"So, your guns are all fake? The same goes for that guy named Mike? Fat Li had already returned from the equipment room, and asked Webster, who was sitting on a stool and meditating.

After Old Man Finley left just now, Fat Li first went to check the garage and Teacher Nina's condition. The garage door was still strong, and Ms. Nina was asleep. Li didn't wake her up and returned to the locker room.

"No, it's not." Webster shook his head, "We do have a few guns, but it's just a fake one." The one in Mike's hand was a real gun, and you should be glad he didn't shoot at the time. ”

"Why, I have to thank those bandits for not killing?" Li Fatzi raised his eyebrows, and asked rhetorically in a somewhat cold tone.

"I'm not embarrassed about that, I'm talking too"

"Forget it." Fat Li waved his hand, interrupting Webster's apology.

Now they have to fight Schneider together, because a little thing can not be worth the loss. Regarding Webster's answer just now, Li Fatzi did not doubt him. First of all, he didn't have to lie about it at all. Secondly, judging by Webster's kickout, he must have been on the fringes of that team.

It's normal that Mike didn't give real guns to people who might be left behind at any time.

"What are we going to do now?" Webster looked at his watch and asked the fat man with some concern.

It's past eleven o'clock now, and if Old Man Finley hadn't scared them, Schneider's gang would have come to attack in a few hours.

Li Fatzi didn't reply, and sighed. His eyebrows were clumped, and he began to think of countermeasures. Schneider's gang was about seven or eight people. The weapon is two fire axes, plus several golf clubs.

Fat Li knew that he was not Bruce Lee. Webster is also not a boxing champion Tyson. They have almost no chance of winning when they are tough, and they can only treat the unprepared enemy with a prepared army, and maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.

I learned from Old Man Finley that the purpose of Schneider's gang was to kill people and seize the guns in their hands. So it's impossible to scare them with guns and save their lives.

Tonight, either they die, or Fat Li and Webster die!

Li Fatzi remembered what Finley had said before: since they entered this club, they were destined to have a battle to the death with Schneider.

Whether it's staying here to hide from the zombies. Or go out to find Dr. Rose, only the victorious have the final say.

How can you catch Schneider off guard? If Lily was here, she would have figured it out.

I don't know why, Fat Li suddenly remembered Lily, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

I still remember the first time I met her, Lily had just saved everyone in the nightclub hall with her own wisdom. After listening to Lily how they saved themselves, Li Fatzi admired her. Especially when it comes to some small details, Lily handles it like nothing else.

For example, in order to prevent Charlie from counting the numbers, Lily also made a doppelganger out of a high chair. That's how Big Tom's empty seat is blocked. So much so that Charlie found that the number of people was right at the time, so he opened the door.

Thinking of this, and seeing Webster's new clothes again, Li Fatman's eyes suddenly lit up.

"What about the clothes you took off?" Webster was inexplicably asked by the fat man. Pointing to a pile of clothes not far away, he asked, "What's wrong there?" ”

Webster is now in a new look, and even his socks have been changed.

Li Fatzi did not answer him. Hurriedly got up and ran to the instrument room. Teacher Nina was still asleep, and Fat Li softly picked up a few bags of golf clubs. It's back in the locker room.

"Here, make a dummy out of your clothes."

Fat Lai handed a bag of clubs to Webster. Seeing that the latter still looked dazed, Li Fatzi explained again: "It's not the kind of standing dummy, just make it lying on the ground." ”

Webster suddenly realized, took the club and started to work. While taking off his clothes, Li Fat prayed: I hope Lily's method still works!

On the other side, in the restaurant of the golf clubhouse.

Schneider was sitting in the center at this time, and there were six younger brothers sitting next to him. There were only seven of them in the room at this time, and the women were all driven back to the room by Schneider.

"Boss, those two grandsons are too arrogant, we must avenge this revenge!" Bartlet remembered the kick that the fat man kicked him, and said to Schneider with an aggrieved face.

This afternoon, Bartlet tried to forcibly search his body, but Webster put a gun directly to the door of the head. At that time, Li Fatzi's kick was also out of good intentions, otherwise Bartlet would have been shot in the head.

Of course, Li Fatzi didn't know that Webster was holding a toy gun at that time. Bartlet didn't thank Li Fat for this, but still held a grudge against him.

"Don't worry, wait for Finley to come back and make a decision." Schneider replied with his eyes closed and his eyes open.

In fact, when it comes to face, Schneider cares more than Bartlet. Since he took over the golf club, when has Schneider been so angry. He will always be the only one who bullies others, and no one can take advantage of him.

