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Which one is more frightening, death or facing death?
Asking Yang Bing and Zhang Fei to organize a team to clean up the corpses on the square, Wang Yi followed Lin Feng's guidance and walked alone to the commercial vehicle where Zhang Ming was.
"Wow, wow, wow~
As soon as he got closer, Wang Yi heard a strange sound coming from the commercial vehicle, as if it was tearing something.
Wang Yi was puzzled, walked slowly to the side of the car, and looked through the window.
Zhang Ming, sitting alone in the car, had a long wound on his arm, bleeding black and red.
The seats on the side are already filled with various food packaging bags.
Beef jerky, chocolate, potato chips, and several other snacks that Wang Yi couldn't name.
The arm bleeding continuously did not affect Zhang Ming's movements.
Holding a piece of bread tightly with both hands, he even squeezed out the butter mixed in the bread and got it on his dirty hands, but Zhang Ming didn't care, tears slid down the corners of his eyes and dripped on the snow-white bread .
Zhang Ming stuffed it into his mouth forcefully, a whole piece of bread, and the butter stained on his hands, Zhang Ming stretched out his tongue and licked it clean one by one.
I haven't eaten for several lifetimes, or never will.
The bread stuffed Zhang Ming's mouth full, as if he hadn't evolved into a human ape.
"Ahem!
Zhang Ming seemed to be choking, his chest heaved violently, and the bread in his mouth was sprayed clean, with a trace of saliva connecting the bread residue with Zhang Ming's trembling lips.
"Woooo woo
Looking at the bread crumbs all over his body, Zhang Ming couldn't help crying.
The tears were even worse. He stretched out his hand to grab the dregs on his body, and Zhang Ming put it in his mouth again. He unscrewed the mineral water with great effort, gurgling, crying bitter tears, which was a taste of despair.
Looking at the ups and downs of the Adam's apple, Wang Yi couldn't bear it anymore.
Wang Yi is a sentimental person. At least before the end of the world, ten years of blood and weapons have trained Wang Yi to be a cold-blooded and ruthless person. He never softens his heart when dealing with enemies. He is ruthless when dealing with zombies.
Wang Yi also faced this kind of scene more than once, desperate and helpless, every survivor walking in the end times, perhaps most of them, has this kind of ending, an unchangeable ending.
"Boom boom boom!
Wang Yi raised his hand and knocked on the car window, interrupting Zhang Ming who was still drinking water.
Zhang Ming then turned his head and looked at Wang Yi with a confused face.
"Squeak~
Wang Yi directly opened the car door and sat in.
"Huh~
Wang Yi took a deep breath, and then turned to Zhang Ming. Since the matter had already happened, Wang Yi would always say something.
"You have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me, if there is a chance in the future, I will help you realize it."
Zhang Ming stopped chewing his lips when he heard the words, and looked at Wang Yi blankly.
The lips suddenly opened, and the thick saliva was pulled into filaments, and the blood mixed with the bread crumbs, sticking to the teeth.
"Woooooo, Yi, Brother Yi, I, am I going to become a zombie?"
Hearing Zhang Ming's choked up voice, Wang Yi couldn't help but raised his head in melancholy, and rubbed his hands on his face fiercely.
"You are not a supernatural being, there are no cells in your body that can resist the zombie virus."
Wang Yi's tone was dull, and he lowered his arms while speaking, his eyes were already bloodshot.
The meaning of these words was already obvious, so obvious that Zhang Ming regained his composure.
"Ha ha!"
Zhang Ming laughed suddenly, and while picking up the bread crumbs on the clothes, he tidied the clothes clean.
"Brother Yi, I have a request."
Zhang Ming put away his laughter and said calmly.
"Just let me be full, just let me be full."
Wang Yi looked down at the garbage belt full of cars, then at Zhang Ming's resigned expression, and nodded silently.
"I'll have someone bring it to you. Before you turn into a zombie, you should finish it yourself."
Wang Yi immediately opened the door and got out of the car, not daring to look at Zhang Ming more.
Walking quickly to the square, Wang Yi recovered very quickly, it was doomed, Wang Yi would not struggle, Wang Yi would adapt.
"Brother Yi, Zhang Ming"
Seeing Wang Yi's return, Yang Bing hurried forward to inquire about Zhang Ming's situation.
Wang Yi nodded, facing? Said calmly.
"In a while, you will ask someone to bring some food to Zhang Ming, more, and then give him a gun."
Yang Bing's expression was complicated when he heard the words. Although he had already guessed the result, he was still a little anxious at this time.
This is the first time that the team has suffered casualties. Walking in the last days, Wang Yi told everyone more than once that death cannot be escaped.
The corpses on the square have been divided into two piles at this time.
A pile of zombies, nearly a hundred, each zombie's head has been thrown away, the black corpses are piled high, and sticky blood is flowing all over the square.
There are also a bunch of humans, only four of them, quietly placed aside, scarlet blood flowing out from the broken corpses, intertwined with the black blood of the zombies.
Li Weiping and a team of armed police were standing in front of the four corpses, all dressed in neat military uniforms and polished leather shoes.
Not to show off here, but to respect their comrades in arms.
"salute!"
Cangmai's voice came from Li Weiping's mouth.
There were only a dozen armed policemen left in the prison, but they still remained steadfast. As soon as Li Weiping finished speaking, he raised his right hand to the tip of his eyebrows in unison.
night.
Dark clouds covered the moon, and there was no light. The corpses on the square had been cleaned up, leaving only a pool of dried blood.
There are five new graves in the vegetable field behind the prison, without tombstones. Four survivors and one dead zombie are buried here forever.
Zhang Ming did not end his life before the mutation.
He stumbled and ran out, waving his sharp claws, and the dark red eyes were not bloodthirsty, but pleased.
Maybe it's because he wants to add strength to the team.
Wang Yi looked at the base meat in front of him and thought to himself.
The small hall on the first floor of the prison was already full of people, and many of them even sat on the stairs. There were a total of eighty-six people, both men and women, surrounding Wang Yi in the middle.
Everyone had different expressions, but they all looked at Wang Yi.
"Yang Bing, have you cleaned all the base meat?"
Wang Yi turned his head to Yang Bing and asked directly.
Yang Bing immediately picked up the bag that was placed aside. The bag was bulging and smelled of alcohol for a while.
"It's all cleaned up. The total is 212 yuan, plus two pieces of mutated zombie meat."
As Yang Bing said, he took out two pieces of special Jihua meat from his pocket, one dark green and the other snow white.
Wang Yi nodded. Although the number of zombies killed was far more than this number, many zombies were directly scorched by the fire, and the base meat in the skull also lost its function, and many of them were directly crushed. There are more than two hundred pieces of base meat, which is about the same. (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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