When Finley picked up the MP5, he pulled the pistol back into his waist. After all, he has a flashlight in one hand and a submachine gun in the other, and there are no extra hands at all.

If Bartlet had gone to pick up the gun, Finley would have pulled out the gun and shot him dead. That's why Bartlet put the submachine gun on the ground and planned to use the knife to kill Finley first.

Old man Finley was so focused on dodging Bartlet's attack that he didn't even have a chance to pull out his gun, let alone pick up the MP5 on the ground.

Elena was already so frightened that she hid aside, and watched the two of them fight with a pale face, unable to take any more steps.

Finley had no weapon in his hand, and he could only use his arm to carry it if he couldn't dodge, and there were several more bloody cuts on his body for a while.

Fortunately, Finley has always protected the vital point, otherwise a knife to the heart or inner thigh, then there is no salvation.

If it goes on like this, it will definitely be a dead end, Finley turned his heart sideways, and directly hit Bartlet with his body.

Finley's counterattack was very sudden, and this time it knocked Bartlet two steps away.

While Bartlet didn't stand still, Finley threw the flashlight at Bartlet.

The flashlight smashed into Bartlet's body, and it didn't make the slightest sense except to delay a little time.

Taking advantage of the effort he earned, Finley tried to pull out the pistol from his waist, only to see Bartlet rushing towards the MP5 on the ground.

Finley really didn't have much confidence in his marksmanship, otherwise he would have hit Bartlet's leg just now.

Needless to say, if the submachine gun is picked up by Bartlet, Finley will definitely be beaten into a sieve under a strafing shot!

I saw that the MP5 was closer to me. Finley made a quick decision and immediately ran towards the MP5 as well. Compared to his unreliable marksmanship. It's more important to get the MP5 back first!

Finley was closer to the gun, but because he was a little late. Bartlet had already bent down to pick it up by this time!

Finley fought desperately, and arrived in two steps and kicked the submachine gun on the ground directly.

Bartlet, on the other hand, was knocked to the ground by Finley and almost fell to the ground. By the time he steadied himself, Finley's pistol was pointed at his head.

Although Finley's marksmanship is very average, there is no possibility of missing at such a close distance.

After the two of them fought like this, the zombies outside became even more excited.

A flashlight lay on the floor, providing the only source of light in the dark room.

Finley could barely see Bartlet's expression. The pupils of his eyes dilated, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his face, completely losing the majesty he had just now.

"Cousin, can you spare me once, I promised you to leave here and never come back, please uncle"

See Bartlet begging for mercy. The hand holding the knife was about to move again, and Finley couldn't help but sigh.

If you don't die, you won't die, don't blame me.

"Bang!"

Bartlet's head bloomed with a bloody flower, and he fell to the ground with a thud, dead no more.

Looking at Bartlet, who was lying motionless on the ground, Finley felt that the whole world stood still. The zombie slamming on the door was gone, Elena was gone, and the room was silent.

Finley couldn't believe he had actually fired. He actually killed Bartlet, his nephew.

Although he kept saying that he was going to kill him before. But he never imagined that Bartlet would die at his own hands.

Maybe he was bitten by zombies, maybe he was hacked to death by Li Fat, maybe he chose to commit suicide, no matter what kind of death, Finley thought it was Bartlet's deserved.

The only thing he didn't think about was. Bartlet would have been shot and killed by himself.

Seeing that Bartlet was about to cheat again, Finley pulled the trigger on impulse. Then Bartlet becomes a corpse that will no longer beg for mercy.

The bullet shot him directly in the head, and he didn't even have the possibility of turning into a zombie.

"You know, you know that there are some things that once you do them, there is no room for recovery, why are you so impulsive, why?"

Old man Finley remembered something from before. Standing next to Bartlet's corpse, he kept talking to himself.

I don't know if these words are for himself. Or for the dead Bartlet.

In fact, before the end of the world, Finley still liked Bartlet's nephew. Otherwise he would not be among the many relatives. He was chosen to work in his clubhouse.

Although Finley was usually harsh on Bartlet, and often suspected him of being in his own pockets and stealing from the clubhouse. But Finley didn't fire Bartlet for it, did he?

On the contrary, Bartlet's salary kept rising, and his position was rising higher and higher. If it weren't for liking him, Finley would have kicked him away a long time ago, where are these things behind.

Finley liked this nephew for a simple reason, because he was very similar to himself.

Speaking of which, I have to mention Finley's son again, the son who only knows how to jerk off and electric power.

Despite his old age, Finley has always been very doting on him. But Finley found that he was not at all like himself, not at all.

On the contrary, it was Bartlet, and his wit always reminded Finley of the times when he worked hard when he was younger.

Because Bartlet and his son are the same age, and they grew up together, the two often play together.

When they were teenagers, Finley came home from business one day and saw Bartlet playing with his son. So on a whim, he called them over.

"Today I heard about something from a friend. He, like me, was rich and had a son. ”

Seeing that the two children stood aside very respectfully, and were quite interested in what they were saying, Finley continued with satisfaction.

"He went to stay in a hotel in London and asked for the cheapest room. But the manager told him, "Are you sure, sir?" Your son always picks the most expensive room to live in with us. ”

After listening to what Finley said, the two children behaved differently. Bartlet didn't speak, he knew his uncle must not have finished speaking.

Finley's son said a little nervously: "Dad, don't worry, I never go to a hotel." ”

Finley glanced at his son speechlessly. I hope you can go home a few more times, even if you spend money indiscriminately, don't always sit in front of the computer.

"It's a good thing my dad doesn't play Steam, and no one will tell him about how many games I buy."

Finley's son whispered to Bartlet, who held back his laughter and waited with a serious face for Finley to continue.

"If you were in a situation like my friend's, how would you answer that manager?"

Finley looked at the two children, and it was probably from this time that he developed his habit of preaching. "I'll tell him, do your job, don't be blind if you're fine."

Finley's son replied without thinking. (To be continued.) )

PS: Thank you for the invisible near reward and monthly pass, as well as the newcomer Xiao Zhou's reward, thank you for the motivation I gave me, love you!

This chapter is also unrevised, and book friends who are anxious to see it can have a sneak peek, and the old difficulty should be revised in the middle of the night.

I'm sorry!