"No kidding, hand it over quickly!"

A group of so-called "adults" were surrounding Hirano, forcing him to hand over his gun.

"At this time, how can you allow a child to be willful." A man said disdainfully, and stepped forward to snatch the gun.

"Don't come here! …… No one here can use it better than me! Hirano stepped back in fear.

"What are you kidding, just a high school student, wait until you can hold the gun steady."

Then, Hirano excitedly picked up the gun, aiming the muzzle of the black hole at a real human for the first time.

"Unstable? Ha ha...... Hahaha...... Do you know how many of those things I've killed along the way? Just like you...... It only takes one shot and it's over! Believe it or not, I'm going to shoot you right now! ”

Hirano with tears in his eyes, but his expression was distorted, as a dead house that was useless except for the military, if someone touched his bottom line, he would become much more terrifying than ordinary people.

"If you don't have a gun...... I'm going to be my good-for-nothing self again, so let's see if I can hit you! It's not worse than killing a few zombies! ”

"Hey...... Don't get excited...... "The man's face turned pale and kept backing away, not only because of the barrel of his gun, but also because of the amazing aura on the boy in front of him.

Along the way, Hirano has killed more than a hundred zombies, even a battle-hardened veteran can't kill this number.

Under the guns of Hirano, everyone had to keep retreating.

At this moment, two figures walked slowly.

"Total ...... Commander-in-chief, this kid is a toy......" The man who was frightened by Hirano immediately began to complain.

"Shut up." Unexpectedly, Soichiro Takashiro interrupted him sternly, "Open your eyes and see, where does this young man look like he is playing?" ”

"I'm sorry, it's our people who are reckless, your name is Kota Hirano, right?" Soichiro looked at Hirano with admiration.

"Yes...... Yes. ”

"Thank you for protecting my daughter along the way, thank you here as a father."

"Where...... Where ......" Hirano fished his head embarrassedly.

"Hey...... Not kidding, right? Did the kid come back with Miss? There was a lot of talk in the crowd.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't know yet? They're coming from the Mibebashi side! ”

"Mibebashi? Aren't they full of zombies over there......"

"It is said that the car they drove over was covered in blood, and it took a long time to wash it clean, and you can still smell blood."

"God knows how many of those things they killed along the way......"

“……”

Everyone stopped talking, and they didn't dare to look at Hirano with any more contempt.

"I'm sorry I didn't figure it out, but you're more qualified than we are to use these weapons."

Hearing the discussion in the crowd, the man who was about to take away Hirano's weapon just now suddenly apologized sincerely.

"Thank you as well...... Thank you for protecting Miss. ”

The man suddenly sobbed, bent over, and bowed ninety degrees.

Since childhood, he has been responsible for protecting Saya's safety, but he can't do anything at a critical time, so it's understandable that a man would be angry with Hirano before.

As he moved, the people around him all bowed to Hirano.

A weak otaku who was annoying four days ago, but now he has been thanked by adults who can be regarded as heads and faces in the entire bed owner city.

The man named Kota Hirano watched all this in amazement, and some inexplicable emotion was about to stir in his heart.

For the first time, I was needed, recognized, and praised.

This great joy washed over his heart, but he could not laugh.

It's just that he also feels a great responsibility, a responsibility that he must shoulder, so that he can no longer be as weak as he used to be.

In the end, he just tightened his grip on the gun and said in a calm tone that he couldn't even believe, "This is what I should do." ”

At this moment, he has graduated from himself as an otaku.

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When everyone was intoxicated with their long-lost daily life, a street 30 kilometers away from Gao Cheng's house welcomed a special guest.

-- The atmosphere is easily torn apart by something flying close to the ground.

The roar of a typhoon approached from afar with the power of ignoring everything, showing the nobility of an emperor at the moment of passing by, but rushing to the next horizon without giving people a chance to take a closer look.

It is, a black, steel-made monster, a wild beast called Lamborghini Murciala Golp750edocompetition, with a top speed of 365km/h, a speedy fairy tale created with the wildest fantasy of man.

What's even more terrifying is that the crazy master actually increased his speed to close to that limit on ordinary city streets, and ran straight in a straight line.

And the zombies wandering on the road began to dodge on the side of the street five kilometers away from Lamborghini, as if they were huddled together in fear to welcome the untouchables driven by the emperor.

"Oh hoo~"

In the wide-open windows of the car on all sides, in the terrible wind pressure that was enough to suffocate people, a refreshing whistle actually suppressed the roar of the steel beast.

In the rearview mirror, a hideous brown face was revealed, with two blood-red cross scars from the forehead to the left side of the face, and from the left face to the left ear; And the brown hair stirred in the gale, like a raging flame.

His left hand was on the steering wheel, but his right hand took out a cigar, rubbed his fingers on the tip, and lit it with friction.

In a terrible environment like the center of a Category 10 typhoon, the man took the cigar in his mouth and sucked it all in one gulp.

A pleasant expression emerged from the man's face, and he slammed the steering wheel into a right-angled bend without slowing down!

Anyone who knows a little bit about driving skills can't help but cover their faces, and at this speed, no matter what car is, it is impossible to pass through a corner without slowing down.

The next moment of the scene was almost predictable - the car was destroyed and people died, and leaving a whole corpse was already his greatest creation.

But the man did not panic, and at the moment when the car rolled over, he suddenly spewed out the smoke from his lungs, filling the entire car and dispersing outward.

He leisurely pushed open the door, then stretched out a leg as if he were strolling through the garden.

He smiled happily, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

And then—

It's like an iron pillar falling from a high altitude!

That flesh-and-blood leg was violently thrust into the concrete floor!

The terrifying kinetic energy of 300 kilometers per hour is poured into this slender leg, tearing the earth apart and turning the tide.

The man spun around three times with his arms on his feet, plowing the ground into a huge wound of seven or eight meters, and the rubble flew like bullets shattering the glass of all the surrounding buildings.

Then, with his hands lightly, he laid the Lamborghini flat on the ground with the utmost gentleness, without making a sound, and this movement showed an appalling and terrifying control.

The last wisps of smoke came out of the car window, as if nothing had happened.

The man tapped the Lamborghini's hood twice, satisfied with her, and he removed the keys and listened carefully to the last two coquettish cries of the gas tank that was about to turn off.

He turned around with satisfaction, shook his hands, swept away the floating ash from his black trench coat, and then raised his head, his eagle-like eyes staring at the Gao Cheng Mansion not far away, a strong smile spreading across his face.

"Kill the 'Thousand Faces Dream Demon' kid, Uncle Ben is here. Come on, have a good fight! ”

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Is there any burning? Do you have?