In fact, when the blonde woman first appeared, the first thing that caught Albe's eye was a vivid red. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It turned out that the woman was wearing a red and black plaid dress and a pair of low-heeled shoes. The heel isn't too high, but it's eye-catching enough.

Albe thought that this was the policeman's wife from somewhere, but he didn't expect that she was like them, she was an ordinary member of the manor.

Dressed like this, Albe couldn't imagine how she would work on a regular basis.

It has to be said that Albe is very envious of her hair style, almost like she has just come out of the beauty salon. The big eyes, deliberately emphasized by heavy makeup, seem to be discharged, ready to seduce the hearts of men at any time.

Albe realized that her worries were unnecessary, maybe people didn't have to work at all, and naturally a group of men would help her complete the tasks that she should have done herself.

For example, the men who followed her, all of them showed off their might, and they seemed to have eaten themselves.

Hearing Albe mention the clothes, the blonde woman's face changed instantly, and her already gloomy face became more and more gloomy, as if she had been poked in the sore spot.

After the last "change", the survivors of the exiled manor finally began to believe in Director Pierre's speeches. Everything seems to be moving towards a better future, although they are still not allowed to have personal belongings, even an extra piece of clothing.

Only the blonde woman knew how much she had paid for this dress, and Albe's words completely angered her, even if the little girl now knelt down and begged her to take the greens, the matter must not be settled like this.

"Clothes, huh?"

The blonde woman turned her head to look at the sky and took a deep breath, as if trying to restrain the anger in her heart.

However, she did not restrain herself.

Syllable!

A crisp slap sounded, and by the time everyone reacted, Albe's face was already red.

Albe had already put her hoe across her chest in self-defense, but the blonde woman's sudden attack still cost her.

If it was just a fight between women, maybe the men next to them would still be interested in continuing to watch, but what made them angry was that an inconspicuous little man appeared out of nowhere, kicked the blonde woman to the ground, and then made up for it twice.

Then the situation began to be chaotic, and the two groups clashed together in an instant, and it was no longer possible to tell where Albe and the blonde woman were.

How could the order of the manor be trampled on by these untouchables, and before anyone even fell to the ground, two policemen quickly appeared and brought the situation under control.

In fact, they had already discovered the situation here, but they had been pretending not to see it. They can turn a blind eye to other things, they can't gather a crowd to fight, they will be implicated and punished together.

Under their brutal enforcement, Albe and the blonde woman can finally be seen again.

Albe had a clear red handprint on his face, nothing else, and it seemed that he had not been injured in the confrontation just now.

The blonde woman's regular hairstyle was now scattered, and the red and black plaid dress she cared about so much was stamped with countless hand and foot prints, and what made her even more devastating was that she lost one of her shoes.

The blonde woman looked around with her heavily painted eyes, and her shoes seemed to disappear out of thin air.

"My shoes, my shoes !!"

The blonde woman threw herself in front of a police officer and vented hysterically.

The policeman had slept with her and promised to take care of her as he could, and now it was time for him to make good on his promise.

There is a good saying, at the beginning, he was like a dog, but now he is ugly after.

The policeman frowned, withdrew his arm from the blonde woman's hand without leaving a trace, and looked at Albe with an impatient expression.

"Where's the shoes?"

The policeman who spoke was Zackery, and he had been Officer Vincent's deputy.

The reason why it was said that it was once was not that Zachary made any mistakes or made any contributions, but that something happened to the police officer Vincent.

Since Vincent's unexpected death, Zachary's status at the manor has plummeted. Vincent's position as assistant police chief could not have fallen on his head, and even if he was given it, he would not dare to accept it. Vincent's fate was a lesson from the past, and he didn't want to die so inexplicably.

So, Zakary ended up in the most inconspicuous position he has now: overseeing the labor of this group of untouchables.

It was already a boring position, and there was no oil and water to be fished, and now these dead pariahs were going to make trouble again, and Zachary was naturally in a bad mood.

"I'll say it one last time, what about shoes?"

Seeing that no one responded, Zachary pulled a face and asked again in an unkind tone.

The manor's management of the survivors has always been harsh, and such a thing as being punished for sitting down is simply commonplace, in order to prevent his goddess from suffering, the little glasses have no choice but to stand up.

"Here."

Blaze removed his right leg, revealing his heels that had been stepped into the soft dirt.

"It was so chaotic just now, I accidentally stepped on my feet..."

Before the glasses could finish speaking, Zachary punched him in front of the door, shattering his already sturdy glasses.

Wanyao is already thin, even if he has experienced the baptism of the last days, he still can't be called strong. Under the heavy blow, Wanton Yao took a few steps back and fell to the ground, covering his face with his hands, unable to stand up for a while.

In fact, it was much stronger than when he was scared by zombies to pee his pants, but this time he didn't even snort, and he had to swallow it in his stomach when his teeth were knocked out.

"Stand still for me!"

Seeing that several people wanted to go over to help him, Zachary pulled out his police gun and shouted threateningly.

"That's him, he kicked me just now!"

The blonde woman was just looking to get her high heels back, and when she looked up, she realized that Wanton Yao was the guy who had just stood up for Xiao Nizi.

After recovering her shoes, the blonde woman was much more sober, and although she hated the little glasses, she didn't dare to ask Zachary to do anything for her. Anyway, having said that, if this Zachary still has some conscience and remembers how hard he served him, he should stand up for himself.

"Why did you fight just now?"

Zachary did not let the blonde woman down, and he turned the conversation directly to the conflict.

He is not stupid, this group of people is different from other untouchables, although they are also untouchables, but their identity is still a little special after all. An inexplicable death of a person, Director Pierre held accountable, he could not afford it.

Thinking of the reason for this visit, the blonde woman put aside her hatred for the wanton and immediately added fuel to the vinegar.

With the idea of settling the matter quickly, Zachary waved his hand and made a verdict.

"Take your stolen greens and get back to work."

The blonde woman's face was beaming, and before she could make a move, a crisp voice came.

"No way!"

Albe looked at Zachary across from him, his gaze unwavering. Although he was a little afraid, he showed more bravery in his expression.

(To be done!) ）