Chapter 12 The Cruel Fat Man

How does an older brother feel when he sees his sister walking into a hotel with a boy, and that sister is still underage.

Claude's mood now is like a firecracker that has been lit, and anger has filled his body.

Bang! A gunshot rang out again, and Claude's body stopped suddenly, if his sister saw him like this, she would not be able to stand it.

Claude remembered how hideous he was now, and in a shattered mirror, he saw a guy with black veins on his face, and by the way, he was a zombie now.

Claude reached out and fumbled with his clothes, then tore off a long strip of cloth and walked briskly upstairs as he wrapped the strip around his face like a mask, revealing only a pair of angry eyes.

On the third floor, Claude did not rush over immediately, although he was full of anger now, since the gunshot just now, there was no sound, but Claude knew that if he rushed directly over, he would probably be shot dead as a zombie.

Waited around the corner of the hallway, heard footsteps coming, and then the sound of the door shut.

Damn, Claude looked at the closed door, thought about it, and rushed over to it, striking at the door a few times.

Knocking on the door, this action is already a good indication that he is not a zombie, and Claude raises it so that the other party will not at least kill him in the first place, so that he can have a good talk with the boy, and talk with his fists.

Knock knock, Sansheng rhythmically knocked on the door, and then a surprised boy's voice came from inside: "Who?" ”。

"Me." Claude tried to control his mouth to produce a syllable, which already indicated his human identity.

The door was opened with a small crack, but it was not fully opened, as could be seen by the security chain that was still attached to the door.

A suspicious eye peeked through the crack, and after a glance, the door was closed.

Claude's anger surged into his heart again, you little rascal, close the door without saying a word, if I were a human, you would be dead and not saved.

Bang bang bang! Claude restrained his anger and knocked on the door again, he didn't want to break it directly, although it was not strong, and he only needed a few clicks to break it, but he didn't want to frighten his sister, and there was a thought still lingering in his mind.

What if, I mean, what if, my sister likes this guy?

This is an idea that popped into Claude's mind, it can't be! Yes, it can't be!

Although I know that my sister will become someone else's bride one day sooner or later, I can't protect her for the rest of my life, she will marry someone else's wife sooner or later, but it's definitely not now, not today, she is still young, she is still underage, she doesn't know what love is, and it's still the end of the world!

Bang! A gunshot interrupted Claude's thoughts, and the crack in the door opened again, this time sticking out the barrel of a gun, the muzzle of the silver revolver with a strange silencer, very short, only 3 centimeters long, but the thing kept the sound very well under control, and now there was a wisp of green smoke coming out of it.

The door closed again, leaving Claude with a look of astonishment, clutching his chest and slowly falling to the ground.

This guy, he didn't hesitate to shoot.

Just now, I had reminded the other party by knocking on the door and talking that I was not a zombie, but a human being.

However, the other party still fired, and without hesitation, a shot hit the heart.

If it had been a person, a real human, the shot would have killed him.

Claude fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, his mouth gasping violently, and although he couldn't feel the pain, even though he couldn't feel his own heartbeat, he needed that respite.

This guy, he's crazy!

Slowly getting up, then crawling through the doorway, leaning against the wall of the hallway, Claude felt the gunshot wound in his chest.

It was for the heart, and the bullet pierced his own heart, and then broke through his back, making a small hole in the wall behind him.

It's very powerful, it's very penetrating, it's very decisive, and it's impossible to miss from a really close distance, which also shows that this guy really wants to kill himself.

Claude felt his own feelings, no pain, no immediate death, and the moment he turned into a zombie, his heart was no longer his weakness.

Black blood flowed down the muzzle of the gun, but not much, and it was a little viscous as if it had coagulated, and its strength became smaller, and although it could not die, it obviously affected its ability to move.

The door opened again, and Claude stuck to the corner, looking at the little fat man who walked out of the door, holding the pistol tightly in his hand, and his face was full of hideousness.

Claude rolled into the next room the moment the door opened, feeling that if he was still lying there, he would probably get a few more shots.

Bah! The little fat man looked at the small amount of blood on the ground, looked around, spat a mouthful of phlegm, and then slowly walked over along the bloodstains.

The blood trail broke when it reached the door, and apparently the guy was shot and didn't die, right in this room.

The little fat man held his pistol against the wall next to the door, listening carefully to the sounds in the room.

Crash! The sound of the glass shattering came, and the little fat man immediately moved, and slammed his foot on the door, and the inferior door was immediately kicked away by the huge force, and he raised his gun to aim everywhere in the room, and then walked quickly to the window.

The glass was broken, the curtains were still swinging, and apparently the guy had jumped out of the window and escaped.

Cautiously took out his pistol, and then quickly looked out the window, where a group of zombies were surrounding in the shards of glass downstairs.

"Haha, ***, I can't kill you, it's not like I've been bitten to death, it's really a ***!" The little fat man laughed, and the pistol in his hand fired a few shots at the zombies below, but it didn't hit the head.

"***, you deserve it!" The little fat man spat again, turned to put away the pistol, kept babbling something in his mouth, and then returned to the room, slamming the door shut.

Call! Claude breathed a sigh of relief and slowly crawled out from under the bed, it seems that this little fat man is a ruthless thing, and he is very cautious, damn it, Anna must not stay with such a fellow.

Claude clenched his fists fiercely, he was thinking about how to free his sister from this guy, he now felt that his sister must be controlled by this guy.

Although Anna is rebellious, she is definitely not depraved, she has a good heart, and she will never take the initiative to get involved with this guy. It must have been some kind of method that this damn fat man used to control Anna, magic, or curse, it must have been.

In this world where corpses can be resurrected, it is not impossible that there is a curse, and Claude has already given such an answer in his heart.