Lu Buping and the leader of the seven guns tore and scuffled together, without clever fighting skills and did not show the legendary Chinese kung fu, just like you give me a punch and I kick you, really fight with your fists, unpretentious but bloody and cruel.

As the two continued to roll and tear, the sales shelves in the store were also knocked over, and the goods were scattered all over the ground. The two of them each picked up a small stick made of plastic or rubber, and raised their hands to poke at each other's bodies, not caring whether it was elegant or not.

The fierce people are also mortal in the flesh, and within five minutes, the two of them are already drenched in blood. The leader of the seven guns was first intimidated by the blast and then inhaled the anesthetic, and finally he couldn't support it first. Finding an opportunity, Lu Buping stepped forward and pressed the leader to the ground, stretched out his hands and strangled the other party's neck, the resentful anger in his eyes gushed out, and at the same time burned his reason.

It's him, who snatched food at the door of the warehouse a few years ago, causing his father and sister to be missing and not knowing their lives and deaths, and he hasn't slept a peaceful sleep in the past few years. I've fantasized about killing him hundreds of times in my dreams, and now it's finally coming true. As Lu Buping worked harder and harder, the leader was obviously out of breath and out of breath, and after a while, he began to roll his eyes, and the range of struggle became smaller and smaller.

The previous fight between the two affected the nerves of everyone present, and at this time, seeing that the leader was defeated, the people with seven guns couldn't care much, and they picked up the blade iron rod and were about to rush towards Lu Buping. Suddenly, a figure stood in the middle of the crowd.

"Bang!" The third gunshot of the day.

"Damn, it's all for Lao Tzu to stand up, who dares to move, don't say that Lao Tzu is not emotional!" Zhao Hammer flaunts his might.

It turned out that Zhao Langtou couldn't sneak attack with anesthetics just now, so he secretly waited for the opportunity, and secretly picked up the pistol dropped by the seven guns while the two were fighting. It was a Type 95 police pistol with about ten rounds in the magazine. Zhao Hammer was about to cry with excitement when he held the gun, although there were not many bullets, if he used it to kill living corpses, it was not as good as his own hammer. But this kind of thermal weapon of modern civilization is a huge deterrent to ordinary humans, even if there is only one bullet left, it is enough to control a human stronghold, after all, no one wants to be the first to be shot.

"It's all for Lao Tzu to stand up." Zhao Langtou repeated it again, and after speaking, he motioned to his younger brother to disarm the seven guns. Forced by the deterrence of pistols, the seven guns had to be obediently at the mercy of others. After dealing with this, Zhao Lang turned around and looked at Lu Buping.

Lu Buping, who heard the gunshot, gradually calmed down at this time, and the blood in his eyes faded. As his mind returned to clarity, Lu Buping hurriedly looked at the leader of the seven guns who was crushed under him, and his eyes were closed and motionless at this time. Lu Buping panicked, he hadn't inquired about Dad and Xiaofang yet, if this bastard died now, he might really regret it.

Sticking his palm to his chest, fortunately, there was still a faint heartbeat feeling, Lu Buping breathed a sigh of relief, and then secretly laughed, this was obviously his enemy, he couldn't wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood, but now he had to worry about his life or death.

"Zhang San, we succeeded." Zhao Langtou said to Lu Buping, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand inadvertently swung back and forth between the latter and the unconscious leader.

"yes, it worked. According to what I said before, the supplies for the seven guns will be yours, and you can take people to their camp to search for them in a while. However, this man belongs to me, and I have an account to settle with him. After Lu Buping finished speaking, he pointed to the unconscious leader, and said with a firm look in his eyes.

Looking at Lu Buping's eyes, Zhao Langtou couldn't help but shudder, and recalled the bloodthirsty and crazy scene of this person just now, and the gun in his hand gave him a lot of security. So he nodded and said, "Brother Zhang, you're busy with you, I'll take them to load the goods first." ”

It turned out that as the leader fainted and the pistol was seized, the members of the seven guns were also directly threatened by Zhao Hammer, and they were busy moving the things in the small shop to the tricycle at this time. This is the purpose of this group of people when they came, and now they have got their wish, it is nothing more than that the people who serve are different, or that they are not serving people, but the gun.

