"A bounty of $3.8 million. "The lion king went down and cut off the ears of each trophy. Originally, he shouldn't have done this, but he was really excited to see such a large amount of loot.

But this reckless man is a little unmeticulous in doing things after all.

"Damn, it's disgusting!" the Lion King accidentally got a little green mucus on his fingers as he handled his ears, "It's not really contagious, can we?" ”

He's stained with green slime!

At the time of coming, as a large and experienced detective agency, they had been cautious. Even if she didn't know that the mucus was the most important infectious substance, and even though everyone thought that it would be like a vampire and be bitten to be infected, Monica still asked her subordinates not to easily touch the corpses of zombies for safety reasons. So the first few times I cut the ears of zombies, professionals wore gloves and masks.

"Be careful, mother! There's no testing for this filth, and the hell knows if they're sexually contagious. Even if the immunity of the supernatural warriors is amazing, don't joke with your own life!" Goliath saw this and scolded loudly.

The lion king nodded in agreement, but scolded "fake girl" in his heart. Everyone has always been in awe of Goliath, mostly because he and Monica are best friends. As supernatural warriors of the same level, the Lion King and the Tiger King have always disdained ass sellers like Goliath in private.

While Goliath was talking to the Lion King, a man not far away quietly shrank back, as if he was very afraid—Huntington of the Lizard King's Detective Agency.

When he was fighting the zombies just now, he accidentally got some green slime. Although I wiped it off immediately afterwards, I still can't help but worry after listening to Goliath's words. He immediately lowered his body and washed the back of his hand with snow water when he was not looking, which was where the mucus was stained.

But he suddenly shuddered, and his pupils contracted sharply. Because he saw a faint green color on the back of his hand, and the epidermis seemed to show some signs of slight ulcers.

Huntington rubbed his eyes with his arm in horror, but the truth cruelly told him: yes, the back of his hand was indeed green, and it was slightly eroded!

Oh no, what should I do? Huntington turned terrified. He was so arrogant when he pointed a gun at the wolf, and now he is like a pustule when he is threatened.

He wanted to howl in horror, but he was afraid that others would see him as a monster, a source of infection and isolate him, or even see him as a new zombie and be destroyed on the spot.

And what he didn't know was that because of his worry and concealment, the lion king was also harmed!

Because if he had howled out at this time, and let everyone know the terrible contagiousness of this green pus, then the lion king would have cut off that finger immediately. But Huntington chose to hide the truth until things were out of control.

At this time, although many people were in grief, Monica still ordered to hurry forward, first rushing to the building where the vampire had fired the rocket just now. It should be a nice heartland, and the corpses of vampires are worth 300,000.

The straight-line distance is not very far, but it is at least ten minutes on the ground. Huntington shivered along the way, and felt as if his body was getting colder. Slowly, even his eyes were a little dazed.

Looking down at his hand, he couldn't hold back the intense fear this time, and finally howled wildly: "Help me, am I going to die?!

This howl was like a corpse, and it frightened everyone very much. Everyone looked at him, and when they looked closely, they realized that something was slightly wrong, it seemed that Huntington's face was a little cold and blue?

No, that's a faint greenish!

"Hands, my hands!" Huntington snapped his hand. Everyone was shocked because the hand was all green, and the pus on the back of the hand was flowing out like snot.

Horton was so frightened that he took a few steps back to get away: "What's the matter with you, bitten?!"

"No, I ...... I was just...... Just touched that disgusting slime...... Help me, am I going to die......"

Everyone was surprised, and of course the lion king not far away was also shocked, and his eyes glared at his hand. This guy has rough skin and thick flesh, and he hasn't felt much of it, and his hands were a little swollen and he only thought it was frozen on a snowy day. Now when I look closely, I find that my fingers have some signs of pus, and the whole hand is a little green.

It's only been a few minutes! The lion king was stunned.

By this time, Huntington was already a little delirious, and even struggled to pounce on his companion Davis.

Under the dual effect of tremendous psychological pressure and the invasion of the brain by the virus, Huntington is completely insane. He had developed the illusion that Davis was a moving zombie.

"Let go of me, bastard, let go!" Davis yelled in horror, but it was useless, Huntington had already hugged him and even bit him in the face. His hands also grabbed his neck fiercely, and the pus on the back of his hand was everywhere.

