Li Chang and the others approached the survivors' camp with a truckload of supplies, and Zhao Lie and the patrol team saw the figure of the truck from a distance, and stopped in front of the truck with a group of people.

"Yo, it's quite a big life! None of them died? Zhao Lie sneered contemptuously, Liu Shi stepped on the brakes and was about to get out of the car to explain to Zhao Lie, but Li Changfeng took the lead in getting out of the car and walked in front of Zhao Lie, took off Zhao Lie's helmet and threw it on the ground without any scruples: "Are you faceless?" Didn't your mother teach you to talk to people and look at each other face to face? ”

Zhao Liehe had been humiliated like this, and beckoned the patrol to raise his gun and point it at Li Changfeng, Li Changfeng looked at the swarthy muzzle and chuckled: "That's it?" The patrol members only felt a figure flash in front of their eyes, and the pain in their arms rushed over them, and their arms hung down weakly.

Li Changfeng dislocated all the patrolmen's arms in an instant, and the rifle in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. Zhao Lie, who originally closed his eyes and wanted to enjoy the sound of Li Changfeng's screams, did not wait for the expected result, and opened his eyes to see Li Changfeng standing in front of him unharmed, with a rifle raised in his hand and facing his chest.

"Bang!" Zhao Lie clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground, Li Changfeng looked at Zhao Lie and laughed, casually threw the broken barrel on the ground, got back into the truck and headed towards the camp.

The rest of the people in the car couldn't help but burst into laughter when they saw Zhao Lie covering his chest in cold sweat and losing his soul, which sounded particularly harsh in Zhao Lie's ears. It seems that even if he gets the power of attorney from the camp agent, there is no deterrent effect, and the survivors in the camp may still be respectful to him because of the rifle in his hand, but the current Li Changfeng is not an existence that he can control.

"Take it yourself, pick me up the gun, a bunch of shit." Zhao Lie, who didn't dare to use force against Li Changfeng anymore, had no choice but to vent all his anger on the patrol members.

The patrol members looked at each other, and one of the slightly thin patrol members reluctantly spoke: "Captain, we are dislocated, this ......" A gunshot rang out in the sky outside the camp, and the thin patrol member looked at his chest with wide eyes in disbelief, and finally collapsed weakly. Blood seeped into the land.

Zhao Lie blew away the white smoke from the muzzle of the rifle, then looked at the other patrol members and said, "Does anyone have any opinions now?" The patrol members didn't dare to look up at Zhao Lie again, let alone say more, and endured the severe pain and put their arms on the ground to take their bones back, but their eyes gradually covered with hatred that Zhao Lie had not noticed.

Li Changfeng heard the sudden gunshots behind him, frowned slightly and said to Liu Shi: "You can reasonably distribute these foods to the survivors, you can choose them yourself." I'll go back and see what's going on. ”