Being obsessed with killing, I became a knife crusher

Mo Yin said in a low voice that he was not a rescue team himself and would only take away survivors who were useful to him. Using the name of commander might cause the survivors to misunderstand something.

"Yes."

HK416 nodded without hesitation, while MDR shrugged.

"There is a certain possibility that there are zombies inside the building, otherwise they would have run out to see us. Be careful and don't be careless."

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Let Miss MDR teach these stinking garbage a lesson."

MDR returned the sword to Mo Yin, then stepped forward and took the lead into the museum.

Chapter No.16: First encounter with survivors

"416, you don't need to hold me up. You should also enter the combat alert state. I just have a little pain in my hand and there are no other injuries on my body."

Mo Yin, who sheathed his sword, said calmly, not wanting MDR to be attacked by zombies due to his negligence.

HK416 hesitated for a moment, then held the gun in his hand again.

Da da da......

MDR's crisp gunshots rang out in the empty space of the museum, and a zombie wearing a security uniform fell down.

Moyin followed MDR and exchanged a collection on the booth to the system.

At the same time, system transactional reminders sounded in the brain.

"Ding, the Ming Dynasty Erlong Playing Pearl Glazed Wall | Heart is worth thirteen thousand resource points."

"Wow! Got rich!"

Hearing the system beep, Moyin's eyes turned into two money symbols. This antique is a vaccine!It's true that I came here by myself. If I get a few more items, I can upgrade the system and improve the food level of MDR and the others.

With MDR leading the way and HK416 at the rear, Moyin quickly plundered all the items in the exhibition hall on the first floor.

The automatic harvesting machine was also smashed by HK416 with the butt of the gun, and then Moyin put the snacks and drinks inside into the storage space.

After clearing away the zombies wandering in the corridor on the third floor, the three came to a room labeled the curator's office.

Looking at the resource points that had soared to 34, Mo Yin's heart skipped a beat.

I can be said to be a gangster who robbed the entire museum... If the museum curator were to drop him down and see... all the antiques were gone, he would definitely become suspicious.

For a moment, Mo Yin had the idea of ​​turning around and leaving.

There is no doubt that it is not a good idea to open the door and come into contact with survivors.

"The gunshots have stopped and the sounds of zombies have disappeared. It must be JC who has come to rescue us. Quickly remove the obstacles blocking the door!"

Then there was a messy and heavy sound inside the room.

A black emotion rose from Mo Yin's heart.

Mo Yin waved to MDR, and MDR jumped back to Mo Yin lightly.

"What's the point of calling the great Miss MDR?"

"Will the automatic control system you carry prevent you from attacking humans?"

"Without this system, as long as there is an order from you, Commander, even the human Miss MDR can be easily killed."

"Me too, Yin, why don't you ask me."

HK416 also cast his gaze over and asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Huh? Because I know you can..."

"That's it."

HK416 accepted Merbank’s explanation.

"Why ask this question?"

Mo Yin was suddenly stunned. He... was he actually thinking of killing people and silencing them just now?

The world view of the apocalypse... I, who just killed the zombies with my own hands, seemed to have become a little despicable...

But if the curator manages to live in a place where the legal system still exists, and reports the incident, he may be wanted...

"Commander, you don't have to answer this question if you don't want to, but don't worry, as long as I have your order, I can pull the trigger no matter who it is."

HK416 came close to Mo Yin's ear, and the words accompanied by the faint fragrance reached Mo Yin's ears.

"Sorry, I'll tell you later."

Mo Yin shook his head and waved away the evil thoughts that arose in his heart.

Obviously there are other ways, leave some food for the curator and pretend that he doesn't know what's going on in the museum below. For the sake of helping him, the museum curator probably won't stab him in the back. of.

With any luck, they won't even notice the museum's disappearance.

Thinking of this, Mo Yin took out a schoolbag from the storage space, stuffed some puffed food and drinks from the automatic harvesting machine, and a few buckets of instant noodles into it, and then put it on his back.

If you take something directly from the storage space and give it to them, that would be too suspicious, and even a fool can tell that there is something weird about you.

A few minutes later, the office door was opened, and then Moyin saw five people.

Among them were three middle-aged men in their 30s, one of whom was wearing a security uniform with a bloody baton hanging from his waist.

Among the other two women, one is a working woman wearing a standard pink OL outfit. She looks to be about 26 or seven years old, and her exquisite makeup cannot hide the beauty on her face.

The other is a hot girl wearing a low-slung camisole, a miniskirt, and her legs wrapped in black stockings, exuding a seductive aura.

That beautiful figure couldn't help but make Mo Yin, a virgin, take a second look.

But then his eyes moved to the man next to him.

A young man with a hungry wolf tattooed on his arm and a chain around his waist was standing next to the hot girl. The two seemed to be a couple.

However, Moyin felt that these two people were completely inconsistent with the atmosphere of the museum.

Would the gangsters and the Spice Girls have the leisure and elegance to go to the museum to look at antiques... He wouldn't believe it to death. They were probably the ones who escaped here.

All of them looked pale and haggard, obviously they had been hungry for a while.

"Hello, Miss J|C, I am Wang Bo, the security captain of this museum."

