“98K！” Duan Mo finally heard the gunshots clearly, "Over there on the bridge!" ”

After Duan Mo and Zuimeng hid in the utility room, the gunfire immediately fell silent, and Duan Mo scolded, "It should have been attracted by our gunfire." There was about 0.5 seconds between the bullet hitting the wall and the gunshot, which should have been a hundred meters away from us. ”

Drunken Dream squatted against the wall, "Isn't that the second-story building?" ”

"Well, it should be," Duan Mo nodded, "There are really people there." ”

"So how do we get out? He must be aiming for the door of the utility room right now, and we'll be hit as soon as we show our heads. ”

"This person's marksmanship is not very good, far worse than Doudou." Duan Mo disagreed, "Let's wait here now, and then leave later." ”

"No matter how bad your marksmanship is, it's much better than you." Drunk dreamed that Duan Mo was not in a hurry, so he felt a little more relaxed, indeed, both of them had third-level helmets and military body armor, even if the enemy was holding 98K, it would be difficult to kill them with one shot.

Duan Mo squeezed into the utility room again, next to Drunken Meng, and then looked at the box of the enemy he had killed before with great interest.

"Hey, this guy is quite fat." Duan Mole happily packed all the supplies into his backpack, as if the sniper outside did not exist. "A lot of first aid kits, even if we have been hiding in the poison, we can last for a long time."

"Hey, no matter how many things you take, if you get a headshot as soon as you go out, you won't be able to save your life." Drunken Dream looked at Duan Mo who had never seen the world, and felt really ashamed.

"What are you afraid of, anyway, we're hiding in the house, and his bullets can't penetrate the wall." Duan Mo ignored the sarcasm of Drunken Dreams, and continued to select equipment in the enemy's box as if shopping for treasures.

Drunken Dream was not in that mood, but now he was not in a hurry to leave, so he simply leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to recuperate.

After a long selection, Duan Mo finally reluctantly closed the enemy's box, and then looked at the status bar, the poisonous fog would start to spread in about ten minutes. The utility room was extremely dull, and the two of them hid here, which seemed to be a little crowded.

The broken pieces of wood were still lying on the ground, the sunlight shining obliquely through the doorway, while Duan Mo and Zuimeng hid in the shadows.

"Alas, if only Doudou were here, he would definitely kill that sniper with one shot."

Zui Meng originally closed his eyes, but when he heard Duan Mo's words, he immediately opened his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't open his mouth after all.

Gunshots were faintly heard in the distance, and on the other side of the bridge, a fierce exchange of fire had broken out. The gunfire had weakened considerably after passing a distance of a thousand meters, but it was still faintly audible.

"You-" Drunken Dream hesitated for a long time, and suddenly said a strange word, "What do you think of me and Doudou?" ”

"Huh?" Duan Mo was staring at the wall in a daze, and when he heard Zui Meng's brainless question, he didn't react for a while.

"What are the characteristics of the two of us?" Drunken Dream accentuated his tone and asked again.

"Isn't it obvious, Doudou's marksmanship is good, but you're smarter." Duan Mo felt that the drunken dream was simply talking nonsense.

"I mean—in terms of personality." Zuimeng bit her lip and lowered her head.

"Haha," Duan Mo seemed to have heard some joke, "Isn't it boring for you to ask this kind of thing, Doudou is not as good as you in terms of development, and is better than you in all aspects, it's not a secret, I actually have a * cultivation plan, they all say that adversity sees the truth, I want to lay a good emotional foundation with Doudou now, and when I return to reality in the future, I will join the Doudou family's company and start from the grassroots ......level."

Duan Mo happily talked about his plan, but Zui Meng didn't speak, his head buried lower, revealing his snow-white neck.

"Until I become a CEO and reach the pinnacle of life!" Duan Mo said a lot in one breath, and his eyes were confused, as if he had really reached the peak of his life.

"So what did you do with her in the game?" It wasn't until Duan Mo finished speaking that Drunken Meng asked softly.

