Andrew got up trembling from the snow, and with a slight effort in his arms, a sharp pain in his chest came from his chest.

The goose feathers and snow did not stop for a moment, and the cold wind rolled up, making Andrew feel a biting chill. Andrew remembers that he often fished naked in the glacier in the winter without feeling the cold, but why did he feel cold at this time?

The body is not yet cold, but the heart is already cold.

Although in Qiao's villa, someone will make a special trip to clean the snow at two o'clock in the morning and evening every day, but during this free time, the snow has already covered the boots.

Andrew stood on the snow, his blood-red eyes staring at the kitchen.

Staring at the gaping hole in the kitchen wall.

The existence of the big cave is the source of the cold invasion of the body.

Fear, which makes people feel cold.

Andrew slowly stretched out his hands and wiped them on his waist, and two short knives with strange shapes arrived in his hands.

Andrew hunched slightly, his face twitching from time to time. A broken rib is not a pleasant thing, ordinary people have long lost their mobility, for Andrew, although he is not like an ordinary person, but he can't stand the pain.

How long has it been since you've had an injury like this?

Andrew can't remember.

But Andrew knew that he hadn't been so hurt since he had formed a group with Eduardo, the hypocrite.

Andrew's brutal and ferocious heart had a shadow, and he weighed the short knife in his hand and found that his strength was less than fifty percent of his usual strength.

And the guy in front of him, Andrew looked at the figure slowly appearing in the kitchen, feeling a little difficult to breathe, and his heart couldn't move for a few seconds.

The guy in front of him, the kick just now, Andrew said in all fairness, even if he was in his heyday, it would be difficult to parry.

Although Andrew was reluctant to admit this result, he knew that the young Oriental man in front of him could not be defeated in his heyday!

So now, with his injury, he has no chance of winning at all.

As a warrior, a warrior called by the organization, an all-round warrior who can travel thousands of miles and walk in a world ruled by zombies, and can exist on the edge of life and death for a long time, Andrew knows his limits.

A warrior needs to survive, to survive like a cockroach, and the first and foremost condition necessary is not combat effectiveness, but self-awareness.

Only when you know yourself clearly will you know what to do, what to stay away from, when to choose to be strong, and when to know to be afraid.

Andrew is crazy, but he is not stupid.

He weighed the short knife in his hand again, but there was still no chance of victory, and the confidence given by the blade in his hand could not support this battle at all.

Recognizing his disadvantage, Andrew made a huge decision, and although he felt that the decision was humiliating, it was easier than losing his life.

So Andrew decided...... Decided to call someone!

A roar sounded, and the wind and snow poured in.

In a delicate and small living room on the second floor of Qiao's villa, three foreigners were discussing something.

To be exact, it should be two people discussing, and the other person is dozing off, sleepy-eyed.

Sleepy-eyed was a woman.

Blonde hair, sapphire eyes, lovely cheeks intoxicating face.

Her gentle body curled up on the soft splendid seat, a pair of white wrists were trying to support her head from falling, and her half-off riding boots were picked up by her feet and swayed gently in the air.

There are countless women in the world, and the number is roughly equal to that of men.

So finding a woman is simple, it's all over the street.

But in the east of the continent, it is not easy to find a blonde European woman.

Because of ethnicity.

Considering that this is the end of the world, in the post-apocalyptic era when chariots and horses are slow and letters are far away, it is even more difficult to find a blonde European woman.

It would be really difficult to ask for a beautiful blonde European woman as well.

If you want Wang Qiang to know, there is only one one.

The only beauty, the only Vivian.

Vivien hated meetings or something, so she was lethargic at first.

But Vivien couldn't sleep because of the foul smell of tar smoke that filled the room.

Brian, the old German man next to him, is known as the killer of the three gunmen in the organization, but Vivien thinks that Brian should add another gun to his name.

Old smoking guns.

At the moment, the old smoking gun is smoking a young man.

The young foreigner was probably not a few years older than Vivien, and he also had proud blond hair.

The young foreigner has a face that should be very handsome, but because of a shallow scar on his face, there is a little more ruthlessness in his handsome appearance.

The young foreigner was dressed in a delicate black tuxedo, and his jazz leather boots were polished, and he looked like an aristocratic outfit.

The only thing that was something special was the golden ring that the young foreigner was carrying.

Ten fingers and ten gold rings make this low-key and noble foreigner look a little more nouveau riche temperament.

"Eduardo, this is something we need to work on." Brian tapped his corn pipe on the edge of the reception table.

The young man named Eduardo shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Old Brian, your idea is too big, after all, the organization still wants us to listen to Mario and Robert's opinions on this matter." ”

Brian shook his head and said, "Eduardo, you have to make your own judgment!" Robert is aggressive and Mario is arrogant, they still can't get into Son Jaechen's core team, and their status is more like cheap lease thugs, relying on them to lead this operation, I don't think we can succeed. ”

"Well, old Brian, I admit that there seems to be some truth to what you said. But even if Mario's pre-emption is overthrown by a majority vote, who will be in charge of the operation? Are you guys in the group? Although Brian, you do have some level, but look at Vivian, this chick, and then look at you, one is too old and the other is too young, your combination is even far-fetched in the middle of the organization, you have an advantage over Mario and Robert? In my opinion, at least Mario and Robert are a little better than you. Eduardo looked at his fingers and whispered.

"Maybe you can, Eduardo." Brian thought for a moment and said.

"no.no.no. Brian, don't put a high hat on me, although my IQ is a little higher, but look at my partner, the raw fan who came out of the forest near Murmansk, Sandru, I don't have time to wipe my ass every day, where do I have time to care about other things. So I don't think I'm capable of taking on this responsibility and obligation. Eduardo replied.

Brian put away his corn pipe and said with some disappointment, "Well, Eduardo, I can foresee that we will suffer a crushing defeat in the eastern region of this powerful alliance. ”

Eduardo's handsome face flashed with a hint of gloom: "No, the organization will not fail, this is faith!" ”

Brian replied with a sneer: "But the organization has already fought a complete defeat in Bangalore, and the day before yesterday I got a little bit of inconclusive news that the Egyptian region seems to have been attacked by zombies as well." ”

"This can't be, isn't Sebastian in the Nile Valley?" Eduardo couldn't sit still any longer.

"That's the question, why did the fifty-second arrondissement, where Sebastian sit, fall? Don't forget, as our largest stronghold in North Africa, Sector 52 still has Caesar's and Coleman's troops, but the Nile region has actually fallen, what happened to the organization? I must say that now I am deeply skeptical of Blackbeard's leadership, he is much worse than Daddy Oak. Brian said with some annoyance.

"Why is this news only known to you......" Eduardo said.

A roar sounded not far away!

Brian instinctively became alert, and Vivien opened her eyes in a daze, but Eduardo was a little unimpressed.

"The sound is so familiar, a bit like Andrew, the butcher." Vivien's ears twitched, and she muttered to herself.

"It's not a bit like it, it is." Eduardo said angrily.

"What does this call mean?" Brian asked, puzzled.

"It's not interesting, it's probably time to wipe your butt." Eduardo slowly stood up and walked to the window of the living room.