"Do you know that just because you slapped me today, I almost died outside." Black No. 7 rushed into Heizi's bedroom as soon as he came back, complaining loudly.

Heizi, who was about to fall asleep and was already in a daze, was shaken up like this. He looked at Black No. 7 helplessly, then stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

"Do you know what my name is?" Heizi said.

"Heizi, what's wrong?" Black No. 7 was a little strange.

"Then don't talk and let me sleep for a while. The patient needs to rest." Heizi turned his head and covered his eyes.

Black No. 7 was stunned for a moment, thinking about what Heizi meant for a long time, which made Heizi stop for three minutes.

Three minutes later...

"Damn! The homophone is too low-end!" Black No. 7 started yelling again.

"Your brain works so slowly..." Heizi felt desperate.

"I'm not from Xia!"

"Please go out and let me sleep for a while!" Heizi began to beg.

"But the mysterious man asked me to tell you that he has already finished the motor and radio." Black No. 7 suddenly changed the subject.

He had just made a small bet with the mysterious man. The mysterious man said that as long as Black No. 7 told Heizi that he had fixed the radio station, Heizi would get up immediately and be energetic. Black No. 7 didn't believe it, so he bet a bunch of pistol bullets.

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"You told me earlier, can you go straight to the topic next time?" Then Black No. 7 was stunned to see Heizi stand up and put his clothes on his shoulders.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" But Black No. 7 had never seen any big scenes, so he quickly adjusted his state and started acting strangely.

"I'm still sleeping with Hammer, they still don't know their whereabouts." Heizi walked straight out of the bedroom.

Black No. 7 looked at Heizi's back and kept tutting.

"Maybe this is the man."

…

Back to the day after the zombie wave occurred.

"Where is this?" Blue No. 3 moved to another place with most of the people. On the way, he checked his equipment. He had the special warfare dagger on him, and there were also three full magazines.

But this did not reassure him, because he found that there was no one he knew around him.

When the cars stopped, he found that it should be in a hill. Judging from the location, it was not even close to the nature reserve. The bustling crowd began to set up tents. Blue No. 3 counted the number of people and found that in fact, most of the so-called

More than thirty people.

At this time, a man came over. The man was 1.95 meters tall and weighed almost 200 kilograms. He said in an almost commanding tone: "Young man, give me your gun."

Blue Three took half a step back, frowned and asked why. In terms of height, there was a big gap between Blue Three and the big man. Blue Three was only 1.78 meters tall, and the strong man was almost a head taller than him.

Not to mention the intimidating power brought by the body full of flesh.

The strong man pointed his thumb behind him and said: "I am the strongest among the survivors now, so I am responsible for taking the lead. Of course the gun should be placed here with me."

Blue Number Three sneered and asked the previous question in a more provocative way: "Why?"

The strong man frowned and was a little angry, but Blue Three still had a gun in his hand, so he suppressed his temper. But he was interrupted by Blue Three just as he said why.

"During the defense battle, I didn't see a coward like you, and now you want to be the king? Are you worthy?" Blue No. 3 loaded the gun in his hand and picked it up.

The big man laughed angrily, but was afraid of the gun in the hands of the blue No. 3, so he took another half step forward and said angrily: "You are shameless, right? If you have the ability to shoot, do you believe that I will let you go?"

Out of this camp? This kind of gun can be used by a bedbug like you who doesn't even have hair?"

Blue Three rarely loses his temper, but that doesn't mean he will be bullied.

"Can't get out of the camp? Is it just you? Or are you relying on these thirty or so old, weak, sick and disabled people?" Blue No. 3 raised the gun a little higher and switched the burst mode to automatic mode in front of the man.

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The big man showed his fierce look and said with a gnashing teeth: "Boy, I advise you to kill us old, weak, sick and disabled now, otherwise I will make your life worse than death."

Blue No. 3 slowly took two steps back, raised the gun in his hand: "I'll say it again, you don't have the ability." After saying that, he turned around and left.

The big man was thinking about how to torture Blue No. 3 in the days to come, but found that Blue No. 3 had given the battle knife and a bottle of wine to someone, then got on that person's motorcycle and left.

