"Trouble ......" The man calmed down, the plan he had just thought of was ruined by his companion's impulsive attack, looking at this posture, his companion was bound to hit the muzzle of the cold season. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems that there is another person to be sacrificed in this team, and when he thought of this, his mouth involuntarily whispered.

The man scratched his hair, and as soon as he finished speaking, his companion standing on the left flashed sideways to Leng Ji's side, and the iron rod hidden behind his back flashed in the direction of the man, glowing with a cold light, and his face could almost be seen clearly.

Raising his hand, the iron rod smashed in the direction of Leng Ji's neck without hesitation.

Immediately, just as the man expected, his companion held his head high, and by his height, he stared at Leng Ji condescendingly, with a fierce gaze with murderous intent and hatred, as if he wanted to avenge his companion just now.

It was as if victory was in sight in the next moment.

Pursing his lips, silently muttering the numbers in his heart, as if counting down, the man held his iron rod tightly, his fingers reddened with force, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself from rushing forward.

The man narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

At some point, a blood-soaked gun was placed on his companion's forehead, and the heat of the muzzle seemed to have not completely subsided. From the man's point of view, it can be clearly seen that the blood of the previous person is still stuck to the muzzle.

Bang, the gunshot sounded with the man's heartbeat, even the hard bones couldn't stop the blow, the bullet quickly passed through the gun ** into the skin, and the blood splashed fell into the muzzle and was instantly evaporated by the high temperature of the gun wall.

The iron rod in his companion's hand fell to the ground in embarrassment, bounced slightly on the ground twice before it calmed down, and rolled along the ground twice in a daze, just stopping where the man's companion fell.

Another one.

Leng Ji lowered the hand holding the gun, although she rushed out of the room, but after the delay just now, she found that she didn't know when she was surrounded by this group of people again.

It seems that the situation is no different.

Leng Ji sighed inwardly, and with a twist of her wrist, she pressed the dagger she had just snatched back into the air in front of her, and it took a lot of effort for her to keep herself from retreating due to the recoil when she fired.

Even if he escaped from the room where the zombies were locked just now, at this moment, behind him, a group of people who were also as dangerous as zombies were looking at him.

Seven more people surrounded him...... No, now there are only six left, and the number of people has indeed decreased, how do you feel that the situation is even more tricky than at the beginning......

If I could, I would really like to scratch my head and complain about this problem in the cold season.

The muzzle of the hanging gun was facing the ground, the right hand holding the gun leaned towards the middle, the fingers of the left hand trembled, Leng Ji just wanted to raise his hand to pull up the pistol safe, but suddenly stopped again, and the dagger in his hand trembled with her movements.

Looking around warily, she remembered that someone in the group had seen through her actions before.

Sure enough, he just raised his eyes slightly, and a moving black shadow swept over the corner of his eye.

There was a very fast wind in my ears, and a cool breeze swept the back of my neck very quickly, and before I understood the situation, I subconsciously wanted to take a step back in the cold season.

No way...... There are people in the back.

Thinking of this, the action of the cold season was suddenly stunned, and his pupils couldn't help but dilate a little.

The center of gravity of the body has already subconsciously moved backward with the action just now.