The motorcycle team not only kills living corpses, but also kills living people.

Although only a few people started killing people, the others remained unmoved and acted as if they were used to it, which was enough to show that this was not an accident, but a plan that they had arranged long ago.

Seeing this, Wang Ye, who was originally thinking about going over to say hello, was immediately confused.

But it didn't matter that he was confused, the more important thing was that he was looking around.

A man in the motorcycle team looked up and happened to see Wang Ye.

"There are still people alive in that house."

Although he didn't hear the sound, when he saw the man raising his hand and pointing at himself, Wang Ye still subconsciously made up the sound.

Fortunately, the motorcycle team didn't take Wang Ye too seriously. After discovering him, two motorcycles carrying three people came over.

Wang Ye subconsciously ran back to the bedroom, preparing to jump off the second floor along the escape route he had prepared earlier.

But when he was about to jump, he reacted.

There was a motorcycle on the opposite side, and he couldn't outrun the one on the opposite side.

In the current situation, what he should do is:

Counterattack the opponent.

Carrying the schoolbag that had shrunk by two-fifths on his back, Wang Ye moved the dressing table in the bedroom to the stairway and placed it out of sight on the first floor.

He waited for a while, and then three men wearing helmets filed in from the window on the first floor.

No one was left to guard the motorcycle.

Wang Ye narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Why are you killing people?"

"Because we are not here to save you losers."

The man in the lead replied casually, his voice full of cruelty.

"I'm different! I'm not an old man, I'm still young, I can join you!" Wang Ye pretended to be excited.

"Haha, it's useless. The boss said we won't accept outsiders. We are not saviors and we don't need outsiders to distribute supplies——"

"Stop talking nonsense and kill him quickly."

The man following behind interrupted the chatter.

But two sentences were enough for Wang Ye to judge the following of this group of people.

It turned out to be a group of organized anti-social elements. As soon as the apocalypse came, they had an apocalyptic mentality of killing people and grabbing food. Wang Ye estimated that these people were either gang members or prisoners in prison.

At this time, the man in front had already reached the stairs and stepped up the stairs with his left foot.

Wang Ye took a deep breath, lifted the dressing table next to him and threw it down.

The man at first was stunned and raised his hands to block, but his body fell backwards under the impact.

The person behind him subconsciously reached out to help him and supported his back.

But Wang Ye just stepped on the sill of the steps, swooped down in the air like an eagle, and jumped above several people.

He stepped on the edge of the dressing table, bent his legs and pressed down, completely overturning the two people who were unstable. Then he kicked off again and shot towards the third person who was last.

The man probably hadn't reacted yet and was stunned on the spot.

But he was wearing a helmet, so it was difficult to wipe his neck. Wang Ye had to have a little more trouble. He grabbed the fruit knife with his left hand and stabbed it into his chest. While flying back with the man, he also took advantage of the force to twist around and hit the ground with his feet.

The rear posture changes to feet in front.

Then he hit the living room door and bent his legs to absorb the momentum.

But Wang Ye twisted around too hard and held on to the handle of the fruit knife with his left hand, breaking the fruit knife in half, leaving the blade stuck in the man's chest.

Throwing away the handle of the knife, Wang Ye picked up the homemade weapon that the third person had dropped on the ground—a butcher knife inserted into a PVC pipe—and stabbed him in the heart.

After all, he was good at using his hands. Just now, he had just made a big effort, and it looked like he was doing it smoothly. However, although the fruit knife was stabbed into the chest, it was crooked and did not hit the heart.

But it's okay, he will also make a last-ditch attack.

Pulling out the butcher's knife, Wang Ye immediately killed the other two people without stopping.

At this time, the other two people were knocked over and fell to the ground, and they didn't even get up.

But the second person, the one who said not to talk nonsense before, reacted very quickly and rolled to the side to avoid Wang Ye.

Only the first person was left. Although he heard the screams of the third person and knew that the situation was not good, he could not avoid it because the dressing table was pressed against him.

When he opened the dressing table, Wang Ye had already killed him before he even got up.

The long-handled butcher knife slashed down and chopped off his right arm.

While screaming, Wang Ye gently raised the long-handled pig-killing knife, shook his hand, and stabbed his heart diagonally.

In the blink of an eye, the motorcycle team came to kill the three people who killed Wang Ye, and only the last one in black clothes was left, who had just gotten up from the ground.

"You bastard!"

He let out an angry shout, but unfortunately it was just incompetent rage.

Because the man in black rolled on the spot in a hurry, and although he avoided Wang Ye, he dropped his weapon.

Wang Ye kicked back all the weapons scattered on the ground, then raised his long-handled butcher knife and swept it towards the man in black.

The man in black quickly stooped and stepped back.

Although Wang Ye immediately turned his wrist to lower the knife after seeing this, he was not very good at controlling long-handled weapons after all, and his change of moves was not sensitive, so he only let the butcher knife hit the helmet of the man in black.

Because the man in black was retreating, the knife didn't even manage to cut through his helmet, and he slipped away after a knock.

Wang Ye frowned subconsciously.

The man in black hurriedly retreated to the sofa and threw all the debris on the table in front of the sofa at Wang Ye.

Wang Ye didn't take it seriously. He moved his feet and took a step to the right to avoid the various debris that was originally coming towards him.

Then he stopped acting cool, grabbed the long-handled butcher knife, and stabbed the man in black honestly.

The man in black panicked and didn't choose a way out. He felt that he was within Wang Ye's attack range if he hid left and right, so he jumped back and jumped onto the wooden sofa.

Seeing this, Wang Ye, who had originally held back three of his strength, no longer held back, twisted his waist, poured all his strength into the weapon in his hand, and stabbed forward.

Even though the man in black tried his best to dodge, Wang Ye still stabbed him in the abdomen, stabbed him directly through him, and even drove him into the wall.

"Asshole..."

In the murmur of the man in black, who seemed unwilling to admit the reality, Wang Ye let go of the long-handled butcher knife, then wiped his right hand on his thigh and pulled out the second fruit knife.

He took three steps at a time, jumped onto the sofa, and stabbed the fruit knife into the heart of the man in black.

The man in black subconsciously grabbed Wang Ye's right hand with both hands.

But after a long time, maybe a minute, his hands finally lost their strength and fell down weakly.

Only his body was left, still leaning against the wall.

At this time, Wang Ye took out a breath and said:

"You're right, stop talking nonsense."

"So I can only wait until now to say, murderers will always be killed."

He pulled out a fruit knife, then a long-handled butcher knife, and jumped back to the ground from the sofa.

Without the external force to fix his body, the body of the man in black slowly slid down. First he knelt on the wooden sofa, then fell forward. After his upper body fell, his helmet hit the ground with a dull sound.

——It’s like kowtowing too hard.

The body of the man in black was about to continue to slide down, but Wang Ye put his foot on the helmet and used a little force to fix the body into a strange posture of kneeling on the sofa with his head on the ground.
Chapter completed!