"Kill this bastard, and I'll open the door for you!" Finley looked at Bartlet's in disgust.

"What did you say!? Lunatic!! You're a madman!! Bartlet excitedly nudged Finley. If it weren't for Fat Lai and Webster in the middle, he would have beaten Finley half to death.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Li Fatzi and Webster had no choice but to separate them again. Li Fatzi is really depressed now, a large group of zombies are still slamming on the door, and this old man Finley is not over yet.

"If you kill him, I'll take you to the underground cellar and get out of here. What do you think? Old man Finley saw it, although Fat Li and Webster were unrelenting in their efforts to kill the enemy. But they are still not ruthless enough to deal with a guy like Bartlet, who not only surrenders, but also has no threat.

Whether it's for the sake of his beloved club, or for everyone's safety, Finley must get rid of Bartlet here.

"I remember our deal was that as long as we got rid of Schneider's gang, you would show us the way. Not like you're talking about it now. Li Fatzi's eyebrows furrowed, this old man Finley didn't weigh how many catties and taels he had, and he still wanted to cross the river and tear down the bridge?

"This time and that time. Are you going to take this bastard with you? I will never say yes! It seems that Finley is determined to deal with Bartlet here, "When you were in the changing room just now, this bastard was going to cut off your feet, what did this kind of person leave him for!?" ”

Li Fatzi and Webster glanced at each other, and they both saw hesitation in each other's eyes.

"You're not curious why this bastard got into a fight with me just now?" When Finley saw that Fat Li and Webster were beginning to waver, he immediately struck while the iron was hot. "Fatty, you were running into the house. The big guy ran out to pick you up, remember? The bastard wants to lock the door. I've stopped you, otherwise you can still stand here and talk!? ”

Hearing Finley's words, they immediately turned to look at Bartlet. If this is what Finley says, then this Bartlet is killing himself.

"Holy! You old immortal spewing blood! I didn't even move when I stood still, you rushed over and had to fight me for no reason! Bartlet immediately defended himself. If this thing is true, will he not die?

"You dare to say that you haven't moved?"

"Fuck! I wanted to go over and help, how do you know I'm going to lock the door!? You're a madman!! ”

"Nonsense, I've watched you grow up since I was a child, and I don't know you a dog mongrel!?"

"Shut up without proof! I can't stand you taking what you imagine like this! "Finished. Bartlet actually sued his cousin.

The content is nothing more than that Old Man Finley relies on the old and sells the old, and there is paranoia. I often suspect that I have taken advantage of the club, and I steal this and that

It seems that the relationship between the cousin and the nephew has a deep grudge, and it is not surprising that the relationship has deteriorated to the point where it is now. But now the zombies are still slamming the door, and Li Fatzi is not in the mood to listen to them scolding here. It is said that it is difficult for a Qing official to decide family affairs, and he has no intention of mixing this matter at all.

As for this Bartlet, although he helped a little just now, Li Fatzi didn't intend to let him go.

Was Old Man Finley framing Bartlet, or did Bartlet really want to lock the door just now? Li Fatzi couldn't confirm it at all. He himself was more inclined to believe Old Man Finley, after all, this Bartlet was not a good bird.

But Old Man Finley wasn't a fuel-efficient lamp either. It can be seen that he hates this nephew very much, and it is not impossible to kill people with a knife.

"He's your nephew after all"

"Table!" Finley reminded again impatiently.

"Well, whether it's pro or not. As an elder. Don't worry about him anymore. ”

Without giving Finley a chance to refute, Li Fatzi said to Bartlet on the side: "What you have done, you know in your heart. The reason why we don't kill you. It's because you just made a difference. But capital sins can be avoided, but living sins cannot be escaped. Are you willing to accept the punishment? ”

"Punishment? Chop off his hand? Before Batlet could answer. Finley preemptively suggested, "Or scrap his leg?" ”

Bartlet glared at Finley. If Webster hadn't hugged him, he would have beaten Finley hard!

"Let's go, you stay here." Li Fatzi finally chose a compromise solution. That way, you don't have to take Bartlet on the road, and you don't go too far.

After Li Fatzi finished speaking, Finley was about to complain again. In his opinion, it was really difficult to solve the hatred in his heart if he did not remove a part of Bartlet's body.

However, Li Fatzi did not give him a chance to bargain. Be tough when you should be tough, otherwise Finley really thinks that he can completely control them with a bunch of keys and a way to escape the clubhouse.

