Chapter 17: Can't you just surrender?

Claire held a gun in both hands, with a very experienced back on Ye Zhiqiu. This is the first time she has the opportunity to participate in a face-to-face shooting. She feels that she is much heavier than shooting the zombie group with an M4. If possible, she really hopes that those people will stop actively after seeing the threat of the gun. She has been looking forward to the appearance of this scene in her heart. She has no time to consider whether she will miss the shooting opportunity. So until the gun in Ye Zhiqiu's hand sounded, she did not realize whether she should shoot. Of course, Ye Zhiqiu would not shoot in one direction.

So Claire looked at the aggressive man in front of him in shock and suddenly exploded. His body, which had only half of his chin, paused for a moment before he collapsed softly and almost screamed. If she was given enough time to think about it, of course she could think of what Ye Zhiqiu would do. After all, when she was hostage on the road, Ye Zhiqiu did this once. But the problem was that she had no experience in this area, so she reacted slowly this time. Ye Zhiqiu's pistol suddenly rang in her ears, and it was not so scared that she hugged her head and screamed.

Ye Zhiqiu patted her on the shoulder, which scared her. Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said, "It's okay."

"No, be careful." Claire calmed down, shouted, raised his pistol, and the crowd in front of the gun separated in panic. If it had been a minute ago, this effect would not have been possible, but it was different now. Ye Zhiqiu had demonstrated to people once, and no one dared to bet on what Claire would do.

Behind the scattered crowd, a young man showed up. He was not tall, pale and thin. What made Claire nervous was that he was holding a pistol in his hand, facing them.

Originally, this person was standing behind the crowd, but no one noticed it. Now that Claire pointed it out, others also discovered it. Many people remembered that they also had guns on their side, so the scene of being suppressed by Ye Zhiqiu was a little loose, but the scene just now was too hot. Although some people saw that the firearms on their side also appeared, their power was still there, and they only dared to turn their minds on their minds with the idea of ​​Yu Yong.

"Don't worry." Ye Zhiqiu took a step forward and stood in front of Claire. Looking at the young man behind the crowd, the child's hands kept shaking. Although he held guns with both hands, his muzzle jumped to the point of pecking rice. Ye Zhiqiu was very suspicious of what he could hit at this time. By the way, he admired the courage of the onlookers. No one was trembling under the gun. He really thought that this gun could not be shot and watched the fun, right?

"Yang, put down the gun." Vincent whispered behind Ye Zhiqiu: "You can't do it."

The young man was still trembling, and even Claire was embarrassed to point the gun at him. She lowered the gun and looked at Ye Zhiqiu, hoping that he would make an idea. There were many people around them, so it would be unfavorable to continue to confront him like this.

Seeing that the two people on the opposite side didn't even raise their guns and didn't take themselves seriously, the young man was obviously very hurting his self-esteem. He was silent for a while and suddenly shouted loudly: "What should I do? Professor!"

Vincent showed a painful expression on his face, hesitating about how to give his own advice. In order not to write the book into abusive article, Ye Zhiqiu raised his hand and shot him to solve the problem. When the gunshot sounded, a woman's scream came from the corner. Someone rushed over quickly from the corner, and when he was halfway through, he was suddenly stunned.

Not only this woman who has been watching here, everyone was stunned. Ye Zhiqiu just shot one left and one right, and his habitual headshot, the scene was bloody and disgusting, and everyone could have seen the world. Even if Ye Zhiqiu broke the machine gun and broke the young man, no one would be so surprised. The problem now is that he shot with one shot and was wiped out.

Not only the onlookers, but even the young man was stunned. He kept holding a gun with his hands and stared at Ye Zhiqiu for a while. Then he heard a bang sound from somewhere. The man rolled his eyes and was dizzy.

This time, everyone's eyes looked different when they saw Ye Zhiqiu. They just knocked down directly, and now they can produce a delay effect. However, the woman just shouted again, rushed over quickly, picked up Qingtian who was lying on the ground and shouted: "Yang Chengyu."

"God." Vincent trotted over, and did not forget to whisper when he passed by Ye Zhiqiu's side: "Did you hit him?"

"I just shot his gun away." Ye Zhiqiu said: "I usually have no habit of shooting at my compatriots."

