rear.

John continued to follow the smell.

“It seems like a kitchen”

He came to a large room with many iron racks, some kitchen supplies on it, with dried blood on it, and a dull brown color.

Further ahead is the slaughter room, where there is still no divided meat on the chopping board, and the ribs are thrown into the iron gate at your feet.

John moved his nose and identified his keen characteristics, and came to a very difficult conclusion.

Cannibals exist in nursing homes.

The cannibals have always existed in the northwest states, especially the indigenous mountain people, and there has been rumors that they have always been cannibalistic.

The head next to the iron bucket was the unlucky guy named Ai Wan, and his body did not flash.

"It turns out that I wasn't the one I killed, so I can't touch the body."

John shook his head regretfully.

He walked a few steps forward and soon found another body that was dead next to the refrigerator, the man named Milton.

There was no light on the dead body, which proved that there was no spoil to pick up.

"It's not easy to kill these cannibals by being stabbed by sharp weapons. Both killers are well-trained and equipped with guns, but they are unable to escape the poisonous hands. The cannibals who attacked their must have strong melee ability, especially in terms of agility."

But I am agile at 38 points, and the agile attribute is my specialty, and I am not afraid of them. I am a little looking forward to what these agile cannibals can produce.

They stole my two heads and they would have to pay me some interest.

I should have harvested the heads of these two killers. Now I have fewer than a few thousand experiences and some specialized qualifications must be obtained from the cannibals.

In addition, I killed seven of the killer team, and now there are two more dead in the kitchen. They only have the only one left.

"I'll see where the remaining guy is now"

John twitched his nose, activated his keenness, and soon locked in the direction of the last killer.

Front.

"Stop, you damn country bumpkins!"

Brod followed behind and chased.

He was ruthless and said that he would justify the three homeless men who dared to attack and kill their team.

It would be fine if you say you can't beat "Black Caesar". After all, "Black Caesar" is a senior and a legend. There is nothing to complain about when defeated by him, but being attacked and killed by a homeless man is no longer a matter of face.

There is a saying in the East that the tiger falls into Pingyang and is bullied by dogs. After all, they are also the first-class killer team of Damocles. Although several people were killed by "Black Caesar" and more than half of their combat power was lost, they could even bully the homeless and kill at will.

Brod wants to restore reputation and cleanse up shame for the team.

But the three deformed people who fled ahead were obviously not stupid. Although they looked deformed, their intelligence was obviously not too deformed, and they were not much worse than real humans. They just didn't expect that these people would be so difficult later.

Everyone has weapons.

A weapon that can shoot guns.

A brand new weapon.

"Ho huh huh"

Lao San roared a few times with his fingers.

Roaring is their language that only they can understand.

The eldest fangs and the second nodded one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed

When they ran to the aisle ahead, they suddenly split into three, and the three of them ran away in different directions.

Broad was stunned.

He has only one person, and the enemy fled in three directions, so at best he can only choose to chase one.

Broad: "I didn't expect these rural guys to have a good idea, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, it's snowstorm outside, and you will be frozen to death if you escape. At worst, I can spend more time to find you three and kill them one by one."

Hatred has made Broad forget that there is also the existence of Uncle Wick, a god of life-seeking.

Broad's only goal now is to kill these three rural gums, and the others are not considered.

"Okay! Then I will choose you first!"

Broad randomly selected one person and chased him north.

later.

John found this place, too.

He twitched his nose at the Sancha Road intersection to confirm, and then looked at the schematic diagram of the area on the wall.

"Yes, I ran to the north studio."

Studio.

Da da da da da da da!

A fierce strafing.

Seats were torn to pieces by barrage.

The second brother running ahead was shot twice in the back, and like a kite with a broken string, it flew seven or eight meters away. With a snap, a chair was pressed into seven or eight petals, and dust was flying.

They still underestimate the power of firearms.

But it is no wonder that they have always hunted unarmed civilians and have no experience in competing with well-trained elites, let alone that they have heavy firepower weapons, so it is natural to fail.

Brod walked up and said, "How is it, the country bumpkin, how does it feel?"

He lay on the ground with one eye motionless, as if he was dead, with two clear holes behind him, the size of peanuts, and still bleeding.

Broad rolled him over with his combat boots.

"Oh, Fake, you're so ugly!"

Brod squatted there and shook his head. It was hard to understand that there was such an ugly monster in the world. Not only did he blind his eyes, but his whole face seemed to be bitten by someone, and he felt ugly.

But it is really hard for people to believe that this kind of freak has killed his elites.

Brod shook his head again.

Just as I was about to get up and go after two other country bumpkins

The one-eyed corpse lying on the ground suddenly burst out and pounced on Broad.

Broad was caught off guard and was immediately hit and knocked to the ground.

"Fak!"

Broad cursed, and couldn't believe that this monster could not die when he hit two large-caliber bullets in a row. Not only did he not die, but he was also extremely fierce, which was simply a violation of Darwin's law.

How could such a terrible monster be born in the world?

Brod had enough strength to fight the freak, but the freak was amazing and almost irresistible.

Brod pulled out the short blade from his waist and stabbed it into the freak's back with a knife.

"roar"

He roared with one-eyed eyes, and was crazy and bowed his head and bit Broad's neck.

Brod's pain is hard to bear, and his strength is fading away bit by bit

He knew he was no longer able to help the team, but he still failed to avenge the revenge and wash away the shame.

Beep! Beep!

Two consecutive depressing gunshots.

The one-eyed eyes that were rushing against Brod, a bloody light burst out from each of his shoulders and chests, and his body rolled down involuntarily.

John ran over.

Beep beep!

He fired three more shots.

One-eyed man was seriously injured, so he dared not show off his power. He was in a hurry to roll on his laziness, sparks emerged from the cement ground, guns chased him and bit him, and he rolled into the iron gate in front for a lifetime.

Broad: "Wick?"

His neck was leaking, and his pronunciation was no longer accurate.

"."

John nodded, "Are you any last words?"
Chapter completed!