Chapter 221: Blocking the Road!

Seven hours ago.

Cowell and his team were outside searching for supplies when they broke into a supermarket.

The glass doors of the supermarket are good, but there are blood stains on them, and they can be seen everywhere on the floor. When the group came to the door, Cowell took out his pickaxe and softly pushed the door open.

There was a dead silence.

The entrance was a mess, many shelves were toppled and things were spilled all over the floor. Some instant noodles were trampled and squeezed out of the bag, all over the floor.

The lights of the supermarket flickered on and off, and the poorly touched ones flickered. Luckily, it was daytime, so you could still see the road even if there were no lights.

Cowell walked in front, Ma San followed on the right, and the two walked through the passage with instant noodles and walked towards the rear, without seeing the walking corpse.

Just around a few shelves, Cowell suddenly stopped and pulled the fast-moving Ma San to a halt. He pointed in the direction of his right hand and stroked a three.

Ma San understands that most likely behind this shelf, there should be three walking corpses. He also took the axe from his waist, and the two walked out of the shelves one left and one right.

Cowell lifted his pickaxe and stabbed it into the head of a walking corpse. Ma San also swung his axe and cut down one of the walking corpses, and together they killed the remaining two.

The reason why the walking corpses are gathered here is that there is a remote-controlled car stuck here, and the wheels are still turning, attracting these walking corpses.

Picking up the RC car, Cowell removed the battery and threw it into his backpack behind him. Put the RC car in Martin's bag, he didn't throw it away, the parts on it were used.

Then, the rest of the people followed and began to pack the few things on the shelves into their backpacks. Cowell was not at ease, so he went to the back room again to make sure that there were no walking corpses.

On the table in the back room, he took a box of cigarettes there, the wrapper still unopened. He looked around with his hands as he untamed the cigarette, lit one and smoked it.

Ten minutes later.

Everyone filled up their supplies and walked out of the supermarket together. They drove a painted, army-green truck and loaded everything into the compartment.

Grabbing the handrail, the group got into the car in turn, Cowell drove the car himself, and Ma San sat in the co-pilot. After starting the car, drive in the direction of the camp.

It's strange to say, when I came here just now, this road was unimpeded, but when I went back, there were many scrapped cars parked there on the road.

In order not to lose time, they changed three routes in a row. But on every road, there are either abandoned cars blocking the road, or there are obstacles blocking the road, so you can only detour again and again.

It's as if someone is going to fight against them, and they just don't want them to leave.

Cowell felt that something was wrong, so he reversed the car and drove it on the first day. This time, he was all blocked, and there were indeed no obstacles.

The obstacle just now, I don't know when, has been cleared. On the contrary, although there are no obstacles on the road, it is still impossible to walk!

Because there were a few men riding motorcycles, dressed in punk style, all wearing a pair of sunglasses, parking the locomotives side by side in the middle of the road, waiting for them.

The brakes stopped, and Colwell sat in the car and watched, not in a hurry to get out of the car. Seeing that the car was stopped again, one of the subordinates standing in the back compartment immediately scolded.

He rubbed his nose impatiently and hugged a step. Gun jumped out of the car and walked towards the group. There were about eight people on the other side, but they didn't seem to have any weapons.

He was holding a gun himself, so he naturally had a lot of confidence in his heart. In the middle of the motorcycle, a man in a leather waistcoat, jeans, and stud earrings spoke up.

"Let your boss come down!" The man was riding on the motorcycle, with a lollipop in his mouth, looking at Cowell, who was sitting on the bike, looking at him.

"I'm going to be in a good mood, so you're in luck! Otherwise, you're dead by now. ”

The man laughed at his face, as if he was joking with him, and the subordinate pointed a gun at him, saying believe it or not, if I move my finger, you will die first!

The man smiled happily, even if he was pointed at a gun, his head would be exploded by a bullet at any time, and the expression on his face was still very calm, without the slightest hint of fear.

He took out a cigar from his pocket, bit it and lit it without hurry, and the man thought he was going to take a gun, and he was nervous, a little out of breath, and scared.

Bang!!!

When the man pulled out his lighter and lit the cigar, a gunshot was heard.

The head of that subordinate was directly sniped. Hit. The gun exploded, and both knees were on the ground, holding the gun in their hands, and the gap in the neck kept spurting blood.

The people standing in the truck compartment were so frightened by this scene that they began to tremble. Some of them were timid, and they even lay down to prevent the group of people from seeing them.

Click!!

Cowell opened the car door, and one stepped out of the car, empty-handed and ungunned. Ma San wanted to speak and stopped, as if he wanted to dissuade him, but he was afraid of causing trouble, so he shut up.

"It would have been nice to cooperate at first! He won't die. Actually, I don't want to kill him. ”

The man took a puff of his cigar, chewed the lollipop in his mouth, and took the stick out of his mouth and threw it away. He got out of his crotch and handed the cigar to the people next to him.

"Next, you have to continue to cooperate with me, no one will be hurt, and my words count." He slapped his face and smiled to remind Cowell that his smiling face was even more terrifying.

"All the things in your car belong to me, leave all those supplies behind, and you can leave!"

Next, his words made Colwell even more unhappy. Cowell closed his eyes and endured for a moment, opened his eyes and looked into the distance, and saw a sniper. Hit. The hand is lurking.

It was he who shot just now, so this person is so calm and dares to negotiate terms with himself.

"What if, I don't agree!"

Cowell's eyes were fierce, and he stared at it with one eye. The man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to answer like this, a little unexpectedly.

"Listen, from now on, all the materials in your car will be owned by Jiekun."

"All I need is gas, guns, instant noodles, maps, batteries, and a bag of baby diapers! Maybe I won't need it, but you'll have to turn in all your supplies. ”

The man was almost accurate in saying what was in his car, and even Cowell knew that he had a battery in a remote-controlled car, which shocked him.

The other party seems to be following them, knowing their every move. Maybe it's just too lazy to act, preferring to get something for nothing and let them help collect.

Cowell pulled out the gun from behind him and handed it to him. The rest of the people also got out of the car and stood in a line, and the man walked over and collected his guns in turn.

Ma San was a little afraid of him, and when he gave him a gun, he was polite, and the person was also very polite and said thank you. Then he took all the guns away, and took them back to his companions.

"Who are you?" Cowell asked him as he walked back to the locomotive.

"You don't need to know! Next, you're going to tell me, where is your camp? To get such a car, so many guns, you must be organized. ”

The man accepted the weapon, immediately changed his face, and after promising to accept the gun in advance, he released them, and now he pointed a gun at them and forced them to leave the camp.