"Are you Chinese?" Vincent paused and looked back at him: "You are different from all the Chinese I have ever met."

"Of course." Ye Zhiqiu picked up his gun and followed him. Claire looked at the crowd around him vigilantly. The crowd that had already separated began to dissipate because of Ye Zhiqiu's actions and soon began to collapse. Some people finally reacted and rushed to the window to vomit. Some people stared at the minced meat that was touching from their bodies. The young man turned his eyes and was dizzy.

Vincent ran directly to the young man, checked the person who was held in the arms of the woman, asked her to put the young man flat on the ground, and said to her, "He is fine, he just fainted."

"Sorry, I didn't expect him to be so brave." Ye Zhiqiu stood beside him with a gun, feeling a little embarrassed: "His name is Yang Chengyu?" He asked the woman who ran out, the clothes she wore were very tight. Compared to that, Claire's T-shirt and jeans had to be considered cool. Moreover, her face was also very dirty, and she was painted one by one. Ye Zhiqiu couldn't see what her skin color looked like. Fortunately, the woman's hands were clean and she looked like a yellow-skinned person. And Ye Zhiqiu called out when she ran out just now. Of course, this was not very accurate. You should know that the names of people were transliterated. Although they could be distinguished by pronunciation, Ye Zhiqiu did not listen carefully at that time, and at this time he asked casually.

The woman looked up and immediately lowered her head, reached out to touch the young man's forehead, and ignored Ye Zhiqiu's inquiry. Vincent said angrily: "You almost killed him." Then he remembered what Ye Zhiqiu did just now, jumped up and shouted: "Do you know what you did just now?"

"I don't think I've forgotten." Ye Zhiqiu looked around and saw the body that was hit lying on the ground in a row. The temperature is very high now, and the smell of blood mixed with stench makes the air here unbearable. Fortunately, because the parking lots are large enough, the difference in the amount of sunlight on both sides of the building has caused a temperature difference, so the air flows very quickly, so it won't make people faint. He looked back at Vincent: "You said I need good luck, but I only have bullets left."

Vincent glared at him for a while, suddenly he breathed again and whispered: "I knew this would happen." He said: "Despair makes people lose their minds. You are no exception."

"We live under the same starry sky." Claire used his left hand to pull up the front of the T-shirt and covered his mouth and nose, and the hem showed a large piece of snow-white on his lower abdomen. After all, she had seen a bloody scene and could still hold on. She walked up and asked, "He called you a professor?"

"I am a professor of biology at the University of Southern California." Vincent looked at Claire's skin, and his heart beat suddenly faster. While cursing himself in his heart, he quickly looked down at the young people on the ground: "They are my students, like you, from China." The last sentence was said to Ye Zhiqiu.

"University of Southern California, Los Angeles?" Ye Zhiqiu had no reaction. Claire glanced at him and said to Vincent: "Unexpected."

Ye Zhiqiu reached out and pressed the young man's neck, frowned and said, "He is very weak." He looked up at Vincent sincerely: "It's not my business." Vincent spread his hands, and Dongsi caused by Claire interrupted his anger, so he had to reorganize the words.

At this moment, Claire suddenly cursed: "Hell." At the corner of the wall in the distance, a man was quickly picking up something from the ground, then holding it in his hand and pointing it at them, shouting: "Don't move."

"shit." Ye Zhiqiu saw the man's movements and knew that the man picked up a pistol that had just been knocked away by himself. The sound of landing that came from the young man before he fainted was made when the gun fell to the ground. Ye Zhiqiu and Claire both saw its landing point, and now it seems that someone else is paying attention to it.

Claire raised his pistol and confronted the man from afar, but he couldn't help but blame Ye Zhiqiu. This guy was so careless that he would not be the legendary person who would become a second-rate person when he met his compatriots.

Vincent looked back and then immediately turned back to Ye Zhiqiu. To be honest, he didn't care about the life and death of most people in the parking lot. Over the past few months, he has confident that he has seen all kinds of ugliness in the world, so if he must die, those people will also be blamed. But he saw more dangerous signals from Ye Zhiqiu. If the sins in those people are enough to cover up human nature, then the man in front of him is obviously no humanity at all. He can massacre survivors of both human beings without any scruples, just because they showed hostility towards him, and he needs an opportunity to eliminate the common dangers of all people.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the man in the distance as if nothing had happened, and looked down at the person who fainted on the ground again. The muscles on the man's face were awakening. When he opened his eyes, he happened to see Ye Zhiqiu's face with a strange smile. He was stunned for a moment, and then immediately closed his eyes tightly again as if he had seen a ghost.

