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But the cat has a cat road, and the mouse has a mouse road, Guan Yutao came to an individual car repair shop, and spent five times the price to get a set of gas cutting equipment from the boss, and the boss also enthusiastically used the van to help him send the bottles, pipelines, and cutting guns of oxygen and acetylene to the shop.

"Poof!"

A blue flame erupted from the mouth of the cutting spear, and after adjusting the torch, Guan Yutao began to slash upwards from the lowest end of the roller shutter door with the cutting torch in hand.

The proprietress of the boutique on the opposite side and the two young men saw the sparks that began to pop up on the roller shutter door, and immediately came to their senses, but they did not expect that the boss could really get the gas cutting equipment, then their hope of getting out of trouble was just around the corner.

"Sting, stinging!"

The thin roller shutter door quickly fell apart under the action of the cutting torch, when Guan Yutao cut through the roller shutter door, the steel chisels also jingled and fell to the ground, he looked outside, and found that there was nothing on the ground except a pool of blood, and the boss Yang who was still asking for help didn't know where to go?

"Boss。。。。。。 He, he, he's turned into a monster and went to the end of the street! ”

"Grass!"

As soon as Guan Yutao heard the reply from the next door, he could only speed up his movements, and the anti-theft grille dared to act in front of people with incomplete cold tools, in front of the cutting torch, the fragile mesh of their riveted and welded structure was not vulnerable at all, Guan Yutao only took six minutes to cut through several key points, and kicked the grille with iron oxide to the road with one kick.

"Boss, Boss Guan, save me! Save me! ”

Guan Yutao turned off the torch, pinched his crossbow and came out of the shop, he walked next door amid the shouts of anticipation, the beggar was looking at him with both hands on the grille, and behind him lay another beggar, that is, the second baby who reported the news, was holding his stomach and looking at him with a sad face.

"This is Yunnan Baiyao, bandages, cotton, field surgery kits, he is a skin trauma, as long as the stitches are good, there should be no problem."

"But, but, boss, I don't know how to stitch!"

"The thing is given to you, whether you can save him or not, you can do it yourself!"

"Boss, boss, hey!"

Guan Yutao didn't bother with the two beggars, and walked towards the other end of Yangping Road with a crossbow, Liu Ruirui held the fence and looked at him with a pitiful expression, Guan Yutao walked in front of the store where she was trapped, stopped and glanced at the dead man she covered with clothes. This dead person did not have a direct lesion, and it seems that he is the type who dies when he dies.

"I'll be back in a moment."

Liu Ruirui nodded at him, she knew that she couldn't ask for anything at all now, once she made a request, this little man's heart would definitely be disgusted.

"Boss Guan, Boss Guan! I, I, Fei Hong, please let me out, you can't deal with that monster alone! My brother can help you kill it! “

Guan Yutao ignored Fei Hong, he walked forward, and the people along the way kept begging him, but they couldn't disrupt his plan in the slightest.

"Whoa~"

When he came to the end of the street, an interesting scene appeared in front of him, the zombie that Boss Yang had turned into was pounced on the grille of a typhoon shelter drink shop, his hands were stuck in the mountain by something, his head kept hitting the grille, and the gel-like blood freeze hit everywhere, but there was no way to get out of the grille of this shop.

Guan Yutao put away his crossbow, pulled out the mountain knife and came over from behind, and cut off Boss Yang's slightly deformed head from right to left, thick blood slowly overflowed from the broken neck like a colloid, and the head that fell to the ground was still roaring unwillingly.

"Cut through the mess with a quick knife, Boss Guan is very good."

Zhao Xingchuan! There is also an honest migrant worker man wearing a pair of cotton gloves, struggling to grab his hands that are still twitching and moving, the two of them were brought to this beverage shop at some point, and when Boss Yang pounced, they actually grabbed Boss Yang's arms that were 50% larger than normal people's strength.

Although out of breath, the behavior of the two undoubtedly reduced Guan Yutao's trouble.

Guan Yutao didn't answer, with a weird smile on his face, squatted down, and inserted a knife into the face of Boss Yang, who was still screaming non-stop, and the open-mountain knife methodically poked the head that gradually began to stop roaring, until a minute and a half, the head that was almost poked off lost the ability to move.

'Poof!'

The headless zombie finally stopped fluttering, Zhao Xingchuan and the migrant worker breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the stiff corpse, the two shook their somewhat sore arms, Zhao Xingchuan casually grabbed two rock candy from the counter and stuffed them into his mouth, crunched, and asked:

"When is Boss Guan going to let us out?"

"Wait a little longer."

Guan Yutao's noncommittal answer made Zhao Xingchuan's face darken for a while, but he could see it, the situation was very clear now, Boss Guan was not a philanthropist, it was impossible to raise them all the time like Guan prisoners, and in the same way, he was not an insensitive black heart, it was impossible to sit back and watch them all starve to death in this place, sooner or later, sooner or later he would let these people out.

"Hey, Brother Guan, let me out, I can at least help you kill these monsters!"

The migrant worker man next to him was unwilling to continue to stay in this cage, and hurriedly shouted, but Guan Yutao didn't bother to pay attention to them, turned around and left, and naturally got the abuse and curse of the people around him.

About two minutes later, Guan Yutao turned back, and in the dumb eyes of everyone, he put down the folding stool and mop in his hand, cut off the head of a mop with a mountain knife, sat on the folding stool and began to cut the head of the mop.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Someone asked, Guan Yutao was still too lazy to answer, and he sharpened the mop head one by one, and five minutes later, he inserted the sharpened mop head into Boss Yang's skull hard, and walked back to his shop with the mop with the zombie head inserted.

"The seriously damaged head of a type of zombie has a certain research value, but please pay attention to seal it when you bring it into the mother world, otherwise it will cause the collapse of the mother world in advance."

Guan Yutao threw the zombie head into a high-voltage rice cooker, locked it, wrapped it with scotch tape a few times, and threw it into the system space, he turned around and walked into the warehouse, and in a flash, he teleported to District 12 of Yanjing City.