Lu Buping tied up the leader of the seven-shot spear behind his back, stretched out his hand and slapped him twice, and this guy woke up slowly. opened his eyes and looked at Lu Buping, and smiled with a hideous expression: "Hmph, I didn't expect that I actually fell into the hands of such a hairy boy as you, why didn't you kill me." ”

"I'm going to ask you a few questions and answer me truthfully." Lu Bu said slowly, the puzzle was close at hand, and his mood calmed down at this time.

"If I say no, you can kill me, hahahaha!" The leader laughed hysterically.

"If you tell me the truth, I'll give you a good time. If you don't say it...... I'm not going to kill you, but I'm just tying you up, and you're either starving to death or being eaten by passing living corpses for dinner in the end, and it shouldn't be a problem to see how well you can survive for another two or three days. Think about it, feeling that you are getting weaker and weaker alone, so hungry that you don't even have the strength to scream, you can only wait for death slowly, do you want to experience it? Lu Buping had already thought about how to deal with this bastard, and said it almost in cold blood at this time.

What Lu Buping never expected was that after hearing his words, the tough guy leader who was not even afraid of death just now, his eyes were full of fear, as if he remembered something frightening, and this was the first time Lu Buping saw him show such a look. For an outlaw like Seven Guns, life is the least valuable thing, whether it is his own or someone else's, so he is not afraid of death at all. But as long as people always have weaknesses, he naturally has something to fear, which happened to be guessed by Lu Buping.

He was afraid of hunger.

From the beginning of the apocalypse to the present, the number of human deaths is impossible to count, but there are only a few ways to die. Either from the mouth of a living corpse, or from human cannibalism, or from a lack of medicine, and the most cruel way to die is to starve to death.

Famine is a common occurrence in human history. Hunger is an unbearable pain, and in all famines, people have fed on the bark of dirt and trees, knowing that they will die of swelling, but they must first relieve their hunger. When people can't even guarantee the most basic hunger, that person is no longer human, and the so-called human tragedy of "cannibalism" and "cannibalism" is also staged in the great famine. The leader of the seven guns naturally can't avoid it in the apocalypse.

In the beginning, the world's population was decimated, and the food left behind by the powerful industrial system before the end of the day could allow people to survive for a while. But as time went on, without electricity for refrigeration, much of the food was rotted and could not be preserved, and people had a harder and harder time. The purpose of the seven-gun is to grab it when it is finished, and when others are thrifty and calculate how many days to eat a steamed bun and a biscuit, the seven-gun veteran can still ensure an uninterrupted supply of three meals a day. In their understanding, with weapons there is everything, but they forget that food is not born out of thin air.

After two years, the other human camps began to grow vegetables and feed their livestock while fending off the living corpses. At this time, however, the Seven Guns were in the midst of a famine, and at some point, they ran out of ammunition and could hardly attack large human camps. The supermarkets and granaries of the outside world have either been emptied or rotted and inedible, but the feeling of hunger is real, and the pain has worn away the last of their sanity, and these wicked people have turned their minds on their companions......

The chief still remembered what had happened that day, when the seven patriarchs sat around to discuss food, and each one was hungry. The leader felt as if someone was stabbing his stomach with a knife, and from time to time there was a wave of soreness, as if the gastric juice had digested him. Suddenly, someone came to report that there was somehow missing a person in the organization, and none of them cared about it until the smell of meat wafted from the camp. Dozens of people looked like crazy, their eyes glowing green, looking for the source of the taste, and finally they found a man and his friend.

The man is cooking the meat, and the friend is in the pot.

The man was beaten to death by the crowd as punishment, but the aroma of the meat had touched the nerves of most people, and some even wanted to cook the dead man as well, so that they had two pots of meat. It was originally a group of murderers who did not blink an eye, and hunger had broken through their last moral defense, and around this pot, everyone launched a fierce fight.

The bones were all over the place, and the blood flowed like a river, and when there were only a dozen people left, everyone finally regained some senses. At this time, the patriarch of the seven guns was left alone, and the seven guns became one gun, and he took the still living people to gather the dead for backup. When he drank the first bowl, the rich aroma of meat washed his hungry stomach and awakened his numb nerves, and the leader vomited as he held the bowl......