Ye Zhiqiu held back his laughter and whispered: "Brother, if you want to kill someone with a short tube revolver of the 38th, you must stand at least within ten meters of the target."

The young man's body stiffened and seemed to have encountered something incredible. The woman beside him suddenly raised her head and looked at Ye Zhiqiu and shouted: "Are you Chinese?"

Ye Zhiqiu laughed. He said this sentence just now in Mandarin. Although he has been with the Beijing Military Region for many years, the ones he deals with are soldiers from all over the country. Therefore, his accent cannot hear the unique Erhua sound in Beijing dialect, but it has a very scent of the south and north. Once, when he took a train, the passenger from Wafu opposite him said that he had traveled around the north and south, and it took several hours to guess his birthplace. However, at that time, this person had already guessed nearly twenty provinces. It was too difficult to guess the area of ​​ethnic minority settlements.

Women also use Mandarin when asking questions, but their voices are a little hoarse. I have to say that no matter how the achievements of domestic higher education are, at least they have achieved remarkable results in promoting Mandarin. After four years of college, the local accent that has not been changed is definitely rare.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled at her: "Of course I am." At the same time, he found that the man on the ground opened his eyes again. Although his eyes were still a little erratic, at least he didn't have to pretend to be dizzy. Los Angeles is an American city, but there is no shortage of opportunities to see his compatriots in this city. The reason why it has the effect now is thanks to Ye Zhiqiu's performance just now.

"I don't think this is a good time to reminisce." Claire stared at the gun-carrying man in the distance and whispered: "You have to think of a solution."

"Didn't I say it just now?" Ye Zhiqiu explained: "I don't think that's dangerous."

"I hope I think so too." Claire was very dissatisfied. She couldn't understand Chinese, so she had no response to Ye Zhiqiu's words of belittling the short-pipe revolver: "This is really a good way to comfort people."

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Vincent asked, "Are you still thinking about chatting at this time? He is not Yang, he really can shoot." He couldn't understand the Chinese dialogue, but Claire did not deliberately lower his voice, so not only Vincent, but many people, including that, could hear her and Ye Zhiqiu's conversation.

"It sounds like whether we are afraid of death or not has nothing to do with whether he will shoot." Ye Zhiqiu said: "The question is, why do you know that the person who cannot shoot has a gun in his hand?"

"There is only one bullet in that gun." The woman suddenly said in Chinese.

Ye Zhiqiu raised his eyebrows and looked at her and asked, "Isn't he your companion?"

"We have no companions." The woman whispered.

Vincent frowned. He couldn't speak Chinese, but he could still guess what he wanted from the tone of the two people. In any case, she was his student and he understood her thoughts. These students from China always had an inexplicable sense of trust in their compatriots, so he immediately reminded: "Have you forgotten what happened?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, looked at Ye Zhiqiu in panic, closed her mouth and stopped talking, Ye Zhiqiu said to Vincent with dissatisfaction: "Is this a threat?"

"I'm just reminding her of what happened." Vincent replied dissatisfiedly.

"When it comes to this, I think we still have something going on, and we need to pay attention to it." Claire couldn't help saying, "Can you grasp the point?"

"You said he?" Ye Zhiqiu looked up and said to the man with regret: "Don't you think there are enough people who have died?"

"Are you scared?" The man grinned and compared with his gun: "Top your gun."

Claire swallowed nervously and turned to see Ye Zhiqiu. Ye Zhiqiu shrugged and looked up at the man: "Can't you just surrender?"

The man licked his mouth excitedly: "Isn't it better to be dead?"

"Okay." Ye Zhiqiu sighed, lowered his head and smiled at the young man on the ground, turned to Vincent and said, "I've given him a chance."

No one understood what he meant, Claire decided to solve the problem independently, she raised her gun again and shouted, "Put down the gun."

The man was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out what Ye Zhiqiu wanted to say, but it seemed that the young girl was also difficult to deal with, so he grinned and said, "Go to die." As he said that, he pulled the strike.
Chapter completed!