Global wasteland: I hid in an air-raid shelter to build a nuclear bomb

Chapter 64 "My surname is Sun, my first name is not too late. Call me Sun not too late."

The man froze for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Why are you going?"

"What you're asking is not nonsense. In this world, if we don't fight monsters, can we still go to work?"

"Fighting monsters?" A gleam of light flashed in the man's eyes: "So you are the group of people from yesterday?"

"Why, have you seen us?"

"I didn't see it, but when I came here yesterday on a motorcycle, I saw the corpses of monsters everywhere, so I knew there were powerful people around here."

"At that time, I wanted to go to the pile of corpses to see if there were any props that were missed, but unfortunately there were too many monsters later, so I had to withdraw first."

"Later, I looked for you in the vicinity, and asked several people if they knew there was a group of powerful people nearby. I found several of you who were all wilted eggplants. When they saw me, they ran away."

"The only person with a broken arm saw that I didn't run away, but this person seemed to be a little out of sorts. He didn't smoke when I gave him a cigarette, and just kept staring at me like I owed him millions. If I come out, I will leave immediately.”

"You looking for us?" Lao Yang frowned slightly: "Why are you looking for us?"

"You guys are strong."

"Want to seek asylum?"

"No." The man shook his head and then coughed, then suddenly started roaring along with the accompaniment.

"The blue dragon goes out to sea and the tiger roars, forcing me to unsheath my treasured sword!"

"I want you all to know, to know my madness and arrogance!"

At this time.

"Suddenly."

Bullets ricocheted beside the man.

Lao Yang took an automatic rifle from his arms, aimed at the man, and said with a gloomy expression, "Say human words to me."

The man licked the corner of his mouth unsatisfactorily: "I mean, everyone is told that in this world full of life-and-death crises, their lives are quite unhappy, and the day and night are at stake, so I think the powerful people should unite, so that Everyone has a higher chance of surviving."

"not happy?"

Lao Yang glanced at the stereo on the motorcycle with a gloomy face: "I see you are singing very happily."

"Of course I'm happy, my dream is to walk the world alone with a sword and a horse!"

"I just didn't expect that this dream would come true so abruptly."

"You know, which man doesn't yearn to go around the world alone with a sword and a horse."

"I don't yearn for it."

The man looked at the old sheep speechlessly: "Aren't you a bar, you don't say you yearn for anything I say."

"Do you have a name?"

At this time, Chen Fa suddenly looked at the man and asked.

"That's what you're talking about." The man squeezed his throat lightly: "Of course there's a name."

"Just call me MC Zilong."

"Oh, I knew it."

Chen Fa sighed suddenly, raised the machine gun in his hand again, aimed at the man, and put his finger on the trigger: "Go to Hades and ask him to take you to the Three Realms."

"Living in the world is too inferior to you."

"Don't, don't, don't," the man said hastily, "I'll say it well, say it well. My surname is Sun, so it's not too late."

"You can call me Sun Buchi or Buchi, and of course you can call me MC Zilong."

Chen Fa sighed again. After thinking for a while, he lightly rubbed his temples, and strode forward: "Lao Yang, take him with you."

"it is good."

"Let's go."

Lao Yang was holding an automatic rifle, staring at Sun Buchi who was carrying a shotgun, and said with a sneer, "What are you doing, isn't it helping each other?"

"I think I may have found the wrong person."

"That's right, it's us."

"By the way." A hint of curiosity flashed across Ah Huang's eyes suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Sun Buchi: "What song did you sing just now? It's quite nice, and I feel very imposing."

"Really?" A gleam of light flashed in Sun Buchi's eyes, he turned to look at Ah Huang and said excitedly, "Friend, friend, haven't you heard it before?"

"I can't."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, I will teach you."

"It's called shouting wheat. It's actually very simple. You can sing even if you're tone-deaf. You just need to have the momentum in place, and then add some tricks, such as suppressing the voice. Let's suppress the voice."

Lao Yang looked at Sun Buchi expressionlessly: "Can you shut up?"

"Ok."

Sun Buchi licked the corners of his mouth eagerly: "Didn't I think that this little brother has never heard of shouting Mai before, and I want to teach him."

The corner of Lao Yang's mouth twitched slightly: "Tell me, when you shout these things, is there really no embarrassment at all, isn't there any embarrassment at all?"

"No, how imposing."

"You know, which man doesn't like to shout Mai."

Lao Yang took a deep breath, feeling mentally tormented, put his cheek on Sun Buchi's forehead and roared angrily, "I don't like it!"

Sun Buchi shrank his neck and muttered softly: "If you don't like it, you don't like it. Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"call."

Lao Yang took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the irritable emotions in his heart. Although he didn't know why Brother Fa left this person, since he stayed, he still had to find out first.

After silently chanting Amitabha Hallelujah a few times in my heart, I felt a little calmer before I asked, "Driving a big car is considered a high-income group, right? Why do high-income groups like to shout things like wheat?"

"What do you mean?" Sun Buchi was stunned for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves excitedly and was about to start a debate: "You are discriminating, do you know that?"

"What's wrong with shouting Mai, what is it that high-income groups don't like shouting Mai?"

"Are you discriminating against low-income groups, or are you discriminating against Yaomai?"

"your kind"

"Snapped."

Before he finished speaking, Lao Yang suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself.

The old sheep with a slap mark on his cheek stared at Sun Buchi expressionlessly and said: "I was wrong, from now on I will tell you one more word: I am your grandson."

"Shut up for me too, if you talk again, I'll give you a shuttle."

"Oh." Sun Buchi shrank his neck and whispered, "Why are you so impatient."

soon.

A group of people walked to the T-junction yesterday.

Chen Fa leaned on a cane with one hand and looked at the street on the other side. There should be many monsters in this street, but he is not sure.

After all, the survivors are also hiding in the house.

No one knows whether there is a person or a monster behind the door.

But even if there are survivors, there are not many, after all, this is too close to Long Shao's shelter, and most of them should have passed the day before yesterday.

It's just that it's not clear how many people are still alive in Long Shao's shelter.

After all, when they left the prison the day before yesterday, although the monsters dispersed in that prison, no one was heard.

"Here."

Chen Fa took out a few blood bags from his bosom and stuffed them into Sun Buchi's hands: "Go, save some, there are not many bags left for this thing."

(End of this chapter)