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"This damn bastard!"

When Guo Zhenbei came to the body of Lin Zheng's second master, Qi Jiasheng was busy. Probably Yang Yanzi could always analyze Guo Zhenbei's mood at the moment, so this order was given directly by her.

A needle pierced Lin Zheng's blood vessel. The plastic tube was connected to a bottle, and another plastic tube protruded from the mouth of the bottle. There was a Coke bottle at the other end. It was squeezed flat to create a pressure difference. The tension of the plastic bottle pushed Lin Zheng and Lin Zheng to the ground.

My blood was sucked out of his veins.

In comparison, the amount of blood is even more than what Guo Zhenbei and the others brought back from the community hospital. The amount of blood in an adult is about 7 kilograms, 4000 to 5000 ml, which is enough to fill two 2.5-liter bottles.

Big Coke bottle.

Guo Zhenbei came to Lin Zheng's body and felt angry when he saw him. At this moment, the crossbow arrow he shot was still stuck in Lin Zheng's head.

"Brother Zhenbei, here you go!"

Qi Jiaqiang was still covered in black corpse fluid at this time. In his hand was a 54mm pistol and several magazines, which were Lin Zheng's weapons. In addition, there was also a homemade small-caliber steel pellet pistol. Guo Zhenbei

I held it in my hand and looked at the homemade pistol. It was like a smaller version of a double-barreled shotgun. The gun body was bent to load the bullet, and it only had a capacity of two rounds. The bullet was a small-caliber bullet case, filled with bearing steel balls.

"Fujiro, take it!"

Guo Zhenbei looked at Lin Zheng's body and handed the pistol to Fujilang. He felt that it would be more appropriate to hand this kind of thing to a soldier. Guo Zhenbei has been following him since his first murder.

Fujiro accepted the home-made small-caliber steel pellet pistol and bullets, and then handed the 54 pistol to Guo Zhenbei's hand.

"You hold the gun, and give the steel ball gun to Xiao Lang. This thing is not very useful against zombies, but it is useful against perverts!"

"I don't want it from you, Nuo, the guy who just passed by still has one in his hand, I will ask him for it myself!"

Towards Fujiharu's ungrateful sister, Fujiro curled his lips.

"Don't forget it, I'll give it to Yanzi. I'm sure she's not as ignorant as someone else!"

"Humph, I won't argue with you, and I won't even look at the time, yet you still talk so much!"

After Tengqing snorted coldly, he pointed at Guo Zhenbei with his eyes, hoping that his brother would understand that Guo Zhenbei must be feeling very heavy at this moment.

The fact is indeed the case. After killing someone for the first time, Guo Zhenbei vomited. But before coming over the rope bridge, Fujiro was fortunate that he was not seen by the tattooed man who had just surrendered in front of him.

"That night, you were the one who shot me with a gun, right?"

The cold-blooded tattooed man raised his eyes and looked at Fujiro. His face was as gloomy as the sky about to snow in winter. But he did not do like the flattering tattooed man Luo Guangrong across the building, who had already dropped his weapon and knelt down in front of Stefanie Yang to beg for mercy.

Instead, he replied with two words: "Kill him if he wants to, and he will never frown."

"it's me!"

"Well, I knew it was you!"

Before Fujiro spoke again, he threw a cigarette to him. You must know that at this time, cigarettes are definitely in short supply. If Guo Zhenbei and the others had not cleaned up all the fifth floors, cigarettes would not be open and smoked casually.

The cold-blooded tattooed man didn't say anything. He reached out to take it and lit it on fire with the zippo in Fujiro's hand. He took a deep breath and spit it out.

"call……"

"Hey, it's been a few days since I stopped working!"

Fujiro used his eyes to force the cold-blooded tattooed man, but he did not want to kill him. Before coming, Guo Zhenbei made it clear that there are not many Chinese people in the world now. And according to speculation, if Yang Yanzi's analysis is correct, then maybe once

As the most populous nation, the Chinese nation has now become the most dangerous place in the world due to the weakest precautions and its former population.

"If I can't help it, I won't kill him!"

Since Guo Zhenbei gave the order right away, based on military habits, Fujiro would not disobey the order.

"Yeah, we've been broken for a long time. There are rich people in this community, and there are a lot of bastards who are afraid of death!"

Looking at the cold-blooded tattooed man, Fujiro Naoraku looked like he was threatening his life by smoking.

"Haha, who says it's not the case? If we hadn't found a cigarette dealer, we wouldn't be able to smoke enough!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man was not attracted by the cigarette because of Fujiro. Instead, he glanced at Lin Zheng who was giving out the last drop of blood in his body, then frowned and sucked hard on the cigarette in his hand.

"I was the only one who beat you that day. I'm not afraid of death, but you can hit me on the head after I finish smoking this cigarette. Don't let me suffer too much!"

Looking at Lin Zheng's body again, he was swallowing cigarettes more heavily.

"And the head bleeds less...you...you need blood to deal with those zombies, right?"

Fujiro put his hands on his hips and looked like a winner.

"Hey, you are really uneducated. Those things are called zombies. Have you never watched "Resident Evil" or "The Walking Dead"? Alas, you are pretty accurate, but your head is a bit muddled. Let me tell you about the international trends and give you that

Let’s enlighten our minds. Right now, governments around the world may no longer exist, but if our judgment is correct, the virus should come from the Fuso Empire... And they were well prepared, and I’m afraid they have the most survivors. Can you

What comes to mind, I'm afraid we will face another eight years of anti-Japanese war!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man looked up at the clear sky, looking like he was begging God.

"Please, brother, what era is this in? Do you only think that I am a Jiang bandit? I know that you have been a soldier, so there is no need to launch a political offensive against me. Okay, I understand, if you let me

As long as I live, I will do it for you!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man was unexpectedly happy, which made Fujiro, who had watched too many old movies, very unhappy. His pretentious speech was not satisfying.

"You guy, if you weren't mentally ill, how could you follow a bastard like Lin Zheng!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man knew that he would not die. He glanced at Guo Zhenbei and did not see his objection to his guess. He knew in his heart that his life was probably saved. So he slowed down his smoking speed, and then

He made his only request.

"Well, as long as you take care of your food, shelter, and smoking, you can do whatever you are told, and you can kill whoever you are told, absolutely no problem! But boy Teng, I'm afraid you're not the eldest brother! I'll just listen to my eldest brother, you

...It’s better to take a shower and go to sleep!”

The cold-blooded tattooed man sneered, obviously not seeing Fujiro's self-proclaimed "instructor" title. This made Fujiro feel that he should give him more lessons.

"Humph, you ignorant thing, haven't you heard that our People's Liberation Army has instructors? If it is not ideologically aware..."

The cold-blooded tattooed man threw away the cigarette butt and extended his hand to Fujiro.

"I said Teng Boy, if you give Ge Gen cigarettes again, it's business!"

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