Wang Bo, who was wearing a baton, showed a flattering smile and stretched out his hand to shake hands with HK416, who looked the most serious.

"Stay where you are."

HK416 raised his gun and turned on the safety, causing the five people to raise their hands in fright.

"Have any of you been bitten or scratched by zombies? If so, retreat to the window. If you don't cooperate, I will kill you immediately."

HK416 said coldly.

"Please please don't worry, Miss J|C, no one of us was injured, and no one dares to leave that kind of monster in the room."

"Please remove the muzzle of the gun, and we will take off our clothes for you to inspect."

Wang Bo breathed a sigh of relief and took a step back to show that he was not hostile.

"Hey, what's your attitude? Shouldn't you, the People's Liberation Army, be here to rescue us? Are you here so late to check if there are any injuries on our bodies?"

"And there are only two women and a little kid here. Tsk, tsk, how can you protect the five of us?"

The tattooed young man contradicted with dissatisfaction.

"Xu Qing! Please be quiet, how can you talk to Miss J|C like this!"

Security captain Wang Bo was startled, walked to Xu Qing and pulled him back with an apologetic smile.

"We are not the police or a rescue team. Remember this. They are just my personal guards. We have no obligation to protect you from leaving."

Mo Yin glanced at Xu Qing coldly and said calmly.

Chapter No.17 Team Maintainer

When Wang Bo said that all the other staff of the museum were dead, he was relieved. The security captain would not report the museum being vacated. After all, this was not his job.

He has begun to think about whether he should have too much contact with these people.

He was too preoccupied with calculating the benefits of coming to the museum, and didn't think about what to do if he encountered survivors.

But right now, there is plenty of time for him to consider this.

During this period, HK416 also checked that there were no wounds on several people, and then removed the muzzle of the gun.

"You said...what? You are not J|C? Then why do you have guns?"

Another middle-aged man, about 40 years old, said in shock, and then doubted in disbelief.

"This is not something you can know. We have cleaned up the zombies inside the museum building. Let's treat it as a benefit to you. See you again if we are destined."

After Mo Yin finished speaking, he planned to leave. Just kidding, he now has 34 resource points. He is eager to find a safe place to first inject a genetic modification fluid that requires [-] resource points to strengthen himself, and then draw a tactical doll to expand it. Standing strength.

There is absolutely no reason to deal with these survivors.

"Wait, can you give me some food? I've been hungry for two days. I can buy it with you."

The working woman in pink OL clothing stepped forward and planned to grab Mo Yin's clothes. However, MDR's gun had already been pointed at the center of her forehead before that, and the OL woman was immediately frightened to the point where she did not dare to move.

"There is no need for money. For the sake of fellow survivors, I can leave you some food, but not much, because I don't have much."

Moyin reached out and pressed MDR's gun, then showed a kind smile.

He himself follows the principle of dealing with others only if they don't offend me and I won't offend others. It wouldn't be a bad thing if a few more humans could survive.

He took off his backpack, took out two buckets of instant noodles and three bags of puffed food, and handed them to the OL woman.

"Thank you very much.."

The OL working woman said movedly.

Mo Yin smiled. This meal would only restore some energy to these five people at most.

"Then can you share some food with us?"

Looking at the food in the OL woman's hands, Wang Bo swallowed his saliva and looked at Mo Yin pleadingly.

"That's the food for you."

Mo Yin pointed to the instant noodles placed by the OL woman on the table and said calmly.

"Are you kidding? How can we have enough food for the five of us? If you give me more, there must be a lot of food in the two bags she is carrying."

The hot girl next to Xu Qing suddenly became angry, and when she was about to imitate Mo Yin, she stopped when she saw the black muzzle of the gun.

She can feel the will of HK416, and if she takes another step forward, she will really pull the trigger without hesitation.

The OL working woman also turned pale. She originally thought she could have a full meal, but she didn't expect that this was food for five people.

"Sorry, sorry, Yang Ziying is still an ignorant girl, don't get to know her."

Wang Bo pulled the hot girl off and apologized to smooth things over.

"It's okay. After all, the situation outside is difficult for everyone, so we'll meet again by fate."

Mo Yin turned around and prepared to leave.

He could tell at a glance that this small group was maintained by Wang Bo, and these two thorns were obviously not good people, and he did not intend to have anything to do with them.

The other party only said a few words, and he did not intend to directly order HK416 to kill.

"Brother, hey, brother, um, brother, don't leave yet. It's almost noon. You also need to find a safe place to eat, right?"

"We still have boiled hot water in the water dispenser here. Can you please fix it here and tell us about the situation outside while eating instant noodles?"

"We promise not to ask anything we shouldn't."

Wang Bo looked at Mo Yin and asked seriously.

From the fact that none of the three were wearing uniforms and the weapons were very different, he knew that Moyin was not lying to him.

Judging from the actions of the two gun-wielding girls, it is obvious that Moyin has the upper hand among the three.

This also made Wang Bo feel a little relieved. After all, among the three of them, Mo Yin seemed to be the most talkative.

However, while he was lying on the window just now, he saw this young man hacking two zombies alive with the samurai sword hanging on his waist, and he did not dare to underestimate Mo Yin.

"Hmm...Okay then, just let us borrow some water."

Mo Yin hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the curator's office.