", it's a pot." With just one look, Zhang Zhao confirmed who that person was, and then said excitedly: "This kid is not stupid." ”

Donna also had a smile on her face, after all, for her, conflicts with people can be avoided as much as possible. The three of them went down the stairs again, ran across the street, and entered the building where Guo Rong was.

When entering the building where Guo Rong was, the corpses of seven or eight zombies were poured into the hall, and the black blood on the ground had not completely dried up, it seemed that these zombies were all killed by Guo Rong today. I don't know how many knives I cut, some of them were headless, some of them were mutilated, and the ground was in shambles, emitting a foul smell.

Donna frowned, but didn't say anything, there were hundreds of zombies that died under her hands, but most of them were killed with guns. And usually when I see Zhang Zhao and them dealing with zombies, they either cut off their heads with a knife, or pierce their heads with a knife, and it's the first time I've seen such a random chopping technique.

If Song Qing and the others were here, they would definitely vomit as soon as they saw this scene, this picture was too cruel. Lu Yang only glanced at it, and felt a surge in his stomach, showing an uncomfortable look, and quickly walked towards the stairwell.

Soon saw Guo Rong, the door of the office where he was still open, and when he heard movement behind him, his first reaction was to jump up and draw his knife. When he saw that it was Zhang Zhao and them, he tilted his head embarrassedly and said, "Why are you here?" ”

Zhang Zhao was angry and excited in his heart, and finally held back a trace of anger in his heart: "You kid, don't say hello if you want to come out to find something." ”

Guo Rong laughed, and the two brothers didn't need to say too much to understand: "I was looking for rotten oranges and chopping the mess, but when I saw the firepower on the opposite side, I knew that I was thinking too much." ”

Lu Yang's vomiting was a little better, and he felt nauseous just now, and even tears came out: "Rong, Brother Rong, you are too good, the group of zombies downstairs was cut down by you." ”

Guo Rong is a good fighter, he has had some hands and feet since elementary school, and he is strong, and he has killed many more zombies than Zhang Zhao along the way. But the next answer made everyone cold from head to toe, "What group of zombies?" When I came, there was only one zombie, and I didn't even pull out a knife, and I knocked it down with a stool. After saying that, he gestured.

"Didn't you cut down those seven or eight zombies downstairs? Broken hands and feet. Zhang Zhao asked again, Guo Rong usually likes to spoof, but looking at his performance, it seems that what he said is true.

"Look, my knives are all clean today." Guo Rong handed over the knife, and sure enough, the blade was extremely pure, and it could be used as a mirror.

Seeing Zhang Zhao and Donna's cautious looks, Lu Yang was even more frightened that his jaw was about to fall, and Guo Rong felt the seriousness of the situation: "What's wrong?" ”

Lu Yang was so nervous that he even stammered when he spoke: "Rong, Brother Rong, Lou, there are a lot of zombies dead downstairs, like being divided." ”

"Dismemberment? I didn't do it. ”

"I did it!"

A loud voice sounded, and everyone looked at the door vigilantly, and then a tall man with a long beard appeared at the door, carrying a homemade machete in his hand.

The sudden arrival of the person made everyone present nervous, and everyone turned their eyes to this uninvited guest. When I saw the face of this man in his thirties clearly, I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. It turned out that the man, who was wearing a denim vest and had tattoos on his arms, had another striking scar on his left forehead, extending to his cheek.

With such a rough voice and a vicious look, he doesn't look like a good person no matter how you look at it. Moreover, judging from his method of killing zombies, this person's heart is extremely violent. It's a bit perverted.

"Who are you?" Guo Rong clenched the war knife in his hand, if there was any conflict, he would definitely raise the knife and pounce on it as soon as possible.

When you encounter any survivors, no living people, don't let your guard down.

At this moment, from behind the man, a slightly chubby old man wearing a denim sunhat came out, he held an M4A1 rifle in his hand, but the muzzle was pointing downward, and there was no intention of confronting each other. The old man looked at the people in front of him and smiled slightly: "Hello, we have no malicious intentions. ”

The old man's hair and beard were gray, he was about sixty years old, but his eyes were bright, and he continued: "My name is Wang Qiang, and this is my son Wang Wu. We have no ill intentions, can you lay down your arms? It's weird to look at. ”

Seeing that the other party looked like he was facing a great enemy, Wang Qiang wanted to ease the atmosphere. Especially the Type 33 assault gun in Donna's hand, with a strange shape, which ordinary people have never seen, but it seems to be full of firepower.

Although the other party took the initiative to show goodwill, it was too abrupt, and his group didn't even notice anyone approaching. In this case, it is better to ask straight to the point, regardless of how much truth and how much falsehood the other party says. Zhang Zhao put away the knife and motioned for the people on his side to put down their weapons, and then said, "Who are you?" How did it end up here? Are you rotten orange people? ”

"You know Rotten Orange?" The tall and mighty Wang Wu, when he heard the name of rotten orange, stepped forward and was a little excited.

"Hey, don't mess around!" This guy is taller and stronger than Guo Rong, and he is full of aura, and Guo Rong, who loves to be competitive, does not retreat, and takes a step forward to press the other party.

The eyes of the two were bigger than a bull's eye, and they were almost on top of each other. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhang Zhao pulled Guo Rong, and then said to Wang Wu: "I only heard this name yesterday, because yesterday, we saw some things...... "Simply said yesterday's events, from the other party's expressions and reactions, it can be distinguished that Wang's father and son are not a gang of bad oranges." is either a friend or an enemy, which also makes Zhang Zhao let down his guard a little in his heart.

