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"Puff! Puff!
The man had just turned around, and his consciousness was still not clear, but he only saw a silver light flashing in front of him quickly, and wanted to yell, but found that he could no longer make any sound.
"Ho, ho~
The moment he just turned around, Wei Ping and Shen He drew their knives quickly, Shen He slid the knife directly to his throat, and Wei Ping stuck the knife straight into his heart.
"Guzi!
Following Wei Ping pulled out the knife, the man was completely lifeless, his eyes rolled upwards, as if Wei Ping's knife took all the strength out of his body, and he fell back weakly.
Shen He reacted quickly, and immediately took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand to support the weakly fallen corpse, and slowly placed it on the floor.
"Good job."
Wang Yi looked at the two people who came over and praised them sincerely. Even though his voice was very low, it was not difficult to hear Wang Yi's sincerity.
The two nodded their heads silently and didn't say much. Although they seemed to have dealt with the man cleanly just now, the two of them had a fever at that time, and the movements of swinging the knife to help the corpse were basically done subconsciously. When I realized it now, I couldn't help but feel a little irritable. It was the first time to kill someone, and no one could kill a fly with ease.
Wang Yi can also see it, but this is not the time to worry about things, if you can't think about it for a while, then think about it slowly, and you will get used to it sooner or later.
"One for each person, be quicker with your hands and feet."
After giving an order in a deep voice, Wang Yi entered the room first. There was a lot of noise just now, but fortunately, it was luck for Wang Yi and others not to wake up the six people who were sleeping soundly in the room.
In fact, these six people are just ordinary criminals, and their minds may be distorted, but they are ordinary people after all, not like Wang Yi at all, even in a deep sleep, as long as there is a little abnormal situation, they can quickly react.
Several people walked into the room lightly, even breathing slowed down. Lin Feng shone his flashlight on the ceiling, and with the faint light, everyone looked at the six groups of black shadows sleeping soundly on the bunk.
These six people didn't have the slightest sense of defense, and all they took off were only a pair of blue underwear, which was uniformly distributed in the prison and had the same style as that in the army.
"Hoo, hoo!
Accompanied by intermittent snoring, the six Wang Yi stood separately and stood neatly in front of the bunk.
"Ching!
The sound of the dagger being unsheathed sounded, and Wang Yi and the others were ready to point their daggers at the sleeping person in front of them.
The cold dagger was lightly placed on the neck of the person in front of him, and the other hand was slightly raised. As soon as Wang Yi gave an order, Li Weiping would immediately stab the dagger into this person's neck.
Li Weiping remembered this person, even in the dim light, Li Weiping could vaguely see this person's face.
Because this person was the one who killed one of Li Weiping's soldiers before.
Wang Yi looked around, seeing that everyone was ready, without any pity in his heart, he ordered in a deep voice.
"Do it!"
With an order, the picture in the room seemed to change from freeze frame to broadcast, as if someone was controlling it invisible, and a few people quickly covered the lips of the sleeping man in front of them, and there was a loud snoring!
"Puff puff puff!
A series of voices sounded, no more, no less, exactly six!
"Ah, ah!
Blood gushed out in an instant!
The roof! window! The palm over the lips!
The strong smell of blood rushed to his face, Wang Yi looked calm, and rubbed the blood-stained dagger on the already cold person.
"Take the gun and retreat!"
Like ghosts, the group disappeared into the endless night under the cover of darkness. Except for the bloody smell that filled the room and the six cold corpses lying on the bunk, no one would know that tonight, Death passed by.
Early the next morning, the sky was just dawning, and the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone through the windows that were welded to the steel bars and shone into the room.
Feng Shan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dilapidated clock hanging on the wall.
"It's seven o'clock, it's time to get up and cook."
Muttering to himself, Feng Shan lifted the quilt covering his body, put on his clothes slowly, and wanted to open the door to go out.
Feng Shan, a subordinate of Triangle Eye, is different from others, Feng Shan does not need to pick up a gun to fight zombies, his task is to cook.
Feng Shan was a chef before, and he has been in the society for two years and has accumulated some savings., so I went back to my hometown and came to a small restaurant. I thought that this life would pass so plainly, marrying a wife, having children, and working every day.
But who knows, the sky is not what you want, when you want a way of life, God will give you another.
Feng Shan killed someone.
Because of the vicious competition among his peers, Feng Shan, a 30-year-old man, picked up a kitchen knife and rushed into the restaurant next door without hesitation. Under the terrified eyes of his wife and children, he killed him.
Feng Shan was sentenced to life imprisonment, and he will spend the rest of his life in prison. Feng Shan regretted it, but so what? The knife swung out, and the person was dead.
Afterwards, I confronted the police and asked Feng Shan how many knives he had hacked. Feng Shan said that he could not remember clearly, but he only remembered that day, in that clean and tidy restaurant, the white floor tiles had been stained red with blood, and the air that should have been filled with the smell of food , but was replaced by blood.
Feng Shan was imprisoned in this prison. He thought that he would live like this in the future, but who knew that God made a joke with him again.
The end of the world has come, and the original inmates turned into zombies. Feng Shan was very lucky. At that time, a prison guard happened to be patrolling the room where he was detained, and Feng Shan was rescued.
The broken corpses all over the room reminded Feng Shan of the person he killed, they were all the same, corpses, bloody smell.
Later, the prison guard who rescued Feng Shan was killed by Triangle Eye. Although Feng Shan felt a little inappropriate, he didn't show anything.
Triangle Eye occupied this building and robbed a lot of food, and Feng Shan, the only one among the nearly one hundred people under Triangle Eye who was a chef before being imprisoned, started his old business naturally.
Although the work is a bit tiring, Feng Shan does not have to face zombies and bloody corpses. This is what Feng Shan wants.
In the room, Feng Shan was still thinking, whether to make porridge for breakfast today, or porridge, or porridge?
"Forget it, don't care, it's the same anyway."
With a mutter, Feng Shan pushed the door and walked out, but just after he pushed the door open, a strange smell rushed into Feng Shan's nose.
"Um?"
The smell in the air made Feng Shan frown slightly.
"what happened?"
This smell reminded Feng Shan of the restaurant full of blood.
But is this a restaurant? It's a prison. All the zombies have already been killed. How could there be such a smell. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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