How powerful Wang Dong is and what kind of strength he has, in fact, Zhang Lang is not very clear.

After all, he had only been in contact for a few days, and just seeing a scene of Wang Dong killing zombies like a withering corpse was not enough for Zhang Lang to understand this man's true ability.

And second, is it important for Zhang Lang to be powerful or not?

Very important!

At the moment when Zhang Lang opened the warehouse door of the express station and let Wang Dong, who was holding his daughter, walk in, whether it was Zhang Lang or Wang Dong, they had already regarded each other as a trusted friend or even a brother, and this alone was enough.

Zhang Lang never thought that Wang Dong would be so strong, so powerful that even a killer would be afraid of him.

Instead of worrying, he was happy to get such a message.

After all, this powerful man is now a trusted friend with him.

In other words, the people around him are stronger, which can also mean that the power in his hands has become stronger.

Zhang Lang, who came back to his senses, turned his head and nodded with a smile at Wang Dong, who was still guarding the door.

Wang Dong's indifferent face showed a hint of a smile.

It doesn't take too many words for both people to know what is going on in their hearts.

This is not a heart-to-heart relationship between men and women, but a heart-to-heart relationship between brothers.

Never break four things in your life.

Trust, relationships, promises, and hearts.

Because when they break, they don't make any sound, but they are extremely painful.

Maybe Zhang Lang has such and such problems, and Wang Dong is also a mysterious retired soldier.

But both of them have one thing in common, they are the kind of people in this world who even if only one person trusts me, I must not let him regret it.

Seeing the show of trust between Zhang Lang and Wang Dong, Nalan Qingrou on the side was stunned for a moment.

When Nalan Qingrou understood Wang Dong for the first time, she already knew the identity of the other party.

The kind of iron-blooded evil spirit that has only been experienced on the battlefield and has only killed countless enemies can only be exclusive to soldiers. Even if others want to imitate it, they can't imitate it.

Zhang Lang can't see Wang Dong's strength, it doesn't mean that Nalan Qingrou can't see it either.

As a killer, Nalan Qingrou, who has the instinct of a beast, when she saw Wang Dong for the first time, through observation, she could see that Wang Dong's walking pace was not much different from that of a normal person.

This is a habit, and Wang Dong can't hide it.

The sound of his legs was so light with every step, every step and every moment he lifted, that he could hardly hear any sound or footsteps.

Through this, Nalan Qingrou carefully observed Wang Dong's figure again, and found that whether Wang Dong was walking, pausing, or turning his head to look away, his waist almost maintained a slight bent posture.

The gesture is not very obvious, just a detail that is barely discernible to the naked eye. But such a small detail as normality made Nalan Qingrou's eyelids twitch unconsciously, making the pupils in her eyes shrink a few times from time to time.

Because she could see at a glance that Wang Dong's posture was the easiest combat posture for the human body, as long as it encountered any danger, it would make the body use unpredictable explosive power in an instant, whether it was running away or fighting.

She saw that in addition to keeping Wang Dong's body on alert at all times, his arms were also gently shaking at an angle of thirty-five degrees beside him as he walked.

Nalan Qingrou was horrified to find that no matter how Wang Dong's arm swung, his left hand never left the holster on his left leg more than fifteen centimeters away.

And the right hand, in an extremely strange posture, never left his waist.

Such a posture and action not only allowed Wang Dong to pull out the pistol in the holster in the shortest possible time when he was attacked, but also took out the weapon on his waist in the shortest time, and with the movement of his right hand, anyone who thought that there was an opportunity to pay the most painful price.

This is an absolutely terrible enemy!

And it's a real killing weapon on the battlefield!

When facing such a man, whether it is the first meeting or the second meeting today, Nalan Qingrou is carefully controlling her body and breathing, so that her body does not make a sound, and her breathing becomes long and gentle.

She even slowly narrowed her eyes, trying to control the murderous intent in her eyes and the murderous aura on her body.

Because, Nalan Qingrou already regarded Wang Dong as an existence of the same level.

Therefore, she was very curious, and couldn't understand why Zhang Lang in front of her was obviously weak and like an ant, why could he be escorted by Wang Dong, a powerful soldier?

When Zhang Lang's gaze fell on Nalan Qingrou's face, the woman had already closed the box in her hand and looked directly at herself indifferently.

"So, are you satisfied with what I've done?" Zhang Lang asked with a smile.

"Do you mean the scum who was thrown out?" The corners of Nalan Qingrou's mouth curled, revealing a mocking sneer, "Watching a living person become a dead person because of your words, you don't seem to have a little burden in your heart." ”

The smile on Zhang Lang's face remained unchanged, "When I saw someone kill a couple with their own hands for a little food and water, I didn't treat this kind of person as the same kind." Cheng Jundong is this kind of person, no matter how many people like this die, I won't have any psychological burden. ”

Nalan Qingrou put away the indifference on her face, and looked at the young man beside her strangely, "I think you will meet many more such people in the future." Are you going to kill them all? ”

"Hehe......" Zhang Lang sighed and shook his head, "In today's world, I don't know what the reason for killing is. But in order to survive, maybe my hands will be stained with a lot of other people's lives. But I'm pretty sure that I won't kill people for no reason until I have to, until I can't stand it myself. ”

Nalan Qingrou tilted her head and thought about it, and nodded, "I have to say, you give me the feeling that you are a very reassuring patron." At least I don't have to worry about being sold by you one day. ”

Nalan Qing's soft answer made Zhang Lang laugh happily.

He knew that he had received the temporary approval of this Miss Killer.

"I don't like the title of owner." Zhang Lang looked at Nalan Qingrou with a smile.

"What's that calling you?" Nalan Qingrou asked, "Boss? ”

"Boss? To is a good name. ”

"So boss, when are we going to start?"

"Today!"

A commercial vehicle equipped with a protective fence slowly drove out of the garage, crushed Cheng Jundong, who had long since died and had turned into dry bones, knocked many zombies away, and walked away......