"Of course it's not at night, the money has to be transported to the vault at night, and only two or three groups of people have done this for so many years." The latte art master, who seemed to have a lot of stories, said, "Generally speaking, it's to grab the money truck. ”

"......" Yang Que nodded, "It doesn't seem to be the time for the cash truck?" ”

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and it's still some way to go.

"So, if you don't understand the rules, young people nowadays ......," the latte art master sighed in a sighing tone.

As he spoke, there was a crashing sound.

Yang Que saw that on the road outside the window, a large truck was rampage all the way, tilting and losing its balance, overturning to the ground, crossing the street, almost occupying half of the road.

The truck compartment was overturned, a large number of boxes were poured out, and bottles and cans fell from the boxes to the ground.

Smash a lot at once.

"What's that?" Yang Que watched as the bottle and jar shattered, the liquid that flowed out quickly evaporated, and a large amount of white mist emerged.

It feels like some kind of strong acid solution.

"Close the door." The man in charge of latte art, who is also the manager of the store, said to the waiter.

When the waiter passes, he has to close the door and put up a closing sign, waiting until the conflict and riots have passed.

This is the only rule of survival for Goteng, it is good during the day, but at night, don't look at the excitement that shouldn't be seen.

In the past, it was possible to put the barrel of the gun directly in the mouth and never come back.

The waiter was closing the door, and suddenly, several people stumbled over, pushed the waiter away, and rushed into the café shouting, "Close the door, close the door!" Those lunatics are coming! ”

The waiter, who had been knocked to the ground, got up, glanced at the store manager, and at his signal, finished the work he had just not done.

The door closed, and with the sound of a "click" locking, the seven or eight customers in the coffee shop breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and looked out curiously.

Outside, there was a mess of people, and a group of people could be seen running away, some clever ones running into the surrounding shops, and some running straight ahead.

Because the truck rolled over and fell an unknown liquid, the white gas rose and swirled, making the sudden chaos outside seem a little unreal.

"Click."

As if something was loaded, Yang Que turned his head and saw the store manager take out a loose (typo anti-harmony) shotgun and aim it at the three people who had just rushed into the store.

"Now, boys, tell Daddy what's going on outside? Who are you? ”

The store manager held his gun, looked at the three people and said.

The three men were no ordinary pedestrians, they wore uniform uniforms and were clearly from the same place.

"Calm down, calm down."

The three of them immediately raised their hands and looked very proficient, "We are employees of Enbei Pharmaceutical, and the work card is in our pockets, you can come and get it." ”

"Really?" The shopkeeper motioned for the waiter to come over and get it, but he was still holding a gun aimed at the three people.

The waiter searched one of them and soon found a work card to take out.

He turned around and walked to the store manager: "Boss, it should be Enbei Pharmaceutical, that's right-"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the store manager's face become hideous, and at the same time roared: "Get out of the way!" ”

The waiter's reaction was relatively fast, and he threw himself forward regardless of it, slamming himself to the ground.

At the moment when the waiter smashed the ground, a loud gunshot rang out, echoing in the coffee shop, making people's ears buzz.

One of the three had his head almost completely shattered and fell to the ground.

The other two were splattered with blood and stood in place, motionless, as if they were frightened stupid.

The customers in the store were terrified.

Yang Que saw the whole picture of the matter, and the waiter turned back, ready to give the store manager the work card.

The original uneasy and panicked expression on the face of the headshot person completely disappeared, and he became extremely calm.

This kind of calm is not normal, as if suddenly a person has become a puppet or a scarecrow or something, without the slightest emotion.

In such calm, the man stretched out his hand to the waiter, and his hands were in the state of eagle claws, and his bones and green tendons burst out, which showed his strength.

This man is going to sneak up from behind and choke the waiter's neck.

was noticed by the store manager, and the store manager with a story, without saying a word, hit out with a troll, resulting in the person's life.

It is worthy of the simple folk customs of Gerten City, and it is still so hard after washing its hands in the golden basin.

"What do you want to do?" The manager motioned for the waiter to hide aside first, and continued to look at the remaining two people and asked.

After the two men were splashed with blood, they stood still, motionless.

The expression on his face was the same as that of the person who had just been shot in the head, showing an unusual calmness.

I don't know if it's because of the contrast of blood, but there is a strange green in the eyes of the two people who are red.

The white eyes were replaced by green, and inexplicably turned into green eyes.

Silent, two people suddenly moved, one rushed to the store manager, and the other rushed to the customer next to him.

The expression on his face is calm, but his body movements are aggressive.

"Boom!"

The gunshots rang loudly, making people's ears buzz again.

Without the slightest hesitation, the store manager shot off the head of the person who rushed towards him, making him follow in the footsteps of his colleagues.

Then, he immediately turned the muzzle of his gun and meowed at the last man.

However, the shot did not come out.

The last person chose to attack a little inappropriate, and he was the only Yang Que who was still sitting in the seat watching the excitement.

It's not that he made the wrong choice, it's that everyone else is very clever and hides in the corner, under the table.

At a glance, I could only see Yang Que.

The man was pressed on the table by Yang Que, constantly struggling but unable to move.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?" Yang Que held down this person and tried to communicate with him, but said two words without response.

Yang Que simply picked up the coffee that was not hot next to him and poured it on the person's head, trying to calm him down.

It's a pity that only the expression is calm, and the movements are still struggling.

"What is this, zombie?" Yang Que frowned.

The changes in the three employees of the Enbei Group were extremely strange, and their faces were calm and aggressive at the same time.

If you add the characteristics of rotting and not dying, "whooping", it is a classic zombie.

However, they didn't have these changes, they just kept silent, calmly making offensive moves, and the sense of oppression brought was far greater than that of zombies.

Yang Que tried to press the man's neck, trying to make him unconscious, but to no avail.

"What's going on with this guy?" The store manager walked over and gave a rifle butt without hesitation, and the blood flowed while still having no effect.

"I don't know, there seem to be quite a few of them out there." Yang Que looked out the window.

The crowd there was running and wrestling.

It can be clearly seen that there are two groups of people, one group of people with surprise, horror, and anger on their faces, and the other group of people, calm as puppets.

"Boom!"

Someone was held down on the head and slammed into the glass façade of the coffee shop.

The glass was naturally very thick, and it was impossible to break it at once, and the man was hit to the point that his head was bleeding, and his hands pressed against the glass, and then he hung down weakly.

Behind him, a calm, green-eyed man clutched his head.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The sound of a knock is like a smash on a person's heart.

The green-eyed man slammed into the head in front of him as if it wasn't a living head, but a ball or something.

While looking at the people in the store with a blank face.

Inside the store, the fear exploded with screams.