"Hehe," Bartlet, who had calmed down, sighed and replied with a wry smile, "What's the difference between that and killing me?" ”

Bartlet knew that he had no chance of resisting, and now he could only win the sympathy of this group.

"If you are bitten alive by those zombies, then you might as well kill me now. At least not so painful. ”

"So decided, leave him here! Let's go. Finley heard Bartlet's words and suddenly changed his mind.

Whether it was killing Bartlet, or chopping his hands, it was too cheap for him. Keeping Bartlet's room full of fear is all the more torturous.

Finley remembered an experiment he had seen before, in which a condemned prisoner was locked in a secret cell, blindfolded, and the back of a knife was swiped across his wrist before the ticking sound of water was released. As a result, the prisoner thought that he was dripping blood, and was directly frightened to death by the sound of water ticking.

The fear in a person's heart can scare themselves to death!

So, old man Finley thought it would be a good idea to punish Bartlet like this. And after the zombies entered the gym, Bartlet had no chance of surviving at all.

Thinking about this, Finley felt that Li Fat Man was indeed on his side.

"I think we might as well lock him up in the dining room," Webster pointed to the next room, giving Fat Lees and Finley a wink.

"Anyway, I'm a dying person, you can just say it directly, you don't have to make any eyes." Bartlet had resigned himself to his fate, and he sat on the ground with his ass on his head, and his whole body was falling.

"The movement he makes will irritate the zombies, which will definitely be bad for us to escape"

Webster only said half of his words, but Li Fat understood the meaning of his words. If Bartlet is locked in the gym, there is no way out, and he will definitely find a way to escape. No matter how big the movement is, it will not be a surprise.

These movements will not only make the zombies slamming on the door more excited, but the most terrifying thing is that they will also invite nearby zombies. The escape route that Finley said had not yet been confirmed, and if it was just a lie, wouldn't they be going to suffer with them if they couldn't escape?

If Bartlet were locked in the restaurant next door, the first thing he would do would be to move all the tables and chairs in the restaurant to block the door. And if no one stimulates the zombies, they may disperse after dawn.

If he kicks the door or does something else stupid, it will only attract other zombies in the stadium. The glass doors on the sides of these rooms were no different from the dressing rooms, and doing so would only make him die faster.

The timid Bartlet must not be risky. He will choose to gamble and bet that he is lucky enough!

In this way, it would not make the situation worse, but more thoughtful, not to punish the Bartlet, but to buy time for their escape.

"That's it." Li Fatzi raised his chin at Old Man Finley and motioned for him to open the door quickly.

Old man Finley hesitated and then gave in. Since Li Fatzi and the others refused to kill the surrendered Bartlet, he could only accept this compromise.

Old man Finley gave Bartlett a wary look, then quickly opened the door.

Li Fatzi and Webster cautiously walked in. A guy named Donald had just escaped, and Fat Lai and Webster had to guard against his surprise attack.

Fat Li and Webster swept around with flashlights. There was no one in the restaurant, it was empty. Bartlet resigned himself to following them into the restaurant. The current situation is not too bad, at least there is hope to live, and I can only pray for my good luck.

"Hey" Seeing that Li Fatzi and the others didn't have any nostalgia, they walked directly towards the kitchen, and Bartley opened his mouth to stop them.

"You're just leaving?"

Fat Li and Webster stopped and looked back at Old Man Finley. To tell the truth, this Bartlet had wanted to harm them more than once, and now he has done his best. Then there was Finley and Bartlet's housework, and they didn't want to interfere anymore.

Old Finley hesitated, but finally turned around and walked to the door, where he and Bartlet looked at each other face to face.

"Are you really going to throw me here?" Bartlet asked the old man Finley unwillingly.

"Didn't you do the same thing?" Finley was talking about how Bartlett had helped Schneider deal with himself.

Bartlet was dumbfounded by the question.

"Let's go, let's go." Bartlet's voice became hoarse, as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

"By the way, this may be the last time you and I will meet. What I want to tell you is that although I was often lazy and late, I never took advantage of the clubhouse and never stole anything. Bartlet said to Finley without looking up.

"What, regret it? Want to ask me to spare you? Old man Finley was unmoved. If he is soft-hearted in this way, then he is not sorry for the previous humiliation.

"Hehe, will you?" Bartlet asked sarcastically.

Old man Finley stopped talking nonsense with Bartlet, and turned around and walked towards the kitchen without looking back.

"No, it won't. It is not me who decides your life or death, but God. (To be continued.) )

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