Apocalypse: Don't panic, I have a Devil Fruit

However, Zhao Ting is not the savior of the overflowing heart of the Virgin.

Before doing anything, the first thing to ensure is your own safety and interests.

When the people in the door fell silent, Zhao Ting also remained motionless.

Isn't it just to consume each other? It's not yourself who is besieged by zombies, so who is more patient?

Sure enough, when the zombies continue to violently impact the iron door, the door shaft creaks and crumbles.

The man with glasses couldn't hold back any longer.

He lied, he was not the head of the Sheriff, but the driver of the head of the Sheriff.

After the end came, he was still respectful to the director of the bureau for the first three days, waiting for the official power to come, and brought himself back to the days when he drove for the bureau.

However, the next few days were followed by a power outage, followed by various announcements such as the end of the world on the radio.

When the supplies in the reception room were exhausted, he was hungry and no longer had hope.

The old bureau chief, who was close to sixty years old, soon died under his sneak attack.

At that time, the man with glasses felt that he had turned over, and he was hearty! The

humiliation of dedicating his wife and daughter to the old bureau chief and the director's son had been accumulated for many years, and finally in the violent killing and gnawing, the hunger that had disappeared was mixed and washed away.

In the reception building, there was a terrifying roar.

He opened a crack in the door and used the old director's set of arms as bait.

Finally confirmed—zombies really existed!

In the entire reception building, there was only one survivor left.

After eating and drinking, he knew that he could not hold on to the reception where he had run out of ammunition and food, so he grabbed his pistol and saw an opportunity to escape.

I thought that if I rushed to the sparsely populated poplar village, I would survive.

Unexpectedly, the movement of running attracted zombies, and these monsters ran wildly, no slower than people.

Moreover, zombies seem to have endless strength.

All these things that had happened flashed quickly in his mind, and he gritted his teeth, and a grim light flashed in his eyes.

After killing his former boss with his own hands, the mentality of the man with glasses has changed.

"You can't hand over the gun! You can't hand over the gun! You can't hand it over even if you die!" "

Move the urns and cabinets in the courtyard and put them behind the iron door.

The man in glasses clenched the pistol with a trembling hand, and his right hand ran around in his pocket: "Where's the bullet?

Cold sweat soaked his whole body, and it wasn't until the loud rumble of the zombie hitting the iron door woke him up that he reacted sadly—the bullets had already been shot ...... himself

But he no longer had the folly of complaining that he had forgotten to scavenge for bullets, and the zombies had smashed the door to the ground.

Zhao Ting calmly observed from a distance, as if observing a behavioral experiment.

As the days passed, the zombies increased in speed and strength.

Ordinary residential courtyards may not be able to become a strong defense point.

The self-built building after its own reinforcement will also be vulnerable if it encounters a second-order monster.

"Fortunately, my sister-in-law and I have already started digging the bunker, and we also have reserves of cement and bricks......"

Zhao Ting just observed quietly and did not say a word.

The zombies were about to break in, and in the face of the hideous and terrifying group of corpses, the man with glasses finally couldn't hold on.

"The pistol was thrown to you, please, save me! I'll give you money, give you a lot of money!" Zhao

Ting sneered, these so-called high-class people had stayed in that high-ranking circle for too long, and they suddenly faced a strange world, and they were so unbearable.

Now money can only be used to make firewood.

A keen eye caught a black pistol being thrown from the courtyard and landing in the corner of the courtyard outside.

Zhao Ting was relieved at this time, but this did not rule out all dangers.

Lowered his body, shot a ringing arrow, and shouted in his throat: "Don't make a sound, I'll lure away the zombies!" The

glasses inside the door suddenly fell silent.

After a few minutes, the eight zombies were led away by Zhao Ting one after another, and they were shot with bows and arrows.

Rubbing his pantothenic shoulders, Zhao Ting complained: "Made, now that the zombie's head is harder, it takes fifty or sixty pounds of hunting bow to shoot his head!"

With his current strength, pulling the bow ten times in a row will be a little difficult.

【Ding——! Kill a Tier 1 Zombie*8. Kills: 38. Demon Coins: 48]

Kill all the zombies, and the iron door is still closed.

Zhao Tingtu got up and down, quietly lurked over, and took the pistol in his hand.

The next moment, his face was pale, and he scolded in his heart: "Dog, the fat man with glasses is quite cunning, and he actually removed the cartridge

!" And the man with glasses in the yard also found that the zombies were no longer attacking the gate, and it seemed to be quiet outside.

Walking out of the corner, the man with glasses still had a slight tremor caused by fear.

"It's quiet outside?" The man with glasses was startled, holding the empty magazine.

But he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that the sound would bring the zombies back.

Silently approaching the door, watching closely, knowing that it was still quiet outside after five minutes.

He cautiously asked, "Brother outside?"

However, only the silence answered him.

Zhao Ting is not a virgin, but he is not a murderer either.

The empty pistol is used as a life-saving payment for the man with glasses, and this person can stay here to attract monsters.

Since he decided not to kill him, he can't let the glasses man know his identity and whereabouts.

The pistol doesn't have a magazine and it's not a big problem, you can slowly rub a simple magazine by hand.

Therefore, after picking up the pistol, Zhao Ting quietly left without saying a word.

At the same time, he erased the traces of his whereabouts, so as not to find the self-built building.

But even so, Zhao Ting still feels that it is not enough insurance.

Hiding in the outskirts of Poplar Village, he quietly peeked in the direction of the man with glasses.

He even thought viciously in his heart: "It's better to have a zombie to prevent future troubles...... Or, if the man with glasses takes the initiative to attack, I can also fight back...... "

Okay, Zhao Ting admits that he is still not bad enough and cold-blooded enough.

This may have something to do with the fact that my sister-in-law is still living by her side.

After waiting for a few minutes, I saw the man in glasses poking his head out of the wall.

The fat head with a pale face and big ears looked around and saw the zombies disappear before he relaxed.

At this distance, the bow and arrow were shot over, and there were also some strong crossbows, and the accuracy was insufficient.

Zhao Ting vaguely heard it, and the man shouted in a low voice.

It seems that if he asks himself to help, he will repay him with real money and beautiful women.

Zhao Ting was unmoved, and quietly watched the glasses man perform.

There are still some unfinished raw rice noodles in the houses, and if the glasses man is more cautious, he can live for a long time.

As for its inclusion in self-built shelters, it was not considered from the beginning to the end.

The man with glasses didn't give up, and shouted to the surroundings, saying that he knew where to store supplies and knew the safe route to the survivor base in the city, but he didn't get a response from Zhao Ting.

Finally, hearing a zombie roar from outside the village, the man with glasses could only hurriedly jump back into the courtyard.

Zhao Ting continued to search for supplies around the village while monitoring the man with glasses.

I was busy until the evening before returning to the self-built building.

Looking at the Glock pistol without a magazine, after listening to Zhao Ting's description, his sister-in-law Xiao Mo said thoughtfully:

"The man with glasses has an official pistol, claiming to be the chief of the Public Security Bureau, and it is likely that he is from the town government on both sides of the national highway, we will search those areas immediately, maybe he will be useful."

While the two were discussing, a low roar suddenly came from the confinement room on the first floor.

Zhao Ting and Xiao Mo's expressions changed, and they quickly went downstairs, walked to the door of the confinement room and peeked in......