"Of course, I'm ready for a walk-and-go trip!"

The bald brother pinched the face of the man in sunglasses and made a baseball pitcher pose.

Could it be ......

"Walk you!"

A vigorous throw, towards the diagonal top of the toilet.

Everyone in the house heard a loud noise, as if mixed with the screams of something.

An unidentified object broke through the roof of the Internet café, broke through the sky, turned into a beautiful arc, and disappeared into the blue sky.

"What sound?"

"I don't know."

"Why do I seem to hear the boss's screams?"

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense, be careful that the boss will come out and slash you twice! ”

The attention of all the thugs was suddenly distracted.

Because the source of the sound came from the toilet, the thugs who had simplified their thinking circuits did not think much and began to gather at the door of the toilet spontaneously.

Golden opportunity!

Jun Cao, who had been hiding under the round table surrounded by a tablecloth, stared at the table and stood up, holding two large plastic buckets filled with golden liquid in his hand and throwing them at the mob.

Two gunshots!

Two of the rioters with shotguns saw the approaching plastic bucket and subconsciously aimed and pulled the trigger.

The plastic bucket burst open, and all the liquid inside spilled out, spilling most of the thugs all over their faces!

"Eyes! My eyes! ”

"Dog's day! Lao Tzu can't see anything! ”

"Don't panic! It's just oil! Wipe it and it's gone! Call a ball! ”

"Fuck that bastard who threw the oil!"

The thugs swore one after another.

This thing was found in the kitchen by Jun Cao before, two barrels of 5-liter edible salad oil.

The slimy, slippery thugs looked at the military cao not far away, and the fire rushed up.

But they were immediately stunned, for they saw the Molotov cocktail in Jun Cao's hand that had already lit the primer.

didn't give them much time to react, and decisively smashed out the Molotov cocktail after rolling over on its side, hiding behind the bookshelf.

Oil can fuel combustion, so!

The fire spread in an instant! The thugs who had been splashed with a lot of oil on their bodies turned into fire men one by one!

Yes! Ahhh The screams came and went~

The bald brother who poked his head out of the toilet after wiping his hands saw the bonfire feast in front of him, and his eyes were a little dazed.

Is this what it's all about?

"Water! Where is the water!!! ”

Those who were on fire were already howling and running around, unable to find their way, but some of the ones on fire were still suffering from the burning pain while they were conscious.

Where is the water? Toilet!

Then the bald brother watched as the thugs on fire pounced on him one by one.

Spontaneous combustion-suicide strike?! Do you still want to shout "Allahu Akbar"?

Looking at the fire people who rushed over, the bald brother still used his left hand on the door to unload the whole door, and twisted the door into a thick stick like a towel.

Let me show you what a real batsman is~

……

As an independent building, the Internet café has been opened more than a dozen human-sized holes, and there is still a raging fire inside~

Brother Bald and his entourage had already left the Internet café and stood in the distance looking at it with complicated eyes.

The refreshed bald brother threw away the twisted metal bat (made of door panels) on his shoulder and clapped his hands.

"Let's go, Sagara-kun will lead the way~"

The bald brother picked up his bag and said to Jun Cao.

Jun Cao and the others raised their heads and looked around.

On the various high-rise buildings not far from the Internet café, or ten, or eight, or fifteen floors, in short, a total of fifteen abrupt holes are very conspicuous, and even someone's half-cut body with flames hangs at the entrance of the hole.

I looked down at the twisted and dented door cricket bat again, and then at the bald brother who looked fine.

"I think it's better for us to have selective amnesia."

Jun Cao's face was serious.

"I feel the same way, whoever is free, help me calculate the area of my psychological shadow."

Ma Chao's horse face was blank.

"I don't think I slept tonight."

Poison Island's eyes are also rare to lose their minds.

“…… It's all the world's fault. ”

Gui Yanye, you dumped the pot again......

Each thug paid an average of 25 points for the bald brother, and the man in sunglasses seemed to be a captain and paid 50 points.

The bald brother has a total of 425 points. (Ma Chao and Yan Ye don't have any output, so they can't share the points.) ）

It can also be seen from the points that the personal strength of the thug should be more than twice that of the ordinary dead body.

Therefore, in the last days, the most terrible thing is not the dead body, but the living.

……

The bald brother and his party, who had obtained the information, continued to march.

After eliminating a small group of thugs, the figures of the thugs seemed to disappear, and there were no accidents along the way, and it was a little weird.

Time slowly came to dusk.

If you want to get to the East End, you have to cross this long river that runs through the city.

It is obviously unrealistic to swim over, not to mention whether there are landlubbers here, almost all the supplies they carry have to be discarded, and for some people who are not good at water, clothes are a heavy burden.

The river is not involved in fishing, and finding a boat is also an unlikely thing to do.

Therefore, the most suitable way to cross the bridge is to cross the Obetsu Bridge

Perhaps because the sun was gradually setting, dead bodies that were still sporadic began to appear.

Everyone knows that the Obetsu Bridge is the only means of passing through the long river, so the bridge has the largest flow of people, the most heavily guarded, and the place where the most dead people gather.

The bald brother and his party came to the vicinity of the bridge.

On one side, people are still restless and crossing the bridge under the command of the police. On the other side, heavily armed riot police with shields are doing their best to resist the attacks of the dead.

The noisy sound and the smell of flesh and blood provided very good directional coordinates for the dead bodies.

Some people who have no eyesight, are unruly, and want to forcibly cross the bridge, they were also mercilessly washed into the river more than 100 meters wide by the water spray truck, and it is estimated that they will drown half their lives if they don't die.

"Can't stand in line! Being caught in a crowd is a constraint on one's movements, and we have to maintain a higher level of mobility at such times. ”

After observing for a few minutes, Jun Cao made a decisive conclusion.

"Shall we find a place to stay?"

Ma Chao said in an inquiring tone, he didn't dare to say that he was tired.

Because he was afraid of being abandoned.

If it weren't for the help of this cursed Shadow Horse Head, Ma Chao would have been left behind.

"Just find a peopleless house, BOSS, how's that?"

Jun Cao's eyes when he looked at the bald brother were a little more in awe than before.

Bottomless strength is always impressive, both positive and negative.

The bald brother made an OK gesture.

The clothes on his body were burned with a lot of holes, and it was also a little cool.

There are many small buildings near the riverbank, because of the wall, as long as the dead body in the room is cleaned up and then plugged into the wall gate, without turning on the lights and making no sound, it is still very easy to mix up all night.

The cleaning of dead bodies is already a familiar way, and even Ma Chao, the weakest in the team, can easily kill him with the help of a wooden stick and shovel.

I have to say that those who can afford to live in a neon single-family building are either small assets or a mortgage, and the functions in the house are also worthy of the house price.

Especially the bathroom, this space is a place that almost all neon people will pay attention to.

Not a small space, with a full shower tub.

Of course, cleaning up the body still has to be a priority for women.

It is worth mentioning that Poison Island dragged Gui Yanye, who was flushed, into the bathroom.

As for the men......

Three men, led by Jun Cao, are studying topographical data and maps.

Jun Cao is everything is a priority for tasks, and the bald brother simply thinks that studying the map seems to be fun, while Ma Chao is colored.