Although Brooke is a little scheming, he is also just a small cop. He had never experienced any big scenes, and it was even his first actual shooting, not counting in the practice range.

Seeing that he had knocked someone away, Brooke forgot about the zombies and immediately rushed out of the car to check.

This is already a relatively remote road in the center of the city, and there is not even a human figure around. Fortunately, the street lights are still on, but it is not as scary as imagined.

It was past three o'clock in the morning, and the rest of the place had already been quiet except for the bar street.

"Hey! Wake up! ”

The man was knocked out several meters away, and Brooke hurriedly crouched down and slapped him in the face. The man didn't react at all, and Brooke immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

It can't be dead, right? I actually killed someone!?

Although Brooke had just abandoned Quincy, which led directly to the latter's tragic death, there was still a difference between that and killing with his own hands.

Brooke never imagined that he would kill someone one day!

What to do!!??

Hospital! If you get to the hospital, you might still be saved!!

Brooke hurried to pick the man up, only to wake up unexpectedly. Brooke will never forget that low roar, it wasn't a human sound!

Seeing that the man opened his mouth and bit his arm, Brooke hurriedly threw him out.

Holy! It's actually a living dead!!

The man had lost half his life even if he hadn't been killed, but it stood up again as if it didn't feel pain. Brooke was terrified. His legs went limp, and he retreated again and again. As a result, I didn't stand firm. Just sit down on the ground.

The zombie's right leg seemed to be fractured, and he fell to the ground after walking two steps. Brooke looked at the bloody face. The female zombie with a hideous expression kept crawling towards her, and hurriedly touched the pistol on her waist.

Bang!

Just as the zombie's hand was about to catch him, Brooke hurriedly shot it in the head.

Looking at the puddle of red and white things on the ground, Brooke's stomach immediately rolled. This is the first person I killed. No, this is the first living dead person you killed!

After a pause, Brooke finally regained his composure.

He was glad that he had just hit the living dead, because killing a monster wouldn't make him too entangled.

People, sometimes that's it. You may be kind like a god to some people, but you can be cruel like a demon to others.

Brooke actually looked down on Quincy. And he was very jealous of him, even more so than Lyle.

Although Lyle mixed very well, it also made Brooke's eyes red, but it was hard work by others. Don't you Quincy just have a good father, otherwise you can get into the police force, otherwise Lao Tzu will be so low and pleasing to you?

Thinking of the efforts he had put into the police exam, remembering that Pierre had given Vinson the position of sheriff, and remembering the unfair treatment he had received, Brooke did not hesitate to leave Quincy. I drove away by myself.

Brooke gets out of the car to check on a stranger who has been hit, but is reluctant to save a colleague he knows.

Man, what a contradictory animal.

It's not safe here, and Brooke is no longer in a daze. Get up and get ready to go back to the car.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came to mind behind him!

The safety of the gun had already been opened, and Brooke did not hesitate to turn back and raise the gun. Aimed at the comer.

Brooke was glad that his fingers were 0.01 seconds slower than his thoughts, otherwise he would have killed someone today.

"Oh. Don't shoot, I'm not a zombie. ”

People who come can talk. Then it's certainly not the living dead. But what happened tonight was too weird, Brooke didn't put the gun away, and the muzzle of the gun was still aimed at the middle-aged man opposite.

Under the illumination of the street lamp, you can probably see the appearance of the people who are coming.

This middle-aged uncle has brown hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The hair is combed shiny, and the beard is cleaned, looking like a successful person. It's just that the hair and beard are a little gray, and it looks a little more vicissitudes.

“What-are-you-doing-here？ What are you doing here!? Brooke looked at the middle-aged uncle with a wary expression.

Before he asked the question, he had already discovered two suspicious points: First, instead of running away when he heard the gunshot, the person came to find him, which was suspicious.

Second, he pointed a gun at him, he didn't subconsciously raise his hands, and he didn't look scared at all, even more suspicious.

Having seen so many weird and horrible things tonight, Brooke is a little bit of a soldier.

"Hey! What are you doing here!? Seeing that the middle-aged uncle did not reply, Brooke asked impatiently again.

"Of course I'm here for you." The middle-aged uncle spread his hands and looked innocent, "Could it be that you came to find that poor lady?" ”

The middle-aged uncle refers to the female zombie who has just been shot in the head by Brooke. It lay not far away, blood spilling all over the ground.

"Looking for me? Do you know me? Brooke couldn't remember where he had seen this uncle.

The middle-aged uncle sighed helplessly: "Aren't you a policeman?" Is there anything wrong with me coming to you? Mr. police. ”

Brooke was stopped by the man. But no, now the streets are full of living dead, and it is reasonable for the other party to run over for help when he sees the police car and his uniform, but he is suspicious.

Brooke shook his head, it seemed like he really should have brace himself.

"It's not safe here, let's get out of here."

Brooke put the gun away and returned to the car, only to find that the man was also in the passenger seat.

"Are you ignoring me? Or do you not understand what I just said? "Brooke is upset right now.

His hand never left the gun. If this person dared to make any moves, Brooke dealt with it directly as the attacker.

"Mr. Policeman, I have seriously considered what you just said. I think it's safest to follow you in this situation. The middle-aged uncle explained unhurriedly.

Brooke glared at him and let go of his grip on the gun. After a few seconds of silence, the vehicle was finally started and did not push the man down.

"Where are we going, Mr. Policeman."

"The police station."

"I think the police station is a good option, it's very safe there." The middle-aged uncle nodded with satisfaction.

"Hey, youknowwhat, if you dare to talk nonsense again, believe it or not I'll kick you out!?"

For some reason, Brooke was upset by this sudden appearance.

The uncle was very cooperative, and he really didn't say a word again. Brooke glanced at him, then resumed driving.

The police car rounded the zombie that had just been shot in the head and sped away from the path.

(To be continued) (To be continued.) )

PS: This uncle came out in the previous plot. Would you like to guess who it is? There's a big benefit in guessing, hahahaha.

There will be a change in a while!