Davis went crazy and kicked Huntington out, overwhelmed with fear. First he rubbed his sleeve hard, and then immediately knelt on the ground and washed his wounds and mucus from his neck with snow.

Huntington had let him go, but now he had pounced on Linda. Linda's eyes were round in fright, and she ran away with her head in her hands, all the way to the truck. However, Huntington is still behind.

Bang!

Monica's pistol went off, and Huntington fell to the ground.

Then came the second sound, and Davis, who was cleaning his wounds on the ground, suddenly fell to his stomach on the snow, dead and dead.

"You...... Davis at least hasn't had a seizure yet!" Houghton said in horror. Seeing his brother killed on the spot, and two in a row, Horton's breathing almost stopped.

Monica said lukewarmly: "Do you think he should be shot until he has a seizure and bites you too?"

Horton trembled and had nothing to say.

But what made him even more sad was that Monica then said to the lion king, "What about you? Why don't you cut off your arms quickly, and wait for the poison to blow all over your body?"

Horton was stunned: "Why didn't you shoot him?!"

Monica sneered: "He was poisoned in his finger, and now it looks like a hand, so let's try to cut off one hand first." But your companion Davis has venom on his neck and has been bitten by Huntington on his face, so tell me how to cut it?

Well, in such a comparison, it seems that one shot is still more merciful.

At this time, the lion king was miserable, his face was cloudy, and finally he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes: "Who is coming, hurry up and help me cut off this hand!"

This is called a strong man's broken wrist, this is called a man!

But no one is happy to start, in fact, ordinary subordinates don't dare, after all, the lion king usually has a big temper. So the lion king said angrily: "Bastard, are you waiting for Lao Tzu to poison his whole body? Goliath, you can do it!"

The cap sighed, rushed over with his sword, and slashed the lion king's hand at the neck with the sword in his hand.

The lion king suddenly screamed and scolded rude swear words such as "Goliath, you ass seller", "I grass your ass". In fact, this is all because of the pain, but it also proves that he must have thought about it in his heart, otherwise he would not have shouted so smoothly.

When Goliath heard this, he sneered and suddenly drew his sword again, and was stunned to cut off his broken arm again, this time from the elbow!

"I'm sorry, I didn't cut it clean, and there seems to be some green stuff left on my wrist. Goliath sneered and wiped his sword, "So, cut it a little more this time." Buy one, get one free, don't thank me. ”

The lion king no longer had the strength to curse this time, because he passed out directly. One is because of pain and blood loss, and the other is because of anger.

Monica looked at the situation, shook her head and arranged for a subordinate who could only shoot the most ordinary: "Now that a lot of people have died, there is one more car to be free." You drive the Lion King out to the nearest hospital. Hey, the Tiger King's foot and neck are broken, and the Lion King's hand is missing, which is really not smooth. ”

You've only lost two of your subordinates, and they're not dead, so don't you feel bad?

You must know that both the Gripon and the Raptor are left with only two people, and the rest are dead. Coincidentally, the Lizard King's Detective Agency has killed Guy, Huntington, and Davis one after another, and considering that Beyoncé is now a judge, then the Lizard King is left with Horton and Linda.

Coupled with the death of the mental detective, the casualties of others are too heavy.

Monica doesn't care about this, he thinks that since you are attached to me, you are following me as cannon fodder, and you have the ability to leave by yourself.

"In addition, it seems that Huntington and Davis's ears can be exchanged for 200,000 dollars, whether you cut it or not. ”

Die...... Horton shuddered. Bastard, do you have to cut off their ears when people are dead, it's disgusting and cruel to do that.

After that, the whole team traveled faster, and within ten minutes they had reached the building where the vampire had been. The building is preceded by a bus stop with several large buses parked.

Monica asked the people below to search for the body and take pictures to confirm it, after all, it was worth $300,000. Standing on a tall building, he observed the nearby terrain, as if looking for a reasonable tactic. Finally, when the guys from the Psychic Detective Agency found the vampire's body, Monica made up her mind.

"You guys stay here and gather the buses together to form a big platform that attracts a steady stream of zombies and zombies. Monica said, "My men are ambushing this building outside, and they're going to kill one by one." ”

"Use us as bait?" Horton couldn't hold back any longer. If the fish is big enough, it will swallow the bait mercilessly.