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Su Changxing ran wildly along the alleyway. He wanted to make a time difference to deal with the alone Huang Mao outside. In a one-on-one situation, none of these four people was his opponent.

Su Changxing's face was full of murderous intent, no one who had seen him tonight could run away!

Cut the weeds and eradicate the roots to eliminate any hidden dangers.

(Shen Jinxuan: ??)

Huang Mao, who was sitting in front of the mysterious shop, was thinking wildly, when he suddenly heard the screams coming from the alleyway, and stood up suddenly from the ground.

"The voice seems to belong to Wang Liu. What happened to them? There should be no problem with three-on-one, right?"

He had an ominous premonition, looking around, there were only abandoned cars, dark shops, and some light plastic garbage trembling slightly in the wind.

A rush of footsteps came from the darkness.

"Brother Hei, is that you?"

Huang Mao shouted, but no one responded, and at the same time the footsteps disappeared, and the air fell into silence again.

He looked around solemnly, his heart beating wildly, and he could feel something staring at him from the dark.

There was a sound of wind, Huang Mao looked back suddenly, a young man held a cold steel knife and slashed at him, and subconsciously blocked it with a wooden stick.

With a crisp sound, the wooden stick suddenly broke from the original gap.

After cutting off the wooden stick, Su Changxing did not exhaust his strength, and then cut a laceration on Huang Mao's arms.

Huang Mao yelled in pain, and reacted quickly. Knowing that he was invincible, he turned around and was about to run away.

Su Changxing kicked him to the ground.

Huang Mao fell to the ground and looked at the indifferent young man in front of him in horror. He was crushed by this man in all directions, and he had no room to resist. He begged for mercy loudly:

"I didn't think about killing you, it was all the black boy's idea, let me go, I have a lot of money and points, all for you..."

Su Changxing's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard it, he raised the knife and stabbed him in the chest with blood spattering.

Huang Mao's frightened expression froze on his face, and he fell heavily on the ground, kicking up a layer of dust.

He simply died in Su Changxing's hands.

"Humans are much weaker than zombies, and any wound can be fatal."

Su Changxing glanced at the corpse on the ground, picked up the mobile phone on the ground, plundered the points in it, and the mobile phone turned into light and shadow and dissipated.

[Plunder the eliminated, get 300 points]

"It's quite a lot, and I don't know how he got it."

Before Su Changxing left the mysterious store, he crouched beside an abandoned vehicle, hiding himself in the shadows, and looked at the location of the alleyway through the gap in the window.

The man in the turban ran behind the short-haired man and shouted, "Young Black Brother, you are too dishonest. You will feel better when you go back."

"What are you shouting for? Do you still think there are not enough zombies? Are you still alive enough?" The short-haired man said impatiently, "Can you blame me? This kid is too evil, he suddenly disappeared, and then appeared behind us again."

The turbaned man accused: "It's not because you did it rashly. I said that it is definitely not easy to act alone at night."

"You didn't object when I did it. If something goes wrong, blame me alone? If you want to blame it, blame Wang Liu's bad luck. It's normal for people to die in this world."

The short-haired man didn't care at all and said, except for the yellow hair, he had never even seen these people before, anyway, they were not familiar with each other, and they died as soon as they died.

The turbaned man frowned and said nothing. He had already decided to part ways with these two people. It was too dangerous to cooperate with such a person.

"Where is Zhao Xingren?"

The short-haired man ran out of the alleyway and came to the street. He didn't find anyone else at a glance. Bad thoughts came to his mind, and he hurried to the mysterious shop.

Before coming to the mystery shop,

His pupils trembled suddenly, and he saw a corpse in a pool of blood.

The dead man was Huang Mao, with a knife wound on his arm, and his chest and heart were pierced, which was done by that man.

He quickly looked around, and the chill in his heart spread again.

The man wanted to kill them all? Or is it already gone?

The short-haired man knew that the wisest thing he could do now was to make peace with the turbaned man, so as to avoid being attacked one by one.

But the turbaned man was standing far across the street at this time, he had already seen the short-haired man and the corpse on the ground, and ran back in the direction without looking back.

The short-haired man's mind was very clear at this moment, he was thinking about where the boy would hide if he really wanted to continue killing them.

While thinking, he saw a lot of abandoned vehicles in front of the street at a glance. If he hid behind the vehicles at night and walked in their direction, it would be difficult to detect people behind the vehicles without precautions.

Immediately, the short-haired man came to his senses and shouted, "Tan Wen, be careful of the vehicles!"

The man in the turban had already passed a certain distance, when he heard the voice and looked back, he didn't understand what Hei Lao San meant for a moment.

When he was about to ask, he felt the wind behind him, and his heart sank, realizing the danger, but it was too late.

Su Changxing hid in the shadows like a poisonous snake. After seeing the man in the hood running out of the alleyway, he ran towards his hidden vehicle step by step.

I don't know if it was Su Changxing's good luck or the turbaned man's unlucky luck. With this angle and distance, the probability of Su Changxing's sneak attack will be greatly increased.

When Su Changxing heard the short-haired man's shout, Su Changxing made a decisive decision, stood up suddenly, and slashed away with a steel knife in his hand. The turbaned man just turned his head, and the blade hit his neck.

The man in the turban fell backwards following the huge force of the steel knife. With the sound of bones breaking, his neck almost broke and he lost his life in an instant.

Su Changxing realized that he had actually used too much force this time, and he didn't need such a lot of force to kill the man in the turban, but he used all his strength just to be on the safe side.

Humans are actually very fragile, and they can be easily killed by hitting their weak spots with a certain amount of strength.

The short-haired man standing at the door of the mysterious store saw this frightening scene.

He was terrified, terrified, and felt that the little boy looked like a demon, killing people without the slightest hesitation, as if he had just hacked to death a zombie.

The short-haired man ran towards the front of the street without any intention of fighting Su Changxing. He saw that the strength and speed of this young man were far beyond ordinary people, and he was definitely no match.

Across the street, seeing the short-haired man running forward like crazy, Su Changxing followed with a smile on his expressionless face, carrying a steel knife full of blood.

The identities of hunter and prey are swapped unconsciously.

The short-haired man knew that he would definitely not be able to outrun Su Changxing, but it was not completely impossible. When he saw Huang Mao die before, he immediately sought support from the organization through his mobile phone.

He is a cautious person, but also a person who is afraid of death.

Sporadic zombies were attracted along the way, but neither of them cared about it. One ran and the other chased, and the distance between the two became closer and closer.

The short-haired man hurriedly shouted: "Don't kill me, I know some secrets and can tell you."

secret?

Su Changxing didn't say a word, but instead accelerated his steps a little. His purpose was just to kill the enemy in front of him, and he didn't care about secrets.

The short-haired man noticed that the speed of the people behind him was further accelerated, and shouted again: "About this doomsday game, in fact, someone has predicted this disaster before."

At this time, the distance between the two was no more than five meters. Su Changxing kicked back with a sudden burst of strength with his left foot, brandishing the steel knife, and slashed away from top to bottom.

The short-haired man also knew that he couldn't run, so he stopped immediately, turned around and blocked Su Changxing's attack with the wooden stick, but the power on the steel knife was still beyond his imagination, his hands numb, and the wooden stick flew out.

Su Changxing hit the short-haired man on the shoulder with the back of the knife, knocked him to the ground, stepped on his stomach, and said calmly, "Now you can tell your secret."

The short-haired man lay on the ground, heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly said: "Just before the doomsday game, people from our organization called us together to say..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold steel knife pierced his heart.