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The convoy blocked the gate of a small courtyard, and the mob smashed open the gate, and after finding a few people in the three-story building, dragged them to the courtyard, where the gunfire was unusually small in the storm.

The child was still shouting chocolate, he stood outside the yard in a daze, looked at the few people who fell in the yard, suddenly smiled weirdly, stepped on the mud and disappeared into the rain.

Dogleg wanted to take someone to arrest the child, but Gong Gang reached out to stop him.

"There's no need, a broken child can turn the world upside down, don't make a difference when you come out this time."

Soon they removed a small gas canister from the car and made dinner in the original owner's room.

The dog leg held a bowl of stew and handed it to Gong Gang who was lying on the leather sofa, and that appearance disgusted the few people who had to be vigilant, and some of the things they did in private made this guy stab him on it.

The dogleg suddenly flattered and asked tentatively: "Boss, do you know where you are going this time?" ”

Gong Gang frowned, snatched the dishes and chopsticks and scolded: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

But after saying this, he didn't know the bottom in his heart, and before leaving, the third brother just told him an address, that place he had been to before, except for two schools, there was nothing worth grabbing.

He also thought about asking about specific matters, but when he remembered the fate of those people who got to the bottom of it, he wisely closed his mouth.

Let's hope there won't be any moths!

He was really afraid of being surrounded by zombies along the way, and if he was accidentally bitten, he could only shoot himself in the head.

However, he keenly found that it seemed that the group of black skins in the barracks were not afraid of zombies at all, as if being bitten was insignificant.

He also thought about chatting with the group of black skins and probing some mouth, but unfortunately the two sides formed a mortal enmity at the beginning, and if he got together again, it must be that both sides are not pleased.

In fact, he wanted to take refuge in the group of blackskins, but first, he was not an alien, and second, he did not have outstanding marksmanship skills, and he could not drive a tank, so he could only climb up step by step by completing the task.

"What a grievance!"

With all kinds of thoughts in his heart, he lay down on a bed first, and dozens of people outside the room also crowded together one after another to sleep.

At about one o'clock in the middle of the night, the dog's legs got up groggily, stepping on the side leg meat of several people, causing a burst of cursing, and some of them even pushed him hard when they got up.

He stumbled to find the toilet in the dark, and just turned the doorknob, only to hear a low buzzing sound inside, when suddenly a black shadow pounced on his face, knocking him to the ground.

He screamed in fear, his limbs fluttering wildly, and after more than ten seconds, he realized that it was not a terrible zombie at all, nor a mutated insect beast, but a swarm of green-headed flies.

Each one was bigger than the previous one, flying over his head, when he smelled a foul smell and realized that the toilet had lost its cleaning function and was filled with feces.

He ran down to the third floor in disgust, ran to the yard and vomited, vomiting all the messy stew he had eaten at night.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning lit up in the sky, and the courtyard also illuminated the situation, and the fresh air brought by the heavy rain brought him a little relief.

Then there was another flash of lightning, and he suddenly saw that the corpses in the courtyard had suddenly disappeared, and at this time, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in front of him, as if there was a wall in front of him, and the rain in the sky fell to that place and automatically avoided it!

Curiosity drove him to something wrong, and before he could get out of the yard, he felt something choke his neck, and he seemed to be grabbed by a large invisible hand, dragged out of the yard and fell into a puddle of muddy water.

The muddy water poured into his nose and mouth, and he was already terrified, and in his desperate gaze, he was once again caught by an invisible force in a grocery store not far away, and then the chain of the store tied his limbs and hung him from the beams of the house.

What the hell is going on? Ghosts?

Dogleg couldn't help but think of some terrible movies, feeling that he had encountered a ghost, and when he was trembling, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and the owner of the hand said coldly: "Don't scream." ”

The dog shook and swallowed back the scream in his throat, watching Chen Guang slowly appear in the dark, his eyes were full of fear.

The owner of the grocery store has turned into a zombie, smelling the smell of the living, his hands reach towards him, but his body is blocked by the glass cabinet and cannot move forward, and the sound of muscle bones cutting back and forth on the edge of the glass makes the dog's legs almost collapse.

After catching a thug, Chen Guang ignored him, he just used his telekinesis to control it, squeezed the zombie's neck to shreds, and then pulled over a dusty chair and sat down.

Now Chen Guang is more and more proficient in the control of telekinesis, and he can exert great power in a small space, and he absorbs the blood energy of the ability faster and faster, and often before a battle is over, he has been able to turn the opponent's ability into his own use.

He said to the dog's legs, "When you shout, your head is like a zombie." ”

At this moment, Chen Guang is even more terrifying than the devil in the eyes of the dog's legs, and the zombies can't give him this kind of fear, how dare he not agree, and nod his head and flattery busily, for fear that Chen Guang will suddenly tear his neck apart.

"Now I'll ask you to answer."

"Well... Good. The dog's legs trembled, and he couldn't help but tremble with every word that popped out of his mouth.

Chen Guang couldn't help but smile when he looked like this: "Don't worry, answer well, I won't do anything to you!" ”

This put a big question mark in the dog's heart!? Won't you do anything to me, and you're still pinching zombies to death with your abilities in front of me?

Am I really a fool?

Slowly waiting for the other party to stabilize his mood, Chen Guang began to ask about the other party's situation. Only then did he know the basic number of people in the barracks, the original team of nearly 800 people, and the barracks controlled by the five bosses together, only half of the staff was left after a civil strife.

Before the arrival of the Black Iron Group, the military camp looted the looted materials and survivors, and sold the stolen goods in another place called Ghost City, but because the distance was too far and the other party was too ruthless, the two sides were full of contradictions, but because Xu Youfu's ability was too weird, many gangs that wanted to attack openly and secretly were killed by him.

A few weeks ago, Xu Youfu, the boss of the barracks, suddenly chose the Black Iron Group, which had a conflict, as a long-term partner of the military camp, and the payment method of the Black Iron Group was arms and ammunition, and the first batch of arms had already been shipped to the barracks.

Therefore, the boss of the military camp decided to expand the manpower, and sent a team of men and horses very early on, as survivors to lurk in the military stronghold of Wangtai Town, this time he sent a team of men and horses to respond, and he may be able to harvest more than 1,000 people in one fell swoop.

"You boss, what's his ability?"

Chen Guang knew that if he mastered a team of hundreds of people without an ability, once an ability appeared, it would easily lead to a civil war for position. Therefore, it is impossible for someone who can control this group of people all the time to be a weak person.