Apocalyptic Wasteland: Set Up Survival Traps At The Beginning

Seeing Qin Jue tiptoeing and cautiously, Fang Chen just watched silently.

How can a fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old child do such a thing?

These last days are truly the most 'exercise' for people.

bass! ..

Approaching a sleeping person, the knife flashed.

The technique is quite skillful, the moment the blade reaches the neck.

The towel soaked in insecticide on the other hand was immediately placed over the victim's mouth and nose.

"Um!"

The severe pain is about to wake me up, but when I take a sharp breath, the chemical smell in my mouth and nose rushes straight to my brain.

An adult man in his thirties struggled in Qin Jue's hands for only ten seconds.

"Nais!"

Even Fang Chen can't say anything bad about it.

After all, it was just a child who did all this.

"Huh~~"

His hands were trembling a little, and Qin Jue couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Although I have practiced many times using dead bodies outside, the actual operation is far from being as controllable as practice.

"One...you will all die today!"

The anger of hatred spread in Qin Jue's eyes.

Scanning the thirteen people, Qin Jue began to choose the next victim.

bass! ..

bass! ..

bass! ...

The knife falls when the hand rises, the knife falls when the hand rises.

The knife that was originally gleaming with cold light was now completely covered in blood.

Nearly half of the entire supermarket was stained red.

"Three more!"

Looking at the only three people left, Qin Jue felt that a great revenge had been avenged.

At the same time, I was also mentally in a trance.

Although he endured it and was fully prepared.

But even he didn't expect that a fifteen-year-old child like him could kill ten adults without anyone noticing!

"The smell of pesticide is not enough, I need to add more..."

Taking the towel, Qin Jue smelled it.

It's true that knives can kill people, but the towel soaked in insecticide is also a key point.

Otherwise, even if the throat is cut, the person concerned will still have some time to resist.

If this wakes up other people, everything will be over.

And this is also the reason why he chooses the distance instead of the near and does not use a gun.

Phew~

Phew~~

Squeezing the nozzle, Qin Jue added more.

At the same time, he watched his sister and mother look to one side and smile to calm their emotions.

"don't want!"

When he heard his mother calling out this sound, Qin Jue suddenly felt something was wrong.

Turning around, a black muzzle was pointed at his forehead.

boom! ...

With a direct elbow blow, Qin Jue fell to the ground, with stars in his eyes.

"Fuck, what did you kid do!"

Zinger looked around in disbelief.

These were a group of people he had finally pulled up, and almost all of them were lying in a pool of blood at this moment.

"I feed you, give you shelter, and protect you from zombies. Is this how you repay me?"

Like a chicken, Hinkel picked up Qin Jue, who had blood on his forehead and was slightly unconscious.

He really couldn't figure out how the little kid who looked after him every day could have such a ferocious side.

"Don't, don't kill my son, I beg you, don't kill my son!"

"Please, don't kill my brother..."

Well...

Seeing the women who usually didn't react violently no matter how they were violated by him or others, Hinkel was stunned.

As confused as Fang Chen was before.

son?

younger brother?

Is this damn family a family?

"Hehe, hehe, no wonder, no wonder..."

He looked at Qin Jue who was carrying him, and then at the pool of blood on the ground.

Only then did Singer realize.

"I just said that when this guy first came here, he looked at these women and felt weird. It turns out they are from the same family."

"Boy, can you really pretend, or are you just pretending to be confused? You were so excited when you were playing with your sister and mother!"

The other two spat and said angrily.

"Boss, kill him and avenge our brother!"

"Yes, this kid is a ruthless character and cannot be kept!"

There was no need for the two of them to say anything, and Zinger also knew.

Although he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, he has the endurance that even many adults do not have.

After all, I have to watch my loved ones being insulted and trampled every day.

He even drew his gun and went into battle in order to gain the trust of himself and others.

If it were him, he would never be able to do this.

"We can't give him an advantage like this. Doesn't he like to pretend and watch? Let's break his hands and feet, tie him up, and let him watch every day until he has enough!"

Singer laughed loudly with a crazy look in his eyes.

Law, morality?

He only knows that in a world like this, whatever feels good is what it takes!

"Pah, pah, pah..."

A burst of discordant applause broke out.

Only then did the three of Singer notice Fang Chen leaning against the wall.

"What a show! It's really a big show!"

Clapping his hands, Fang Chen finally understood.

Qin Jue had no choice but to commit himself to lurking in order to avenge his relatives' humiliation.

It's a werewolf.

From Fang Chen's point of view, this is much better than being angry for a beauty.

Everyone can be impulsive.

If you scold me, I will call you back immediately.

The word "tolerable" cannot be attributed to a hero.

In ancient times, Gou Jian, the king of Yue, lay down on his firewood and tasted his gallbladder.

This Qin Jue is even worse than that.

Not only do I look at it every day, I pretend to be dumbfounded.

Even in order to gain the trust of the other party, he did it himself.

Admirable and praiseworthy.

But what's more, in Fang Chen's opinion, it's sad.

This is the perfect interpretation of ordinary people who have no strength and are under doomsday!