"Fight zombies. Didn't I tell you everything? ”

"You and Doudou...... Is there a ......" Drunken Meng's face was red and dripping blood, and his fingers were rubbing the corners of his clothes uneasily, but Duan Mo was looking at the white wall in front of him stupidly, and he didn't notice Drunken Meng's demeanor at all.

"Is there anything?"

"...... like you did to me"

"Me to you? What? Duan Mo was a little confused.

"You-" Drunken Dream looked up sharply and stood up in a huff, but as soon as he stood up, a 7.62mm bullet shot through the glass of the utility room, almost hitting Drunken Dream in the head - the 98K, still staring at them outside.

Drunken Dream had to sit down again, but his hands were shaking with anger.

She wanted to ask, "Have you ever kissed Doudou like kissing me", but she couldn't say that sentence anyway.

So Drunken Dream racked his brains and changed his words, "When Doudou died, were you sad?" ”

"Of course it's sad," Duan Mo said immediately, "but it was more anger at the time, and then his brain suddenly went blank, and then he ...... It's not so sad. ”

"Were you sad when I died?" Drunken Meng gritted his teeth and still asked such a sensual question.

"You're dead? When did you die? Aren't you alive and well? Duan Mo glared.

"Team up with four people before! And bean dough fritters that time! ”

"Oh, I remember—it was too intense, so it's not too sad......"

This drunken dream was not only trembling with anger, she clenched her fists tightly, and even her knuckles turned white - she couldn't wait to rush out now and fight to the death with the 98K outside.

And when it came to this, Zui Meng didn't want to ask anything more, so he turned his head directly to the other side, leaving the back of Duan Mo's head, and continued to be angry at the wall.

Duan Mo turned his head when he saw Drunken Meng, and only then did he retract his gaze from staring at the snow-white wall. He turned his head slightly, looked at the back of the drunken dream, and sighed softly.

Drunken Dream's jet-black hair slid softly across her creamy neck, and her shoulders trembled slightly with anger.

"This stupid girl, even her back is so good-looking......" Duan Mo tilted his mouth and shook his head helplessly.

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Ten minutes before Duan Mo and Zuimeng arrived at the gas station, Wushuang and Youtiao had already driven the silver-white Dacia roaring onto the bridge.

"I said Sister Wushuang, this is the middle of the security zone, will we be a little too arrogant like this?" The fritters kept looking left and right, for fear that a group of people would suddenly come out from both sides of the bridge and blow up their cars.

"It's okay, just stop at the front." Wushuang pointed to a few abandoned cars in the middle of the bridge and said, "Put the car in the middle of the road, and collect the bridge toll here." ”

"What kind of bridge toll, eldest sister, we don't even have a bunker here, aren't we going to be beaten to death by people on both sides?"

"Why is there no cover?" Wushuang rolled his eyes, "Aren't those rotten cars bunkers?" ”

"How can these cars be hidden!" The fritters are going crazy, and parking here seems to him to be no different from looking for death. "What if there were snipers on either end?"

"You're not going to hide, aren't you?" Wushuang ignored the fritters and got out of the car by himself, hiding behind an abandoned vehicle.

"I-" The fritters had nothing to say, so they reluctantly blocked the road with the car, and then got out of the car, squatted beside Wushuang, and began to shake their heads constantly.

"What are you doing?" Wushuang looked at the epileptic fritters with a frightened expression.

The head of the fritter moved irregularly, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, "To prevent getting a headshot." ”

"Enough! It's a shame on the QUN organization! "There is no equal.

"Sister Wushuang, there's no way, the position you picked is too dangerous, I advise you to shake your head too, maybe there is a 98K aiming at you with an eight-fold mirror eight hundred meters away?"

"I'd rather die than do such a ghostly act."

The fritters were also helpless to Wushuang, the peerless iron-headed baby, and he shook his head in a whole circle, looking like he was doing some kind of rehabilitation exercise, "If you are knocked down in a while, I won't save you." ”

"I'd rather die than be saved by a shameful guy like you!" Wushuang couldn't wait to unscrew the head of the fritters.

As if to test their words, as soon as Wushuang's words fell, in front of them, a dark green jeep slowly drove from the direction of the island.