Wang Haoren and the others fought all the way in, and at the entrance of the village commissary, they saw three zombies with backpacks and weapons, and five zombies with guns. Apparently this is a team that came to search for supplies, and was killed here by zombies instead of succeeding.

After solving these zombies, Wang Haoren said to them: "Brother Zhu, Xiao Zhang, let's go find out their car first, and then drive over to pull these things, the speed must be fast, there may be powerful guys here who are not safe." ”

"Well, listen to you, let's withdraw first and drive in, Xiao Zhang don't get down in the car, if there is a situation, we will get in the car and run." Zhu Minghui continued.

"Okay, Brother Zhu." Zhang Dongheng nodded and replied.

The three of them returned the same way and found two cars next to the village, one was a modified bank cash truck, and the other was a professional Mercedes-Benz off-road racing car. Ultra-high chassis, domineering streamlined body, 16-speed dual gearbox, all-terrain puncture-proof non-charging wide-side tires, front and rear high-power locking winch. Wang Haoren drove the mountain deer off-road, compared with this car, the whole turtle and the feeling of being rich and handsome.

"Good car, my modified off-road vehicle can be replaced." Wang Haoren said happily that he had seen a lot of good cars in the city, but it would be difficult to drive them out of the city. The city is littered with car wreckage, blocking roads, and there are so many zombies and debris roaming around that it's hard to clear a way out of the road. The cars on the edge of the city are not as good as the off-road vehicles. After so long, I found a good Grand Cherokee off-road vehicle and gave it to Zhang Dongheng.

"Well, this Mercedes-Benz off-road is for you, and I'll drive this cash truck." Zhu Minghui said, "Xiao Zhang, you go and drive your Grand Cherokee over, and we will enter the village together." ”

"Okay." Zhang Dongheng trotted and went to drive the car over.

After the three cars met, they drove to the village commissary and loaded the cars with supplies. There weren't many things in the commissary, and the cash truck was gone after most of the cart was loaded. They scavenged room after room, rice, pickles, ham, bacon. These were in every house, and the three cars were crammed to the brim, so they were satisfied, and drove Wang Haoren's off-road vehicle back to the base.

"Phew!" A crunch was heard.

"Where's the gun?" When Wang Haoren heard the gunshot, he immediately stepped on the brakes and stopped. After getting out of the car, he asked Zhu Minghui and Zhang Dongheng, who also stopped.

"The gunshots are coming from over there." Zhang Dongheng pointed to the left front and replied.

"Phew!" Another gunshot rang out.

"This is the sound of a muffler, a military large-caliber sniper rifle, let's go and have a look." Wang Haoren judged it as soon as he heard it, not that he was too curious, but the direction from which the gunshots came from, which happened to be the direction back to the base. If they continue to drive forward, they are likely to encounter a large number of zombies or mutant beasts attracted by the sound of gunfire.

"Phew!" "Phew!" "Phew!"

There were three gunshots in a row, and the interval between the gunshots was very short. Wang Haoren judged that this should be a master of using guns, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to fire three shots in such a short period of time. A large-caliber sniper rifle is not an automatic rifle, and every time it is fired, the bolt must be pulled to push the bullet onto the load, and if you are not a master, it is impossible to do it, so that three shots are fired in a short time.

"Be careful! This is a master. Wang Haoren reminded them in a low voice.

After walking forward for about 200 meters, Wang Haoren saw the person who fired the gun from the telescope. A man in a black combat uniform was riding on the edge of a large tree, and more than 20 meters below the tree in front of him, three mutant pigs the size of a small car fell in a pool of blood. The man's face looked relatively ordinary, with a popular face, short hair one inch long, and his facial features looked slightly vicissitudes, obviously a veteran. He looked to be about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, and that was a calm and sophisticated temperament, which can only be possessed by experiencing the hardships of life.

At his waist, two solid black, military melee large-caliber pistols were entrenched there. The black metallic luster, the huge shape, and the faint cold light make these two huge melee large-caliber pistols absolutely genuine at a glance, not street toys, but what is quite strange is that on these two huge melee large-caliber pistols, two silencers are installed.

The rod he holds in his hand is the real big killer. The S2050 anti-materiel sniper rifle is a super sniper rifle used to shoot down helicopter gunships on the battlefield. At this moment, this extremely terrifying big killer with a silencer is in his hand. He held a gun in one hand and a telescope in the other. Wang Haoren's arrival did not escape his eyes, and he just glanced at it lightly, and continued to observe the surroundings.

Wang Haoren stopped, and at the same time blocked Zhang Dongheng, who was about to move forward, with his hand and said: "He has no malicious intentions, he is just hunting, we will return to the car, and we will continue on the road." ”

The man jumped down from the tree more than twenty meters high, and then pulled out a gray-white serrated knife from his waist, and worked on the corpse of the mutant pig. After all, the strength of the muscles and skin of the mutant pig is too perverted, so for the corpse of this mutant pig, there is really no way for the ordinary dagger, and it can only come slowly with such a thing as a sawtooth.

The three mutated pigskins were peeled off and laid on the ground, and he used the knife in his hand to cut the bark and take some sap and apply it to the mutated pigskin. Then he rolled up the pigskin and tied it with a rope and carried it on his back. Then he took out a large plastic woven bag and filled it with mutated pork. Then he dragged a canvas hiking bag out of the grass, rolled out a motocross motorcycle, and strapped meat and pigskin to the back seat and galloped away. The whole process seemed unpleasant, but it was like a smooth flow, without the slightest superfluous movement. It was estimated that it took less than five minutes from the time he jumped from the tree to the time he drove away.

Wang Haoren and the others also immediately started the car and galloped towards the base. Wang Haoren: It's not that they don't want to leave first, but they can't leave. In the course of the hunt, if you see it, you either leave without looking, or you have to wait for the hunter to leave. Otherwise, it is easy to cause misunderstanding and conflict with others, and who knows if you will go to the front to set up an ambush.

For this little episode on the way, Wang Haoren didn't take it to heart. It is not uncommon to see loners like that man, these people are people with some skills, perhaps for some reason they do not want to get along with people, and go out alone to hunt and search for supplies. Most of them have experienced the betrayal or betrayal of their peers, and their whole personality has changed drastically, and they no longer believe that anyone is alone. In this era of cannibalism, betrayal and betrayal fully reflect the selfishness and greed of man. Under the huge benefits, many people choose to betray their companions, or simply kill their companions for exclusive gain. And most of those who survived the betrayal became loners, living alone like a lone wolf.

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