweet potatoes each, and then the crossbow’s ownership can be decided internally!”

“That’s great, haha.”

“Sure, sounds interesting.”

“I approve, I approve!”

In the post-apocalyptic world, everyone lives under constant survival pressure without any entertainment. A fun project like this excites everyone.

“Alright, since everyone’s fine with it, we’ll set up a target. Each person gets one shot, and scoring is based on hitting the bullseye!” Zhang Su set the rules.

“How do we divide teams, Brother Su?”

Lu Yubo was eager to begin.

Zhang Su glanced at everyone’s faces and said, “This doesn’t require much physical strength, so let’s do a men’s group and a women’s group! The numbers are about even.”

The men’s group consisted of Lu Yubo, Zhao Dezhu, Chen Hanzhou, Wu Lue, and Yuwen. The women’s group had Zheng Xinyu, Zhong Xiaoshan, Tan Huajun, Yu Qing, and Zhao Xue. Pei Lan, with her arm in a sling, couldn’t participate.

“This is just bullying, haha!” Lu Yubo said, with one hand on his hip. “Why don’t we show some chivalry and let the ladies score one point?”

“No way!”

Chen Hanzhou replied decisively.

This kind of thing is essentially decided by a veto, and Lu Yubo could only shrugg off with a wry smile.

“Hey, brother, pretending to be cool will get you struck by lightning, you hammerhead.” Zhao Dezhu cheerfully roasted Lu Yubo, mimicking a hammer to annoy him further.

“Fine, let’s go with Brother Su’s arrangement.”

The women couldn’t argue much, since crossbows indeed don’t require much strength.

“OK, I’ll choose the target!”

Zhang Su walked over to the window and looked outside. The dilapidated street was unchanged, and in about two or three hundred meters, zombies could be seen wandering. He quickly identified a target and pointed to a shop across the way.

“See that Xiao Fan Hair Salon over there? The air-conditioning hole in the wall is as big as my fist. So, who goes first, gentlemen or ladies?”

“I’ll go!”

Lu Yubo, who had been talking about chivalry, didn’t consider letting the ladies go first. He grabbed the crossbow, walked over to the window, loaded the crossbow arrow under Zhang Su’s guidance, aimed, and shot all in one go.

With a slight sound, there was a swoosh of wind, and everyone saw stone chips flying on the opposite wall.

“Alright, the men’s group, Lu Yubo is eliminated,” Zhang Su announced.

“Damn, the scope is crooked!”

Lu Yubo complained in frustration and then, with a sheepish grin, said to Zhang Su, “Brother Su, can I have another go?”

“Get lost! Each person gets only one shot!”

Zhang Su didn’t have that many crossbow arrows in reserve, about five hundred in total. Using up ten wasn’t a problem, but they couldn’t afford to waste them.

Lu Yubo, feeling a bit annoyed, reluctantly handed the crossbow to Zhao Dezhu, who was waiting by.

“Hah, don’t blame the road for being uneven if you can’t walk it. Watch this,”

Zhao Dezhu’s movements were similar to Lu Yubo’s. Though inexperienced, he aimed for a bit longer before squeezing the trigger. At a short distance of about fifty meters, the arrow took less than half a second to reach its target, resulting in another swirl of smoke and dust.

“Heh, you think you’re all that, huh? Not so great now, are you?” Lu Yubo was just waiting for this moment to mock Zhao Dezhu.

“My hand slipped!”

Zhao Dezhu, his face dark, handed the crossbow to Chen Hanzhou, his brief moment of glory over.