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"This damn bastard!"

When Guo Zhenbei came to Lin Zhenglin Erye's body, Qi Jiasheng was busy.Probably Stefanie Yang could always analyze Guo Zhenbei's mood at the moment, so this order was given directly by her.

A needle pierced Lin Zheng's blood vessel. The plastic tube was connected to a bottle, and another plastic tube protruded from the mouth of the bottle.On the other end was a Coke bottle, which was squeezed flat to form a pressure difference, and the tension of the plastic bottle sucked the blood of Second Master Lin Zhenglin out of his veins.

In comparison, the amount of blood was even more than what Guo Zhenbei and the others brought back from the community hospital.The blood volume of an adult is about 7 kilograms, 4000-5000 milliliters, which is enough to fill two 2.5-liter large Coke bottles.

Guo Zhenbei came to Lin Zheng's body, looked at him and felt angry.At this moment, Lin Zheng's head was still stuck with the crossbow arrow he shot.

"Brother Zhenbei, here you are!"

At this moment, Qi Jiaqiang was still covered in black corpse fluid. In his hand was a 54 pistol with several magazines. This was Lin Zheng's weapon.In addition, there is a small-caliber steel shot pistol made of earth.Guo Zhenbei took a look at the earthen pistol in his hand, it looked like a miniature version of a double-barreled shotgun.The gun body is bent to load, and there are only two rounds of ammunition.The bullets are small-caliber cartridge cases that contain bearing steel balls.

"Fujiro, take it!"

Guo Zhenbei looked at Lin Zheng's body, and handed the pistol to Fujiro casually.He felt that it was more appropriate to give this kind of thing to a soldier.Ever since Guo Zhenbei killed someone for the first time, Fujiro, who had been by his side all the time, received the small-caliber steel shot pistol and bullets made of earth, and handed the 54 pistol to Guo Zhenbei.

"You take the gun, and turn the steel ball gun back to Xiao Lang. This thing is not very useful against zombies, but it is somewhat useful against perverts!"

"I don't want you, Nuo, the guy who just passed still has one in his hand, and my sister will ask him for it herself!"

To Fujiharu's ungrateful sister, Fujiro pouted.

"Don't forget it, I'll give it to Yanzi, she must not know what's good or bad like someone else!"

"Hmph, I won't argue with you, and I won't check when it is, and I'm still talking so much!"

After Tengqing snorted coldly, she pointed at Guo Zhenbei with her eyes, hoping that the brothers would understand that Guo Zhenbei must be in a heavy mood.

The fact is indeed so, after killing someone for the first time, Guo Zhenbei vomited.But before coming over the rope bridge, Fujiro was fortunate that he was not seen by the tattooed man who had just surrendered in front of him.

"You were the one who shot me that night, right?"

The cold-blooded tattooed man looked up at Fujiro, his face was gloomy like the sky about to snow in winter.But he didn't drop his weapon and kneel in front of Stefanie Yang begging for mercy like Luo Guangrong, the flattering tattooed man across the building.Instead, he answered two words full of bachelors, killing as soon as he wanted to, without frowning.

"it's me!"

"Well, I knew it was you kid!"

Before Fujiro spoke again, he threw him a cigarette.You must know that at this time, cigarettes are definitely in short supply.If Guo Zhenbei and the others hadn't cleaned up all the fifth floors, the cigarettes wouldn't be open and smoked casually.

The cold-blooded tattooed man didn't speak, he reached out to take it, lit the zippo on Fujiro's hand, took a deep breath, and then spat it out long.

"call……"

"Hey, it's been a few days!"

Fujiro stared at the cold-blooded tattooed man, but he didn't mean to kill him.Guo Zhenbei made it clear before coming here that there are not many Chinese in the world right now.And according to speculation, if Stefanie Yang's analysis is correct.Then perhaps the Chinese nation, once the most populous, has now become the most dangerous place in the world because of the weakest defense and the former population.

"If you can't kill, don't kill!"

Since Guo Zhenbei gave the order immediately, Fujiro would not violate the order in accordance with the habits of soldiers.

"Yeah, it's been a long time. This community is full of rich people, and there are many bastards who are afraid of death!"

Looking at the cold-blooded tattooed man, who wanted cigarettes but not his life, Fujiro Naojo.

"Haha, who said no, we didn't find a cigarette dealer, and we didn't smoke enough!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man didn't take Fujiro's affection because of the cigarettes. Instead, he took a look at Lin Zheng who was contributing the last drop of blood from his body, then frowned and puffed on the cigarette in his hand desperately.

"I was the only one who hit you that day. I'm not afraid of death, but when I finish smoking this cigarette, hit me on the head. Don't let me suffer too much!"

Looking at Lin Zheng's body again, he swallowed his cigarette even more gulpingly.

"And there is less bleeding from the head...you...you want blood to deal with those zombies!"

Fujiro put his hands on his hips, posing as a victor.

"Hey, you are really uneducated. That stuff is called zombies. Have you never watched "Resident Evil" and "The Walking Dead"? Oh, you have a good head, but your head is a bit muddy. Let me tell you about the international trend, and give you that Get your brains open. Right now, the world's governments may no longer exist, but if our judgment is correct, the virus should come from the Fusang Empire... and they have been prepared for a long time, and I am afraid they have the most survivors. Can you What do you think, I am afraid that we will face another 8-year war of resistance against Japan!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man looked up at the clear sky, as if begging God.

"Brother, please, what age is this, do you only think of me as a Jiang bandit? I know you have been a soldier, so there is no need to launch a political offensive against me. Well, I understand, if you let me If you live, I will do it for you!"

The unexpected happiness of the cold-blooded tattooed man makes Fujiro, who has watched too many old movies, very unhappy, and his ostentatious speeches are not enjoyable.

"You bastard, if you didn't have a brain, how could you follow a bastard like Lin Zheng!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man knew that he would not die. He glanced at Guo Zhenbei, but he didn't see him objecting to his guess. He knew in his heart that his little life was probably saved.So he slowed down smoking, and then he made the only request.

"Well, as long as you control food, housing, and smoking, you can do what you are asked to do, and you can kill whoever you are told to kill. There is absolutely no difference! But boy Teng, I'm afraid you are not the big brother! I just listen to the big brother, you ... or wash up and sleep!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man sneered, apparently not taking Fujiro's self-proclaimed title of "instructor".This made Fujiro feel that he should give him more lessons.

"Hmph, you bastard, haven't you heard that our People's Liberation Army has instructors? If it's not ideological awareness..."

The cold-blooded tattooed man threw away his cigarette butt, and reached out to Fujiro again.

"I said boy, it's business to give my brother another cigarette!"

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