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"Whoop Woo Woo ・・・・・・・・・・"

Huang Quanzhu had a big knife in his hand, bent over and panting, at his feet, a corpse with no upper half of the body lying quietly, surrounded by dozens of corpses in a terrible state of death, the smell of blood surrounding Huang Quan, and every breath of air he exhaled into his lungs had tiny blood foam everywhere.

"Captain Huangquan, are you alright?" Shangguan Qiaoyun's question came from a distance, and there were more than a dozen stunned team members standing beside her, they were all stupid, they were all used to the piles of zombie corpses, but the human corpses surrounding Huangquan made them frightened, the zombies died, it was a black oppression, and here it was a dazzling red.

In addition to those who were killed by guns, those who were smashed to death by the handle of the gun, and there were few other whole corpses that were hacked to death with knives, and it was these extremely miserable corpses that made the team members deeply realize that the big difference between humans and zombies was the dazzling red.

"Pounce"・・・Huang Quan threw away the big knife, slowly straightened up and shook his head, he didn't want to speak, the fight just now made him consume a lot of physical strength, and he couldn't feel it when he broke out, once he stopped, the deep tiredness made him almost unable to move.

A team member cautiously walked to Huang Quan's side and handed him the kettle, Huang Quan took the kettle and drank half of the kettle in one go, poured the remaining half of the kettle on his head, threw the kettle away, took the pistol sent back by the team, he looked around, and the child who was watching from a distance fell into his eyes.

The warrior military vehicle with heavy machine guns drove into the shack area where the sewage flowed, and the filthy sewage was splashed by the wheels and fell on the surrounding poor, and those unlucky guys looked at the stinking sewage on their bodies, except for a wry smile and a bitter smile and a thought that they were unlucky, there was no way to express their dissatisfaction, and the heavily armed members of the military vehicle were not something they could afford to provoke.

Huang Quan sat in the co-pilot seat with a gloomy face, beside him was a little bit, the child kept pointing in the direction, the little nose twitched, no way, Huang Quan, who was full of blood, was beside him.

The car stopped in front of a wooden house with the guidance of the child, and seeing the child nodding, Huang Quan pulled the car door and got under the car, drew his pistol and walked to the door with the two team members.

"Don't come in... Don't come in... I have a gun ・・・・・・・"

A hysterical howl came from the wooden plank room, and the owner of the voice was Ma Sanchun, who had been showing off his might before, Ma Sanchun had never seen the world, he was frightened, he had never seen a guy with a broken hand kill people as simple as killing chickens, dozens of people, dozens of people, just killed by Huang Quan.

The blood fountain flying in the sky made him dare not go down, he didn't think of killing Huang Quan with the pistol on his waist, he didn't dare, he was afraid, he was afraid that Huang Quan, who was like a demon in hell, would target him, he fled, left all the men and women who worked hard for him and fled, he was bad enough, cunning enough, but he didn't have enough guts.

He is like a frightened rabbit, except to hide in the hole and tremble, he has no other way to think, he regrets, regret tears at his heart like fangs, he blames himself for being too greedy, blames his subordinates for not giving strength, he even blames Huangquan for being too fierce, he blames everything, now that the killing god has found the door, the only thing he can rely on is the 77-style pistol in his hand.

・・・・・The door was kicked open violently, Ma Sanchun let out a woman's scream, closed his eyes and fired out the seven bullets in the pistol together, and only opened his eyes when his trembling fingers could no longer pull the pistol.

There was no one at the door, empty, nothing, there were a few bullet holes scattered on the open wooden door, the blasted log fibers fell on the black ground as if to laugh at his gutslessness, Ma Sanchun trembled and changed the bullets for the pistol, but the small magazine could not be inserted into the handle of the gun.

The cold sweat on Ma Sanchun's forehead fell like raindrops, his heart became more and more nervous, and under the force of both hands, the pistol and the magazine fell to the ground together, he bent down to pick it up, and the muzzle of the gun that had been still warm was pointed at his forehead.

Ma Sanchun didn't dare to move, he kept a bent posture and moved his gaze up, the firelight flashed, and he didn't know anything.

"Phew..." Huang Quan spat on the dead Ma Sanchun, turned around and walked out of the door, one team member held a rifle to guard the poor people around him, and the other team member was holding the dirty little boy, who was still holding the woven bag in his hand.

"Team Huang, this kid wants to run, but I grabbed him, you ・・・・・・" The team member reported to Huang Quan's small movements, and Huang Quan squinted at the little boy.

The little boy's face is very dirty, dirtier than meow, I can't tell his appearance, from those smart eyes, this child is very spiritual, the little boy is very afraid of Huangquan, from the dilated pupils in his eyes because of fear.

"You go to his house, he has relatives at home, take it with you, if not, let him pack his personal belongings, tell him that he was drafted by the convoy ・・・・・"

The child honestly took the team members to his house, he didn't dare to have any objections, Huangquan's killing was in his eyes from beginning to end, for such a killing god, it was still good to be obedient.

"Yellow team, there are more than twenty bags of rice, some dried vegetables, and some other miscellaneous items, and ・・・・・・"

"Say ・・・・・・" Huang Quan leaned back in his chair and listened to the team's return with his eyes closed.

"There are six other women, all of whom have no clothes, are these considered trophies?" The team member swallowed his saliva and asked, the shocking glimpse just now made him drool, those girls were all good-looking, he hadn't touched a woman since he came out of the base, and the fire in his heart was suffocating.

"Counting, how don't you count..."

The team's eyes lit up, and the lower half began to move.

"Bring it back and hand it over to Chief Zhang to be assigned to the logistics team, how can it be regarded as labor, isn't it?"

The bright eyes of the team members dimmed, even if he was a person from the base who entered the logistics, he had no hope, and his position was far from being able to feed two women.

The team members and the driver carried out bags of rice and put them at the door, six women stood cowering outside the door waiting to be arranged by the owner, Huang Quan sat in the car and closed his eyes to recuperate, the truck sent by the camp was still halfway, he was waiting for the team members to come back with the children.

"Who are you, dare to come to us*・・・・・・・" A coquettish shout came from not far away, Huang Quan's eyes opened suddenly, he turned over and stood up, turned his gun and aimed at the person who asked him.

The person who shouted and Huang Quan were stunned at the same time, and the two of them stood still looking at each other, and the barrel of the gun that had been menacing before hung down like a dead snake.

"Yellow Springs? Death! It's really you, you're not dead・・・・・・・" A female officer in summer clothes looked at Huang Quan, who was covered in blood, very excited.

"Zhao Xiaobo... You were assigned H?"

"Yellow team, we're back." Huang Quan didn't go to the female officer, but turned to the team members carrying a pile of rags and a younger girl coming over, and beside him, the little boy was carrying a tattered roll of bedding.

"Team Huang, I can't help it, this kid won't leave without bringing these rags, you ・・・・・・・" The team member complained to Huang Quan.

"Throw it away, go back and change it for him..." Huang Quan's words were thoroughly implemented, and the female officer walked up to her, puzzled by what appeared in front of her.

"Aren't you a second lieutenant? What do they call you, Captain, and where does your blood come from? Why do you want to move Ma Sanchun? ”