Even on the few times they had failed before, the teams had to leave behind a few corpses and flee in disarray. How can there be someone like Li Fatzi and the others, if they don't leave, they still live with a swagger, and they don't save a little face for themselves.

In the final analysis, it comes down to Webster's pistol.

If it weren't for that pistol, the two of them would have been tied up by now, and maybe they would have been thrown to feed the zombies.

That's why Schneider wanted to get his hands on the pistol. As long as there is a pistol, who else can help themselves in this world?

"Big brother, don't listen to Bartlet's nonsense. I don't think those two people are good at stubble, and besides, they still have guns in their hands, let's stop stealing chickens and not lose a handful of rice" It was another younger brother who persuaded Schneider.

The man, who had been there in the afternoon, was too frightened by the gun. I still have lingering palpitations.

"Aren't they stuck here with zombies? It is estimated that when the zombies disperse, they will leave. ”

Schneider listened to the little brother's words. I couldn't help frowning. They're gone, isn't that Lao Tzu's gun gone?

Bartlet's no other skills. I can't fight, and I can't do anything, but I still have a set of skills to observe words and feelings. Otherwise, Old Man Finley would not have kept him from so many relatives.

Seeing that Schneider's expression was wrong, Bartlet slammed the table and stood up: "You-mother-fucker!" What do you TMD say!? ”

Schneider was startled by the commotion made by Bartlet, and finally opened his eyes.

"Am I talking nonsense? I think you're a fart with a mouthful! When will it be your turn to make decisions for Big Brother!? Bartlet unceremoniously pointed at the man who had just spoken, blew his beard and glared, and scolded, "Aren't you afraid?" Then don't participate in tonight's action, Lao Tzu only thinks you are a coward! You're going to hang out with those in the future! ”

The man's face was red and white when he was scolded, and he immediately explained, "Big brother." Bartlet's talking nonsense again! You know I'm doing it for your own good."

"You still dare to say that I am talking nonsense, see if I don't smoke you"

"You dare!"

"That's it!"

Schneider interrupted the argument with some impatience.

"Shut up! You sit down for me! ”

Seeing that the two finally stopped arguing, Schneider continued.

"What's the noise? Aren't you afraid of being heard by those two guys!? You've just turned a deaf ear to what I just said, haven't you? ”

Schneider looked fierce and vicious, and everyone was so frightened that they bowed their heads.

"Wait for Finley to come back and make a decision, lock my mouth and don't say a word!" After saying that, Schneider continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

The other six were silent, except for Bartlet and the man, who were still glaring at each other.

Schneider had been thinking about a sneak attack tonight. Seriously. Although he wanted the gun very much, he said that he was not afraid, it must be fake.

It's the end times, if not fatal. Surely he was not saved in this year. Being shot is basically the same as death.

But the reason why Schneider still dared to move Li Fat Man and them naturally also relied on it. The first is the drugged food. As long as Li Fatzi and the others eat, they can hand over the gun without bloodshed tonight.

If those two know each other. Schneider may also be merciful enough to take them as horses.

Even if they didn't eat it, their side had an advantage. First of all. Now there is no electricity, in the absence of lighting to aim. Guns will be much less of a threat. Secondly, his side is full of wine and food, and he is waiting for work. Beat two people who had escaped for a day and been hungry for a day, and they were still fighting more and less, Schneider couldn't think of a reason why he would lose.

And, even if they have guns in their hands, do they really dare to shoot them? When the time comes, bring the zombies around, won't everyone be dead?

Besides, no one can guarantee where the bullets will go in the dark. If those glass doors are broken, everyone will have to die here.

Schneider pinched the seven inches of Li Fatzi and Webster, so he dared to carry out a sneak attack at night as before.

In his opinion, there was hardly any risk tonight.

If they were allowed to live like this in the clubhouse, Schneider would never have agreed. Although he had also stolen the clubhouse from Old Man Finley, Schneider had already taken it as his personal property and territory.

It's like the male orangutans in the animal world who will desperately defend their territory. There is no compromise in this matter, it is just one word: do!

What's more, if you win, you can get a pistol, and Schneider is now waiting for Finley's intelligence. When everything is confirmed, he can make up his mind.

I don't know what the hell is going on with that old thing Finley, who has been gone for so long and hasn't come back. Just as Schneider was about to send someone to check it out, a knock finally sounded on the door.

The younger brother immediately walked over and opened the door to let him in after confirming that it was Finley.

"How?" Before Finley could sit down, Schneider couldn't wait to ask him.

"Good news, great news!" Finley put on a flattering face, if he was seen by Li Fatzi, he would definitely want to beat him up again. (To be continued.) )