The strong man woke up from a dream and quickly called his thugs to stop him, but it was too late. Someone even fired a few shots. Unfortunately, the effective range of the shotgun was too close, and it could only make Blue Three feel behind.

His back hurt a little, after all, he had driven nearly a hundred meters in this short period of time.

After disappearing from those people's sight, Blue Three gradually slowed down. He didn't know where to go. He was out of touch with the main force and had no idea where to go.

…

"Who are you?" asked the bishop.

"Is this important to you?" he asked rhetorically.

"Of course, I feel an attraction in you, and I think you are also the favored one of the Lord."

He smiled.

"Your saint is not my saint."

"But he can make my saint open his arms to receive every lost child."

He turned his head and looked at the bishop, and said slowly: "You are very special."

The bishop smiled softly and replied: "So do you."

He turned around and asked his final question: "Can your saint grant my wish?"

"Of course, the Lord will grant the wishes of everyone who truly follows Him."

"Your name……"

"I have no name, I am just the first preacher under the apocalypse."

"Sounds like Christ Jesus, let's call you Pope."

"As you wish - your suffering is over, welcome home, my child."

The conversation between the two ended, but the street behind them was already devastated, as if there were invisible forces wrestling with each other.

It's just that the power didn't even come close to one meter away from the Pope.

The man named Yu Lande opposite was already covered in blood.

It seems that their conversation was not as relaxed and carefree as it seemed on the surface.

…

The crowds dispersed in the town square, giving off an uncomfortable sense of disharmony, but it was somewhat gratifying that the number was no longer that large.

A huge whale carcass was lying on the road to Huanzhu Park, and another was lying on the road to the cold forest zone.

Not knowing whether the behemoth was still alive, Blue Three did not dare to be careless. He screwed on the silencer and moved forward slowly.

It's already afternoon.

"There are a lot of zombies at the door of the basement. I guess there are survivors inside. I'll go over and take a look." Blue Three didn't know why he came back, but he felt like he had nowhere to go, so he came back to take a look.

Did they leave any clues?

"If that doesn't work, let's go to Heizi's house and have a look. Maybe they went back." Blue No. 3 thought to himself, "No, the door was blocked at that time and it was impossible to go back. There were only three ways, so they should have gone to Huanzhu.

lake?"

"Ignore him, see if there is anyone else before talking."

There were subtle gunshots and the zombies in the square fell one by one. Blue Three was very nervous and looked behind him from time to time. He was afraid of being attacked.

After a while, he cleared half the town of zombies.

"It seems that every time the zombie tide passes through a place, there will be a small number of reformers left behind. Why?" Blue Three went from house to house searching for survivors.

Finding nothing, Blue Three quietly returned to the house where he originally lived. As expected, there should be a lot of supplies inside.

"A crossbow, twenty crossbow arrows, good harvest." Almost all the drinks that were originally placed in the living room were broken. The messy environment, plus a few people who had no eyesight and spilled the drinks, were killed by Blue Three.

The fallen zombies indicate that this place has been attacked before.

Blue No. 3 feels that he is now numb to the stimulation of killing people, or killing things that look very similar to himself, although he still occasionally dreams about the face that first fell in front of him.

Everyone has to force themselves not to think about those things, otherwise they will drive themselves crazy sooner or later.

It was getting late, so Blue Three dragged the two bodies outside and buried them. He decided to sleep here tonight and search for the remaining supplies.

The next day.

"If no survivors are found today, I will carry this bag to find Heizi." Blue No. 3 put his hands on his waist and looked at the few things he packed up last night. It was not much. Except for the crossbow, there were also

It was just two shotguns and less than a hundred rounds of ammunition. Other than that, there were only some compressed biscuits and the like. He looked around again, scratched his head, and was debating whether to bring the chain saw.

"If there are survivors, I will take you with me." He said to the chain saw.

Then he took the crossbow and started cleaning the other part.

The trio in the basement have been trying their best to avoid eating and excreting for the past two days, and then used something to cover the smelly thing. Although there is still some looming smell, at least it will not be smoked. Black No. 3

Unable to sleep, Black Nine feels that his status has plummeted during this period. Of course, as the creator of foreign objects, Black Six is ​​also despised by Black Three, so Black Three becomes the third member of the Despair Trio.
To be continued...