"This brute, this kind of thing, I don't know how long it will last." Wang Qiang said indignantly.

It seems that the other party and Rotten Orange have also had a grudge for a long time, otherwise there would not be such a disgusting performance. Zhang Zhao asked for more details, and sure enough, as he thought, the father and son were not only not in the same group as Rotten Orange, but also had a deep hatred.

It turned out that since the outbreak of the zombie virus, the city has been in chaos, not only was it attacked by zombies, but those who did not dare to do evil on weekdays also began to do illegal things. At first, the official military and police came to suppress it, but the zombie virus spread too fast, and after only a week, it was impossible to organize forces to eliminate it.

H City has a population of several million, and although zombies have lost a lot in human battles, as long as there are people, there will be more zombies. Gradually, the city fell, and those in power organized people to clean up some buildings as a base. has been low-grade with the attack of the zombie army. A month has passed, and countless zombies have died, walked, and been led out of the city. But there are so many zombies that even the army can't wipe them out, let alone a group of unarmed civilians?

Before the outbreak of the zombie virus, Rotten Orange did illegal hook-ups and raised a lot of horses under his hands. Ten days after the outbreak of the zombie virus, he led his men to occupy the museum for a generation, and then received survivors who came to take refuge one after another. Rotten Orange is an ambitious person, and now the whole world is in chaos, and it is the time for ambitious people like him to show their ambitions. On the surface, they are under the slogan of rebuilding their homes and supporting each other, but behind the scenes, they don't know how many hurtful things they have done.

After listening to Wang Qiang's statement, everyone also had a general understanding of the current situation, and they all had similar experiences when they came to other survivor camps in the city. Donna looked at the M4A1 rifle in Wang Qiang's hand and asked, "How did you get the gun in your hand?" Where did the rotten orange get their guns? ”

Wang Qiang's posture of holding the gun looked like a veteran, so Donna was curious.

Wang Qiang sighed and said, "To be honest, we were originally a member of the Rotten Orange Camp, and we were also the first group of people in his camp. In the early days of the zombie virus outbreak, there was still an army to rescue them. At that time, there was a truck transporting weapons, which was attacked by a horde of zombies on Qingfu Street, five kilometers away, and the whole army was wiped out, and it happened to be met by Rotten Orange and his men, and then they took the arms for themselves. ”

Wang Wu leaned the machete against his desk, then sat on a round stool, and he looked at Zhang Zhao: "Can you give me a cigarette?" ”

This guy's eyes are so sharp that he can see a cigarette in Zhang Zhao's jacket pocket. Zhang Zhao took out one and gave it to him, and asked the question: "Since you are the early survivors, why do you bite away from them?" Isn't his camp bad? There is security, there is food, at least there is no need to hide in Tibet as you do now. ”

Wang Wu took a deep breath of cigarette, looked out the window, and was stunned for a few seconds: "Camp, do you think it's a camp?" There, it's hell. ”

"Hell? Where to start? "Rotten orange camp, to be honest, whether it is the location or weapons and equipment, Zhang Zhao will drool when he sees it.

Wang Wu smoked half of the cigarette and handed it to the father next to him, and then the color in his eyes became even more gloomy: "I was originally one of the bad orange horse boys, and I followed him for three years. ”

With excellent locations, people, and armed camps, it is undoubtedly a paradise for survivors in a world infested with zombies. At first, the camp was still operating normally, protective measures were being built every day, there were people who were responsible for guarding and maintaining order, there were also people who went out to collect resources, and everyone in the camp had a clear division of labor. It wasn't until later that more and more survivors were received, and it became more and more difficult to collect supplies.

Rotten Orange's ambition is also gradually revealed, and his purpose is not to maintain the stability of one party, but to rule the entire city. But now that there are more and more survivors and less and less food, survival of the fittest is a tough rule of apocalyptic survival. Then, among all the women, men, the elderly, and children, some people will be eliminated.

Since last week, Rotten Orange has ordered the elderly over 60 years old in the camp to be gathered together and pulled to the second camp, which is 20 kilometers away from here. The admonition to the people below is to say that there are more and more people now, and everyone is doing their job. The elderly over the age of 60 will be arranged to work in other places for agricultural production. First, most of the people in the camp could not get out, and then they were forced by the obscenity of the rotten orange, and gradually, everyone believed in the existence of the second camp.

Since Wang Wu was a subordinate of Rotten Orange, his father Wang Qiang did not go to the second camp with these old men. It is precisely because of this that Wang Qiang was saved from death. But Wang Qiang's wife, who suffered a leg injury more than ten years ago and can only be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life, was also arranged to go to the second camp. After three or four days, Wang Qiang felt more and more that something was wrong, according to reason, although the old man had the ability to carry out agricultural production, his wife had been in a wheelchair for many years and could not work in the field at all.

Feeling that something was wrong, he called for his son, who was a member of the protective base, and the two managed to get out and follow the convoy to the so-called second camp.

The next thing, Zhang Zhao and they couldn't be clearer, the so-called camp was the park yesterday. And those old people who were so-called arranged for agricultural production in the second camp all died under the guns of their own people.

With tears in his eyes, Wang Qiang took off his cowboy hat and wiped his tears with his cuffs without hesitation.

"The revenge of killing his wife must be avenged. Rotten orange wolf ambition, if this continues, more people will die in his hands. ”