Global Games: Comes with a portable store

Zhu Wenwu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand and looked at the empty room, feeling a little sad.

He was ignored, so simply ignored by the murderer, and he was not as important as his sister.

"The force of this kick was really heavy. Ahem, I almost got kicked to death."

Zhu Wenwu felt severe pain all over his body. His body seemed to be falling apart and he was completely unable to stand up. Then he heard the sounds of fighting and screams coming from the corridor.

In the darkness, blood rushed past the door. A head rolled down in the corridor and landed at the door. The pupils were open, and it stared at him from the side.

Zhu Wenwu recognized that face. He was a brother he had just met yesterday. He was a Taekwondo coach before and boasted of his superior fighting ability.

Zhu Wenwu was horrified and frightened, his lips turned white, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and he was in a state of near suffocation. He took out his cell phone and saw the message from Su Changxing.

Please call me Good Guy: Are you dead? If not, tell me about the situation there, and I might be able to rush over.

Xiaoxin: Brother, I might be dying. That murderer is killing other people outside. Maybe after they die, it will be my turn. He is very scary. He seems to have some kind of weird super power and just pushes away.

The door I locked before.

Brother, you better not come here. There is no need to come here to die. Life is so good. Sorry, I misunderstood you before. You are a good person.

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"Please don't kill me, I can do anything you want, please..."

A voice begging for mercy outside the door suddenly stopped, followed by the dull sound of the blade piercing into the flesh.

As time goes by, the sound on the fourth floor changes from noisy to quiet, and from quiet to dead silence.

Zhu Wenwu leaned behind the door, holding a steel rod in his hand, listening to the footsteps approaching outside the door, preparing to make a last-ditch effort. Just like Su Changxing said, he might still die in the end, but it would be good to struggle a little.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and he heard Boss Huang's angry voice coming from outside the door.

"You really deserve to die."

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The pale young man opened his mouth and continued:

"You are different from them. How about you leave now and I let you go? I think you probably don't want to die with them either."

For most people, at night, the station is a closed place, and there is no place to run if they want to.

Those who can move outside are the best in the apocalypse.

As soon as these words came out, many people's expressions changed. They all knew about Huang Biao's fighting prowess. If Huang Biao chose to leave, they would definitely not be a match for these two men, and they would not be able to escape the fate of being massacred.

Huang Biao's eyes changed and he fell into a brief thought. No one is really not afraid of death, and no one can be completely selfless.

The space with more than ten people fell into silence for a moment. A fluffy black mist rolled down the peeling walls, and everyone's face was covered with shadows, making it difficult to see the expressions of others.

The pale young man said slowly: "Have you considered it? You should understand that you will not be our opponent."

The plain voice is like the voice of the devil, touching people's hearts.

Cleaning up the garbage on the fourth floor cost him a lot. It seemed like he was waiting for Huang Biao's answer, but in fact he was delaying time and regaining his strength.

Today, no one here can survive!

Huang Biao took a deep breath and said calmly: "You can just say what you want. There is no need to kill so many people, and there is no need to kill them all."

The pale-faced young man said regretfully: "It's a pity that my purpose is just to kill you."

Huang Biao's expression became darker and darker, and he nodded and said, "Really? That is indeed a pity."

He was silent for a moment, glanced at his empty palms, looked up at the other person, and suddenly smiled.

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Su Changxing ran all the way along the street and arrived near Huang Biao's station. He was already sweating profusely.

His physique is still a bit poor, so he can only choose to reduce his speed to maintain a certain amount of physical strength, otherwise he can reach this position faster.

I glanced at my phone and saw a message from Huang Biao.

Ruthless Beast: Both of them are very strong, stronger than me. Their current location is at the entrance to the hall on the fourth floor. One of them is wearing a mask. He seems to have similar abilities to the monster in the police station, which can make people

After falling into a brief trance, the other one killed everyone on the fourth floor. His strength should not be underestimated.

The situation is better than Su Changxing expected. At least some people are still alive, and Huang Biao and others still have the ability to resist.

He got rid of the zombies and climbed up from the outside of the building, preparing to enter the fourth floor from the room where he had slept before. The window was open and opened when he left.

Su Changxing quietly entered the room, smelled the strong smell of blood, and saw corpses on the ground through the crack in the door, as well as the figures of two people.

"It's a pity that my purpose is just to kill you."

Listening to the gloomy voice, he sent a message to Huang Biao: I have arrived.

A dark arrow appeared in Su Changxing's hand. His idea was simple: kill the young man he had seen before with one arrow.

There is a high probability that he is an extraordinary person, but his ability is unknown to Su Changxing. The unknown represents danger, and the masked man's ability should be similar to that of the little boy's spiritual type.

The Dreamer himself is the nemesis of such people with mental abilities, and the masked man is not a big threat to him, so as long as they can kill or seriously injure the young man first, they will basically win.

"Really? That's a pity indeed."

Huang Biao suddenly showed a ferocious expression and shouted: "I'm waiting for you to die. What are you waiting for? Kill!"

He raised the steel knife and launched a sudden attack, slashing across the pale-faced young man.

The door was slowly opened. Su Changxing stood in front of the door, tilting his head, nocking an arrow and drawing his bow. Through the heavy night, he aimed at the target's head in three dots and one line.

The pale young man seemed to have eyes on his back. At the same time, he turned his head to look at him with his peripheral vision, nimbly dodged to the side, and raised his knife to block Huang Biao's attack.

Invisible arrows flew past his ears and were nailed to the wall.

Things happened in the blink of an eye.

The masked man just listened to the sound and noticed the arrows on the wall, but did not immediately notice Su Changxing's presence.

Deadly blank gun.

Su Changxing's heart sank. He didn't expect that the opponent had completely avoided the arrow, and the originally advantageous situation became unclear.

So if you still made a mistake, you should kill the masked man first, at least to ensure that you get rid of one target.

Without any hesitation, Su Changxing drew the bow again and fired for the second time.