Cao Ping couldn't hear what the other party was saying. But looking at the tiger tattooed on his back, he is not a fool with a gun in his hand, and he knows that he is not a good person. Sure enough, the bald ones are all bad guys.

Cao Ping carefully observed the situation of 701, although he knew that the other party could not find himself, but he was still cautious, and he didn't even dare to pant loudly.

Zhang Jiuhu is a bodyguard, in fact, being a bodyguard is only a part-time job, and his identity is really a killer. But he didn't become a killer for money, because he already had a lot of money, and the amount of money was just a number for him.

But Zhang Jiuhu will still collect money to kill, because only when he kills, when he sees that the person he wants to kill is shot in the head by himself, will his adrenal glands multiply several times, and he will feel that he is still alive.

Zhang Jiuhu was still performing the duties of a short-term bodyguard the night before the apocalypse, but that day was the last day, and there was still someone to kill tomorrow, so I was excited to think about it. But it happened that when I got off work and returned to my temporary accommodation, it was the end of the world. He was besieged by more than a dozen zombies, and he didn't have a gun with him, only a small dagger on his leggings by his side.

Zhang Jiuhu grew up in Vietnam since he was a child, an orphan in a refugee camp, and he never went to school, so he only knew that he could speak loudly with big fists in this world. With his fists, he walked out of the bottom little by little, lived a life of food and clothing, and was brought into the killer industry by an elderly man at the age of seventeen. Zhang Jiuhu soon liked to kill people, because Zhang Jiuhu was kicked out of his little brother in a fight when he was young, so Zhang Jiuhu experienced the pleasure that was more refreshing than the climax when he killed people, especially when the last shot exploded other people's heads, Zhang Jiuhu would be sexually happy and couldn't help himself. So when he kills people, he kills men from the back with a headshot, and to kill a woman, he first puts on makeup for the woman, and then shoots him head-on.

Zhang Jiuhu dismembered more than a dozen people who couldn't be killed, only to think that this might be a zombie in the movie, blame himself for thinking late, or he wouldn't have to dismember it so hard, and shoot his head directly, which is so wasteful as now. And Xiao Hui was also bitten by a zombie.

After returning to the accommodation, Zhang Jiuhu tore open his pants and found that the wound did not have any blood at all, but the blood vessels burst slightly, and they were already black. Zhang Jiuhu's eyelids jumped, thinking that the person bitten in the movie would also become a zombie, so Zhang Jiuhu decided to amputate himself. Even if this wound doesn't turn him into a zombie, Zhang Jiuhu will amputate his leg, because Zhang Jiuhu's principle is not to leave any hidden dangers, and if you want to do it, you will never do it. So soon Zhang Jiuhu prepared the things, took a big sip of wine, gritted his teeth and cut off his left calf with a kitchen knife. It turned out that Zhang Jiuhu was right, because the severed leg had become the same skin color as the person he had killed an hour later. A disgusting gray.

Zhang Jiuhu bandaged the wound himself, and in order to scar faster, he also burned a red iron plate with fire and then pressed the fracture. The technique was extremely steady, as if it wasn't burning itself, but he just snorted.

Zhang Jiuhu immediately broke one leg of the iron bed and tied it tightly to his left thigh with a rope, temporarily used to support himself to walk, and then moaned proudly. Zhang Jiuhu is proud of his foresight, proud of his amputation without making a sound, proud of his indifference when he was masochistic, and thinking that if he changed to someone else, he didn't know what the pain would be, and then he would see that he was so light-hearted. From the side, Zhang Jiuhu has a strong masochistic psychology.

Zhang Jiuhu stayed at his residence for two days, and at first he contacted his teacher by satellite phone, which was the old man who brought him into the industry, but later heard Zhang Jiuhu say that his left leg was useless, so he was no longer in contact. Because killer lines don't need people with disabilities.

After Zhang Jiuhu knew that he was abandoned by the organization, he was also very indifferent, because he had already guessed the result. Calling is just a matter of making yourself die.

Zhang Jiuhu didn't go out until his leg wound was completely scarred a few days later, because Zhang Jiuhu needed food and drink.

Zhang Jiuhu lives on the top floor, and there is an attic upstairs, and there is an almost invisible lifeline in the attic, which can directly slip into room 702 of Building 9 behind, and that room is also rented by himself, which is used to escape when surrounded. But Zhang Jiuhu won't use it yet, because he now needs to sweep away his zombies in Building No. 6 and then find food.

But it backfired, because when the community was developed at that time, Vanke Ke took the land far away, and many of the first buildings to be built here were bought cheaply for investment. So Zhang Jiuhu went to the bottom after killing a few zombies and leaving, and only collected two days' rations. On top of that, a bus slammed into the foyer and stuck the exit.

Zhang Jihu was forced to drag his broken leg back to his room, and with the gun he had hidden in his residence, he slipped through the life-saving rope in Room 702 of Building 9.

Zhang Jiuhu was also lucky, and when he got out of room 702, he bumped into the neighbor in room 701 who was about to go out to rescue. Room 701 was still friendly and wanted to go to rescue together, but under Zhang Jiuhu's black revolver, the family of four was blocked back into the house.

At this time, Zhang Jiuhu grabbed the neck of the youngest child of the family with a gun in one hand and the other, pointed it at them, and asked them to choose one person to kill themselves, so that they could save the lives of the others. Otherwise, kill the child first. The demonstration also seemed to result in a shot being fired into the air.

Before he could speak, two figures knelt in front of him.

Cao Ping cautiously looked at the situation on the other side, although he didn't know what they were talking about? But when the bald head gun was pointed at the child's head, the two men and women knelt in front of the bald head, a young man, who looked like the father of the child in school, and the other who looked like the mother of the child, and the two kowtowed while talking something.

In the end, the bald head let the man in it turn his back to him, and then there was another gunshot, "bang......" Half of the man's head was gone in an instant, Cao Ping was nauseous, and there was endless anger. But Cao Ping couldn't do anything, and he might only beg for mercy when he really faced that bald head. Because he had a murderous weapon in his hand - a gun.

Cao Ping continued to watch, and saw that after the bald head killed the child's father, an older man on the other side, as if he had just woken up, frantically pounced on the bald head, but was shot in the head by the bald head halfway.

Two guns, two lives of a living person, Cao Ping didn't know what kind of beast could do such a thing. Cao Ping clenched his fists angrily, but then let go, because he really couldn't do anything.

Zhang Jiuhu was very excited to explode the heads of the two of them, and his whole body trembled with excitement, and there were still two people left, and he decided to carry out the climax to the end.

He is different from others, in his concept, the winner is king, and this kind of apocalypse has begun, and he no longer has to worry about the pursuit of the international police, he can do whatever he wants. As for the rest of the survivors, he sneered, no one other than himself needs to live, because they still have to compete with themselves for food when they live, so Zhang Jiuhu's principle is, encounter-kill!

However, before killing the light, Zhang Jiuhu still wanted to push today's excitement to the highest point, so he once again pointed the gun at the little boy and yelled at the woman: "If you don't want me to kill him, you take off all your clothes." Hey hey ......"