My Post-Apocalyptic Survival Journey After Becoming a Beautiful Girl

Chapter 27 A Disgusting Monster

As expected...

My words became prophecy, I! am back again...

A surge of disappointment washed over me, and as soon as I stepped out of the residential complex, I remembered I'd forgotten to grab the Big Black Eagle.

I rushed back because I didn't want to miss that helicopter. But even if I couldn't get on it, it would be fine.

Even if I just got some intel, I would be

content.

Lost in thought, I walked back to my apartment. The moment I unlocked the door, I remembered what I'd just said before leaving, and immediately felt awkward.

Helpless, thankfully no one knew.

Otherwise, I'd be embarrassed to death...

Back home, I didn't even take off my shoes. By the way... I was still wearing flip-flops. Because Liu Jia's feet are a bit bigger than mine, they were too loose, so flip-flops were more convenient. If absolutely necessary, I could just take them off, which would save a lot of trouble.

Shoes, in this environment, their importance is self-evident. Without a pair of well-fitting shoes, when running or

hiding, certain unavoidable situations might arise, so...

I pushed the bed aside. With the help of the gas spring, the bed board lifted easily, revealing a large box underneath. In a flash, I opened the box's

combination lock and took out the contents.

It was heavy, including the arrows, it weighed about twenty pounds. Add the electronic red dot sight and some maintenance equipment. After thinking for a moment, I took off my backpack, deciding to bring everything. I then put on the matching gloves and packed everything into the backpack.

Long Tianfeng had told me back then that the Big Black Eagle's accuracy was insufficient due to excessive vibration. I'd thought about it for a long time before wrapping some burlap around the ball bearings used for the bolt. It did have some shock-absorbing effect.

The extra burlap strips were also in the backpack. I directly picked up a strip and wrapped it around the handle. At the end of the stock, there was a steel ring. I wrapped the burlap strip around it as well, leaving about half a meter of the strip. I then strapped the crossbow to my backpack with a simple slipknot. The other end of the knot was on my left side. With a wave of my hand, I could untie it and quickly take down the Big Black Eagle.

I checked, there were twenty arrows left, along with a matching arrow case. I slung that over my shoulder as well.

However... when I stood up, I realized that with the backpack, crossbow, and samurai sword, this full gear gave me a sense of security, but at the same time, it made it difficult to move...

"Looks like I need to find some kind of transportation, something I can put all my stuff on, so I only have to carry my weapons."

After hesitating for a while, I suddenly remembered that the east side of this residential complex was a villa area. There should be some convenient means of transportation there. If possible, I'd like to get a good off-road vehicle, like the Land Rover I drove back. But in reality, those kinds of cars aren't always very convenient. The best option should probably be a motorcycle... right?

I thought about it, but now wasn't the time. After hesitating for a long time, I finally put the backpack down...

That's right, I put the backpack down. I carried only weapons, along with some lightweight food like candy and chocolate, and two bottles of mineral water—these were things I'd kept at home for emergencies. I had originally planned to use them during a water outage, but I didn't expect that the water would stop, and it might be a permanent stop.

With everything ready, I left the backpack at home. If... I could get on that helicopter, then the difference between bringing this backpack and not bringing it would be negligible. Even if I reached the gathering place, with my own abilities, I could still find a way to eat. If I couldn't get on, I could always come back for it.

It's a shame. I had planned to sleep for a while. Although the fatigue in my body lessened considerably after showering, I was still very sleepy without replenishing my energy. After all, I had used that extraordinary state once today. Although I had adapted to it somewhat, the exhaustion was still severe.

I slung the crossbow onto my back, a saber at my left hip, a handgun at my right, and a military saber across my chest. My back was laden with the crossbow and quiver, fully armed, OK, ready to move out!

Although I said it with passion, I don't seem to be able to get fired up?

Perhaps it's because my personality is naturally cold?

Stepping out the door, I casually locked it. After thinking for a moment, I decided to get a car first, then head to the city hospital, and find a pair of shoes along the way, because

always wearing flip-flops can be inconvenient.

As I walked downstairs, my gaze followed my thoughts to my right, to the east. Two more streets over was the villa district. Although the neighborhood I'm in now is considered a poor area, that area is indeed a large villa district. A little further east from the villa district is a hill.

Since I decided to get a means of transportation, I immediately set off towards the villa district. Although I am very familiar with my own neighborhood, the villa district is not

open to outsiders. There are security guards on duty 24 hours a day at the entrance, and there are also comprehensive surveillance facilities, basically preventing outsiders from entering. But now, those concerns are gone. The walls of the villa district are not high, and I can probably jump over them directly.

As I walked, I casually took the Big Black Eagle off my back and played with it in my hands. In the past, I was always afraid of being investigated, so I never took this

thing out. Now... there's no one to investigate me, so I can play with it with peace of mind.

The crossbow is heavy, weighing seventeen or eighteen catties. There's a stirrup at the front, which I can step on to cock it. The bowstring is adjusted by a torsion device to change the force, so cocking it isn't too strenuous.

But even so, the crossbow string has a pull of at least 40 kilograms, which is why there's a stirrup for cocking, allowing one to pull the string with both hands.

I casually pulled a bolt from the quiver on my back. It's a simple design: a metal rod with a pointed tip at the front, and plastic fletching at the tail to maintain balance.

I held up the crossbow and tried to pull it with one hand. Although it was strenuous, I still managed to pull it. I used to struggle to pull it even with both hands, but now I can pull it with one hand...

"Did this virus bring about... such a big change?" As soon as I said it, I froze, then chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"I've turned into a woman, and this little bit of strength... Hehe~"

I made a cute gesture, but suddenly realized I had mesmerized myself. At the same time, a chill shot straight up my spine to the top of my head, making even the hairs on my head feel like they were standing on end!

"Ugh!!!"

Why... did I act so cute so naturally?

Forget it... I'll just skip this terrifying thought.

Shivering, I quickly cast aside this dreadful thought and tidied up my state before muttering to myself...

"You're a man! You're a man! You're a man!"

As I said it, I looked down...

"Okay... I doubt any man has two peaks like these."

While lost in thought, I fiddled with the hand crossbow. Just then, a wandering zombie appeared not far in front of me. Without much hesitation, I raised the Big Black Eagle in my hand, using the red dot sight to focus on the zombie's head. I let out a breath.

I suddenly pulled the trigger!

"Bang!!!!"

With a muffled sound of vibrating shrapnel, I only saw a rapidly flashing shadow. Before I could even blink, the zombie's head went "Pfft!"

spouting viscous fluid. Immediately after, the zombie's body was carried half a meter forward by the crossbow bolt before it "Thump!"

fell to the ground.

A single shot kill!

"What a formidable thing."

Looking at the zombie still twitching on the ground in the distance, I lowered my head and looked at the crossbow in my hand. This thing truly lived up to its reputation as the king of cold weapons. With this firing speed, if it hit any person, the inertia, impact force, and penetration would be enough to instantly reduce a person's combat effectiveness to near zero.

Slung the Big Black Eagle over my back, I walked towards the fallen zombie. After all, it was a crossbow bolt, and without the bolt, the crossbow itself was useless. Moreover, the most important thing was that the crossbow bolts were reusable. The tips could be sharpened with a whetstone, and the fine steel-forged bolt tips wouldn't easily become

blunted.