Whether it is a soldier or a policeman, Zuo Anan actually admires and respects.

At the beginning of the last days, it was these armed forces that protected the people from facing the cruel disaster environment, they were brave, fearless, rushed to the front line, had strong organization and discipline, and had strong mobility, driving here and there every day, and I don't know how many people they saved; And in the makeshift base, they are the steel walls that keep the sharp teeth and claws of those monsters out.

Although Zuo Anan suffered misfortune, she also knew that if there were no people, she would not even have room to breathe, once facing a real threat of death, Tong Jiakun didn't look at how deep his obsession with himself was, but he must not hesitate to abandon himself.

It's a pity that later, the whole country is like a plate of scattered sand, and any army and government have become private weapons for individuals and various forces to seek benefits, and have lost their sacredness, while heroes have sprung up among the survivors, and civil forces have scrambled to grow, and their dependence on these state apparatus has gradually decreased.

Zuo Anan knew that these were inevitable, she didn't curse and complain about beating to death with a stick like others, she was still grateful to the early military and police forces, but this Lu Jing in front of her seemed to subvert her cognition.

"If you mess up the task and don't know how to reflect, you will only hold on to a law-abiding citizen and show your ridiculous superiority twice, how can your IQ be worthy of this majestic certificate?"

Zuo An'an's eyes sharpened: "Say, why do you have to target me?" ”

Lu Jing's chest kept rising and falling, and the blood left on her forehead made her expression more and more hideous: "Don't talk nonsense, if you have the guts, you will kill me, do you dare, shoot!" ”

Zuo An stared at her quietly, and after two seconds said, "If I let you go, you won't give up, right?" ”

Lu Jing sneered, as if to say, it's good if you know.

"That's a pity...... Zuo An'an wiped his hand on the side of his trouser pocket and grabbed a dagger.

Lu Jing's pupils shrank suddenly: "You dare?!" ”

Zuo An'an looked up at the dark night sky with only a few stars, his expression was calm and lonely, faintly revealing a blood-colored ruthlessness.

If there really is a god in this world, between heaven and earth, forgive me.

She closed her eyes and swung her dagger down.

"Ahh I was wrong, I was wrong! Help me! Spare me, please! Please! Mommy ......"

The sharp blade of the dagger was no more than an inch away from her throat, Zuo An'an stared at her deeply, suddenly turned his hand, cut off the hem of her uniform, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth, and then clasped her shoulder, clicked, and instantly removed her shoulder joint, then the other shoulder joint, two knee joints......

When doing all this, she seems to be back to the past, when she is disobedient, when she fails to escape, Tong Jiakun will do this to her, he unloads her whole body joints, making her like a pitiful soft worm, can only snuggle at his feet, and later he found that this is not very useful, he directly began to dismantle her bones.

One by one, one by one, the blood was dripping and the pain was heart-wrenching.

However, when he found that this was not enough to bring her to her knees, he began to mentally blow her and make her the dirtiest, most shameful woman in the whole world.

The more Zuo An'an did, the faster his subordinates became, the colder their expressions became, but the redness in their eyes became thicker and thicker.

She looked left and right, cut the plastic handcuffs on Lu Jing's hands, but dragged her up and threw her into a sewer with a missing manhole cover and a cracked entrance.

Then kick the surrounding rocks and bricks into it, and scoop a handful of powder slag into it with both hands......

When she stopped, Lu Jing was almost buried alive by her.

She propped up her waist, panting slightly, staring at Lu Jing with a haze in her eyes.

Cutting the grass and eradicating the roots is just an excuse, she has already had murderous intentions towards Lu Jing.

Yes, in the interrogation room, when Lu Jing was aggressive, she began to suppress her killing intent. What she hates most is not being detained, not being treated like a prisoner, but being investigated and being threatened and punished if she doesn't tell her secrets.

She's had enough, in Tong Jiakun, in her previous life.

This unknown woman also plays this with her?

She raised her hand to cover her eyes, spun around in place, rubbed her face fiercely despite the fact that her hands were full of gravel powder, and took several deep breaths before she suppressed the surging negative emotions.

Say to the following: "You are lucky to have met me now." She was not born again to add sin to such people.

She dusted up, picked up the pistol, looked up left and right, then flipped up the hat of her tracksuit and quickly left.

In the sewer, Lu Jing was spread out in a pile of rubble, revealing her face covered with tears, snot, blood and dust, and she was tilting her head unconscious, unconscious, as if she had been buried by nature during an earthquake.

As for whether there will be another aftershock to bury her, Zuo Anan thought, it depends on the will of God.

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Stop-and-go, there were two minor aftershocks in the middle, and Zuo Anan soon came to the duty room.

She had paid attention to the duty room before, and she had heard that the guns in the public security bureau were generally placed in the gun hangar, and the gun hangar would not be far from the duty room.

Sure enough, when I looked here, I saw a warehouse, and apparently no one had been here at this time.

The heavy security doors had been deformed in the earthquake, and the entire arsenal gave the impression that it was going to collapse in the next moment. Zuo An'an looked around carefully, took out a few wires, reached into the keyhole and picked a few times, and opened it without much effort.

After escaping in her previous life, she had no food or drink, so she often looked for food in the ruins of the city, and picking locks was a necessary skill.

However, although the lock was opened, because the door was deformed, she could only open a crack, but fortunately she was thin, and the flashlight shone inside, and she squeezed in sideways to make sure that there was nothing unusual.

The gun hangar was large and empty, the display case was staggered by the earthquake, the guns on it had fallen to the ground, and the flashlight light was shining, and she could vaguely make out 54 pistols, 64 pistols, Type 79 submachine guns, and some assault rifles and sniper rifles.

These firearms are basically the common firearms of the Public Security Bureau, which are much worse than the guns she got from Lu Jing.

However, Zuo Anan did not dislike these, she picked up the gun from the ground and stuffed it into the space as she walked, and she was not greedy, she collected about a dozen pistols, a dozen micro-charges, rifles, and two 85 snipers, and then immediately went to the ammunition room.

She took row after row of bullets, got half of them, and suddenly felt creepy.

Looking towards the door of the armory, the fog seeped through the narrow crack in the door, and a short figure stood there, head bowed, the torn strip of tuft skirt dragged to the ground.