Global Games: Comes with a portable store

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

Su Changxing's face was full of murderous intent. No one who saw him tonight could run away!

Cut off the roots and eliminate any hidden dangers.

(Shen Jinxuan:??)

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

"This voice seems to be Wang Liu's. What happened to them? Three against one should be no problem, right?"

He had an ominous premonition and looked around. There were only abandoned cars, dark shops, and some lightweight 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. 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 in the dark.

There was a sound of wind, and Huang Mao suddenly looked back. A young man was slashing at him with a steel knife that glowed with cold light. He subconsciously blocked it with a wooden stick.

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

Su Changxing didn't have enough strength to cut off the wooden stick, and then cut a laceration on Huang Mao's arms.

Huang Mao screamed in pain and reacted very quickly. Knowing that he was outmatched, he turned around and prepared to escape.

Su Changxing kicked him to the ground.

Huang Mao fell to the ground, looking at the indifferent young man in front of him with fear. He was crushed by this man in all directions, and there was no room for resistance. He begged for mercy loudly:

"I never thought about killing you. It was all the gangster's idea. Let me go. I have a lot of money and points. I'll give them all to you..."

Su Changxing's expression did not change, as if he had not heard anything. He raised the knife and stabbed him through the chest with blood splattering.

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

He simply died in Su Changxing's hands.

"Human beings are much more fragile than zombies. Any wound can be fatal."

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

[Plunder the eliminated ones and get 300 points]

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

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

The man in the turban ran behind the short-haired man and shouted, "Hei Lao San, you are so unjust. You will have a hard time when you go back."

"Why are you shouting? Don't you think there are not enough zombies? Or have you lived enough?" The short-haired man said impatiently: "Can you blame me? This kid is too evil. He suddenly disappeared and then appeared behind us."

The man in the turban accused: "It's not because you acted rashly. I already said that it's not easy for someone to move alone at night."

"You didn't object when I did it. If something goes wrong, do you blame me alone? If you want to blame it, just 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. He had never seen these people before except Huang Mao. They were not familiar with them anyway, so they were dead.

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

"Where is Zhao Xingren?"

The short-haired man ran out of the alleyway and onto the street. At first glance, he found no one else. Bad thoughts came to his mind and he hurriedly ran to the mysterious store.

When he came to the mysterious store, his pupils trembled suddenly, and he saw a corpse lying in a pool of blood.

The person who died was none other than Huang Mao. There was a stab wound on his arm, and his chest was stabbed through the heart. It was that person who did it.

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

Does that person want to kill them all? Or is he already gone?

The short-haired man knew that the wisest thing for him to do now was to make peace with the man in the turban, so as to avoid being defeated one by one.

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

The short-haired man's mind was unusually clear at this time. He was wondering where the boy would hide if he really wanted to continue killing them.

While thinking, he saw at a glance that there were many abandoned vehicles in front of the street. If he hid behind the vehicles at night and walked in their direction, it would be difficult to detect someone behind the vehicle without taking precautions.

Immediately, the short-haired man reacted and shouted: "Tin Wen, be careful of vehicles!"

The man in the turban had already passed a certain distance. When he heard the voice, he looked back. He didn't understand what Hei Laosan meant for a moment.

When he was about to ask, he noticed the sound of wind coming from behind him. He felt cold and realized the danger, but it was already too late.

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

I don't know if Su Changxing is too lucky or if the man in the turban is too unlucky. At this angle and distance, the probability of Su Changxing's sneak attack will be greatly increased.

When he heard the short-haired man's cry, Su Changxing made a quick decision, stood up suddenly, and slashed away with a steel knife. The man in the turban just turned around, and the blade hit his neck.

The man in the turban fell backwards due to the huge force of the steel knife. With the sound of bones shattering, his neck almost broke and he died instantly.

Su Changxing realized that he was actually using too much force this time. He didn't need such a big force to kill the turbaned man. He just used all his strength to be safe.

Human beings are actually very fragile and can be easily killed by hitting their weak points with a certain amount of force.

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

He was scared, terrified, and felt that the small-looking boy was like a demon. He killed people without any hesitation, as if he just hacked to death a zombie.

The short-haired man opened his legs and ran towards the front of the street. He had no intention of fighting Su Changxing. He saw that this young man's strength and speed were far beyond ordinary people, and he was definitely no match.

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

The identities of hunter and prey are unknowingly exchanged.

The short-haired man knew that he would definitely not be able to outrun Su Changxing, but he had no chance at all. When he saw Huang Mao dying before, he immediately called the organization for support through his mobile phone.

He is a cautious person and a person who is afraid of death.

They attracted sporadic zombies along the way, but neither of them paid attention. One ran, 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 that I can tell you."

secret?

Su Changxing didn't speak, but his steps accelerated a bit. His purpose was just to kill the enemy in front of him, he didn't care about secrets or anything like that.

The short-haired man noticed that the people behind him were speeding up further and shouted again: "As for this doomsday game, someone has actually predicted this disaster before."

At this time, the distance between the two was only five meters. Su Changxing suddenly kicked back with his left foot, brandished the steel knife, and slashed away from top to bottom.

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

Su Changxing hit the short-haired man on the shoulder with his backhand, knocked him to the ground, stepped on his abdomen, and said calmly: "Now you can tell me your secret."

The short-haired man lay on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and said quickly: "Just before the Doomsday Game, people from our organization called us together to talk..."

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