My ten thousand ways to die in the end

Chapter 6 If He Can Come, I Can Call Him Daddy!

At this moment, a fat man suddenly rushed out of the office cubicle next to him.

He is in his early twenties, slightly fat, and wears baggy casual clothes.

As soon as he came out, he pointed at Ma Dacheng's nose and cursed:
"You black-hearted bearded man, this is the end of the day and you are still so black-hearted.

Isn't it safe for us to hide here for the time being?As for going to Huo Huo's house? "

Ma Dacheng's face darkened instantly:
"Dong Xiaobai, let me tell you, it's the end of the day, and your father who is an official doesn't know if he's alive yet, so I don't necessarily want to give you any more face!

A second-generation official who achieves nothing, what is he pretending to do every day! "

Dong Xiaobai became even angrier when he heard this.

"What's the matter with the second generation of the official, at least the second generation of the official has a conscience, which is better than you, a black-hearted dog!"

"Go and tie him up, don't dare to scream and throw him out to feed the zombies!"

"I see who dares!...Let go of me, I remember you..."

Although Dong Xiaobai didn't want to join forces with him, he was outnumbered, and was soon beaten up with bruises and swollen face, and tied to the corner of the wall.

A pair of small eyes still glared at the crowd fiercely, refusing to give in at all.

……

In the cold wind, Xu Fei was dozing off while sitting on the balcony.

"Snapped"

The sound of glass shattering came from downstairs, waking him up.

This sound was extremely piercing in the silent night, and the surrounding zombies immediately began to rush downstairs.

Xu Fei hurriedly went to the balcony to take a closer look.

Soon, he suddenly saw an unknown object flying in the night.

With quick eyes and quick hands, the spider silk shot out.

He intercepted the object in mid-air, held it in his hand, and saw that it was a beer bottle?
It's so late at night, throwing a beer bottle and looking for death?
Within two seconds, another beer bottle drew an arc in the air.

Xu Fei quickly caught it, another beer bottle?

Next, he swayed left and right like an acrobat, using the ejected spider silk to grab all the beer bottles.

Now he could see clearly.

The source of the beer bottles turned out to be the eighth floor of the office building across the street!

Good guy, you actually plotted against me!

The clay figurine also has three points of anger.

He didn't provoke anyone, and was framed suddenly, Xu Fei's heart suddenly became angry.

He stuck a beer bottle with spider silk, and it spun wildly behind his head like a meteor hammer, making the whistling sound of wind.

The kinetic energy of the beer bottle is getting bigger and bigger!

Xu Fei's eyes were like torches, staring at the opposite building, constantly adjusting his position and increasing his strength.

Release your hand!
Like a cannonball, the bottle was shot straight into the French windows on the eighth floor.

"boom!"

"what!"

Immediately, there were shattering glass and screams in the night sky.

There were no beer bottles to continue to lure, and the group of zombies downstairs gradually dispersed quietly.

This time, the crisis can be regarded as temporarily lifted.

But how can I not return it after suffering a loss!

Xu Fei sneered:
"I want to see, what the hell are you doing!"

He piled up the beer bottles on the balcony, lifted the watermelon machete next to him, and shot out spider silk again, hooking the street lamp beside the street.

Using the street lamps on both sides of the road as pedals, he quickly climbed to the side of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the eighth floor like a spider, fixed his body with spider silk, and eavesdropped on the wall.

In the office, Ma Dacheng covered his bloody forehead and wailed in a low voice.

Outside, there was the frantic knocking of zombies on the door.

He screamed just now, which had already alarmed the zombies outside, but now he didn't dare to make a sound at all.

"Asshole, doesn't that guy sleep at night!"

He was extremely upset that the plan had failed.

The secretary next to him said with some concern:
"Mr. Ma, that person seems to be really powerful. He even threw back the beer bottle. What if he wants to settle accounts with us?"

The zombies outside have not been solved yet, and a strong enemy has been provoked here.

Everyone was a little flustered.

Mr. Ma was feeling depressed, and when he heard the secretary say such frustrating words, he slapped him directly.

"Clap" sound.

Immediately, a five-fingerprint swelled up on the secretary's delicate face, and tears flowed down her face, which was extremely miserable.

Ma Dacheng cursed:
"You are afraid of a ball! There is such a distance in the middle, and there are zombies, can he come over?
If he can come over, I will kneel down and call him daddy!
You bastard, wait until midnight to throw it away. If you can’t make it today, continue tomorrow night. I don’t believe he won’t sleep! "

In the corner, Dong Xiaobai, with a bruised nose and swollen face, looked at Ma Dacheng, who was bleeding head and bleeding, and laughed.

"I'll just say you don't deserve retribution for this black-hearted thing, you know how to deceive people every day.

If I were that buddy, I would come over and chop you into a pulp on the spot! "

Ma Dacheng was already furious in his heart, but now he couldn't restrain his anger even more.

"I'm going to throw you out to feed the zombies now!"

As he said, he walked over in two steps, grabbed Dong Xiaobai's collar, and was about to drag him out.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw a black figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the one-meter-long watermelon knife in his hand shone coldly under the moonlight.

Chilling!

"You... who are you?"

Ma Dacheng felt a little hairy in his heart, and asked bravely.

The man slowly left the floor-to-ceiling windows and sat down on the sofa next to him. The moonlight came in, and everyone could see his face clearly.

This is a young man in his early twenties with a handsome face and cold eyes.

He gently placed the watermelon knife on the table in front of him, and took out a beer bottle from the empty box next to it.

"Didn't you throw a bottle at my house? I have to come and thank you."

The people standing in the whole studio immediately felt their shirts go cold.

It's over, what they were worried about finally happened!

Someone really came to the door and brought a bloody watermelon knife. The black blood stains on it didn't know whether it was from a person or a zombie. It seems that nothing can be done today.

Ma Dacheng has experienced a lot of this kind of door-to-door seeking trouble.

Quickly wiped off the blood on his head, and walked over with a smile:
"Oh, this is really a big water rushing into the Dragon King Temple, a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding.

We just wanted to lure away the zombies in the building, but we didn't expect to throw them in front of my brother's house. I'm here to apologize to my brother. "

Ma Dacheng walked over with a hippie smile.

Xu Fei sneered, grabbed the beer bottle in his hand, and swung it violently.

"Snapped"

The beer bottle bloomed on Ma Dacheng's head, and blood flowed out immediately.

He was in excruciating pain, but he covered his mouth and dared not make a sound.

The scream just now has alarmed the zombies outside, if they scream again, they will all die.

Xu Fei casually picked up a box of beer bottles from the corner and put it on the tea table.

said laughingly:
"How can an apology be insincere.

How about this, you smashed all the beer bottles with your big head, and I forgive you. "

Ma Dacheng covered his bloody head, his eyes were full of panic.

With so many bottles, if he smashed them all with his head, he would be a vegetable if he didn't die!
He quickly cast his eyes on the colleagues next to him, hoping that they would say something nice.

The female secretary immediately understood:
"Brother, he ordered them all, and has nothing to do with us. We are all just poor migrant workers."

What about the face!

(End of this chapter)