Of course, even if he doesn't believe it, it doesn't prevent him from making an exception for a beautiful person.

Carl closed his eyes, his hands closed, his lips moving, and he didn't know what he was chanting.

After a long while, he opened his eyes and smiled with satisfaction, whether it was useful or not, she would be very happy if she knew.

"Boy, what did you read?" Constance said with a smile.

"Hey...... If you say it, it won't work. Carl put his head in his hands, looked up at the ceiling, and smiled sheepishly.

Then, Constantin glanced at Carl as an old driver, his eyes narrowing.

He coughed dryly: "Let's keep walking." ”

He senselessly exposed the young man's affairs, and it could be regarded as leaving a secret for Carl.

"Please, don't kill us......"

"Please......"

"Assert ......"

Carl and Constance glanced at each other, and each saw the shock in each other's eyes, what was going on? A message flashed through their minds at the same time.

"What sound?" Constance asked softly.

"Judging from the sound, there are two men and two women on the other side, and as for the other side......" Karl said with a fixed face, "The number is unknown." ”

But what is certain is that there must be a lot of people in that group, and the identity camp is also an issue, and it is not certain that it is cannibalism for the time being.

After all, there aren't many snatches between survivors, but there are always a few disgusting rat droppings. Although this is disgraceful, it can't be eliminated, after all, you can't break everyone's head to see it, right?

This is unrealistic, so although rat poop is not unscrupulous, it will occasionally catch some lonely.

"Let's go over and see." Konstan said, holding his pistol, his face visibly tinged with anger.

This group of people, in this environment, still have to kill their own kind, this kind of behavior is really despicable.

"Hmm." Carl didn't say anything, but the disdain on his face already proved his attitude.

……

"What do you want to do? Are you going to break the rules of the security circle? I tell you, if you dare to hurt my daughter, I will send you to hell even if I fight for my life! ”

The middle-aged man who spoke glared angrily and shouted, protecting a large and a small girl behind him.

He can't retreat!

Behind him were his daughters, who had lost their mother after the Heaton City cataclysm, after which he had vowed that he would let them both live a good life and not suffer a little.

Even if you lose your life because of it, you don't hesitate to lose your life!

"Yo yo yo...... I'm so scared, come, hit me, hit me. The scar-faced man at the head let out a contemptuous sound, covering his face with his hands, revealing only his eyes.

"Come, fight here."

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

As he spoke, he cocked his ass and provoked the middle-aged man who was glaring angrily, not taking him seriously at all.

The middle-aged man could only stand in place in the face of provocation, a wave of anger was rolling in his heart, and the bones in his body crackled, but he did not move.

Because, he understands, if he kills on impulse, then the next two daughters who have lost their protection will become someone else's pocket.

He did so many things for the sake of his two daughters, so he swallowed this bad breath.

"Boss, this coward is a piece of garbage. However, his daughter seems to be quite smart, hehe......" A short fat man stood behind the scar man and laughed at Mimi, salivating and rubbing his hands.

Ignoring the middle-aged man's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, everyone let out a lewd laugh, and a tent rose in unison with the crotch of his pants.

"Hahaha! Richard, look at your impatient look, you're about to lose the face of our team! Hearing this, the scar-faced man burst into laughter.

What a fucking appetite for Lao Tzu!

Of course, he can't say that, otherwise the fat man won't be able to turn the sky upside down!

"But before we can do that, we need to get rid of a problem!" The scar-faced man's expression turned cold, his gaze turned to the middle-aged man, and he grinned with a row of snow-white teeth.

The scar-faced man's name is Owen, who was a psychologically twisted pervert before the disaster, who had a criminal record against the girl and was sentenced to six years in prison, and was released shortly before the disaster.

Although he is not as psychologically twisted as cannibals, and does not eat human flesh, it does not mean that he does not like killing people and forcing women. It's just that he hides all this well in his heart, and usually pretends to be kind, but in fact he is a garbage in human skin.

People in the security circle don't know that this guy is a dehumanizing garbage, and they usually greet him every day.

As a result, some of the people who went out with him were naturally killed, of course, he was not stupid, he targeted some usually inconspicuous guys, that is, the kind of people who disappeared and would not attract the attention of others.

For example, the father and daughter in front of him, because of the middle-aged man who lost his beloved wife, have a very withdrawn personality and are not good at socializing. Therefore, there are no friends within the security circle.

Naturally, it has become the target in Owen's eyes, he wants to snatch the three security circle residence permits in the hands of this middle-aged man, and then sell them to those people in the city at a high price, so that he can exchange for a large number of materials.

Because all residence permits are bearer, you can enter and live no matter who you are, as long as you have documents.

In Heaton, a residence permit is more valuable than a month's worth of food, and no one wants to sell it.

The documents that circulated were basically full of filthy blood, and the original owner might have been killed a long time ago.

But, does anyone mind? If you can make yourself safer, I believe, many people don't mind.

It didn't happen to me anyway.

"Come on! Come on! Put down your arms and surrender, maybe I will be merciful and let your daughter go, or ......" Owen's eyes flashed with a hint of lewdness, his tongue licked his lips, and said, "Then don't blame me for being ruthless!" ”

"Hahahaha......"

"Hahahaha......"

"The boss is right, if you surrender quickly, I may be able to spare your life."

The minions laughed and encouraged, and those voices seemed to have a magical power, bewitching him.

No way!

He bit the tip of his tongue and glared at them with a pair of eyes, knowing that they were just trying to trick him into laying down his weapon, and when he had no weapon, he was a lamb to be slaughtered.

The words of this group of people are not to be believed at all.

Believe it, and even the last chance to survive is gone.

"No more nonsense! As long as you dare to do it, I will dare to make your blood flow! ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man smirked, holding a pair of short knives in both hands, standing in front of him.