my skynet wife

While Guo Zhenbei was tying the rope, he was thinking about going back to accompany his little Ah Liang. Moreover, the cold wind on the roof also made him think about the warmth of Yang Yanzi's home. Teng Langbu, who had already followed the rope and stood sideways by the building,

She glanced at him with satisfaction.

"Don't you remember, Yanzi asked you to bring some crossbows and walkie-talkies, and you also needed to change into leather clothes. Besides, I left without saying goodbye at noon, which must have frightened Xiaoqing, and you won't help me if I go back and get scolded.

Please explain, you really deserve me!"

Fujiro's complaint made Guo Zhenbei shut up. This guy was right. Isn't it just to save myself when I slide a rope down from upstairs? Now I go back and get scolded by my girlfriend. If I don't explain it, it will be unavoidable.

Some are not interesting enough.

"Sorry, I didn't think too much! Let's go down together!"

Apparently Guo Zhenbei misunderstood the relationship between Fujiro and Fujiharu and thought that "Xiaoqing" was his girlfriend. This is also Fujilang's fault. How can there be a brother who calls his sister like this? The twins were born at the same time.

It was only ten minutes, and calling her sister really made Fujiro feel a little disadvantaged.

While talking, Guo Zhenbei began to descend. In the process, Guo Zhenbei remembered that Yang Yanzi had warned him. In this end of the world, there are few people alive and even fewer good people alive. If this is the case, then he should be with Teng.

Go with Lang to meet his family. Whether you want to thank him or excuse him, it is a necessary thing.

Two figures, under the bright silver moonlight, were cast diagonally on the wall. They slid down along their respective ropes, and their footsteps made a trampling sound on the wall, which shocked many people.

living people.

At the same time, these people also confirm what Stefanie Yang said: in the biochemical apocalypse, there will be few people alive and even fewer good people alive.

"They should be the ones who caused trouble at noon, they..."

Looking at their figures through binoculars, there was an uncertain hesitation when someone spoke.

"Show it with a flashlight and throw in a wine bottle and it will become clearer!"

At the same time as the drake's voice sounded, a flashlight shone over, and then someone threw the glassware from upstairs.

"Snapped……"

A crisp and loud sound rang out in the quiet community, which startled Guo Zhenbei and Teng Lang who were hanging in the air. They turned back to look at the light source, and could only see the bright flashlight light.

"This bastard, we can just see him, why do we have to keep the light on him for so long? Fujiro, let's hurry up, I feel like the person holding the flashlight has bad intentions!"

Guo Zhenbei, who was dazzled by the flashlight, cursed. For some reason he had an ominous premonition. While urging Fujiro casually, he accelerated his descent. Two figures, illuminated by the flashlight and moonlight,

, and quickly descended to the third floor.

"It's two men, probably the two guys at noon, and they threw a glass bottle!"

At the same time as the drake's voice sounded slightly, a tattooed arm picked up the glass bottle next to him and threw it out of the balcony.

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound, which aroused Fujiro's worry.

"That bastard who threw the glass brought all the zombies to us!"

At this time, Guo Zhenbei and Teng Lang, who had already reached the third floor, could clearly hear the sounds of footsteps nearby downstairs. Teng Lang, who was about to knock on the window, called out. Guo Zhenbei also felt a little worried.

angry.

If throwing the cup is a signal for help, then he and Fujiro have already heard it. According to the pre-arranged plan, they will try to connect to several other buildings during the day tomorrow, and they will naturally try to save him then. Why make such a big noise?

, summoning more zombies.

However, what he never expected was that the person who was shining a flashlight on them across from Fujiro's house was not a kind person.

"No wonder there are so many zombies in the yard suddenly. It must be those two bastards who brought it. Judging from the situation, it's the boy from the Teng family who has served as a soldier. Keeping them will sooner or later be a disaster. Kill them and think about it later.

Let’s go to that house and see why they only have electricity!”

The speaker appeared under the dim candlelight in the room. He was about 40 years old, with long hair, a bald head, bubbly eyes and a mustache. He didn't look like a good person, but when he raised his hand and gave orders, he let

People understand that at this time he is the uncle.

He was holding a pistol in his hand, which was a Type 54 military automatic pistol.

At this time, even though it is a small county police station, it is no longer equipped with overly lethal military weapons such as the May 4th Movement as police guns. Revolvers using 9x19 bullets are becoming the configuration of patrol police. The public security system of big cities

, and the criminal police are mostly equipped with Type 92 pistols.

Then the appearance of Type 54 can only explain one problem. It does not come from formal channels, and the person who holds it cannot be a good person.

"Yes sir!"

The male duck's throat was replaced with a soft voice, and the three people sitting in the room stood up. The three of them were holding crossbows. If you look carefully, you will find that these crossbows also have "National Rescue" on them.

of words.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you three losers, hurry up!"

The two people on the balcony were cursing, and the weapons in their hands were even more unique. Two small tubes were bound together by iron rings, with a simple firing device behind them, and the handle below was also rough. At first glance, it looked like it belonged to that kind of country.

To make a pistol, use ammunition that combines small-caliber bullet shells with iron beads. This thing may not be enough to kill zombies, but it is enough to kill people.

The three people who were being urged with crossbows looked like they were not the same group at first glance. The two young men had hair of different colors, an earring on one ear, and glasses. They were as thin as bamboo poles.

His physical appearance indicates that he is the kind of gangster who dropped out of school and wanders around the society. This kind of gangster is often annoying, but does not cause any great harm.

"Dad, this is killing someone, just in case...!"

The one who spoke was about 15 to 16 years old, and the one he called dad was a middle-aged man with a big belly. Regardless of how haggard he was these days, he looked like a successful man. The other one was smaller, about 13 or 4 years old.

The old man was so frightened that he started crying.

"Dad...I...wu...I don't..."

The middle-aged man looked at his sons in front of him. These two thin bamboo poles with dyed hair were his two sons. They no longer went to school and just wandered around all day long. Although they were useless, they didn't have the courage to kill anyone! His

He looked at Guo Zhenbei and Tenglang who were entering the house, and then looked at the drake's throat with a pleading look. His lips moved but nothing came out.

Yes, although it is the end of the world now, the most basic conscience and moral principles have not completely disappeared. And the kind of behavior that becomes cruel and loses conscience in the face of the harsh end of the world cannot be completed in one day or two days.

of.

At least now everyone understands that killing is illegal!

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