It's night.

Even though it's summer, at night, the air is a little cooler. Insects could be heard in the yard.

If it were a normal year, such a night would be very pleasant.

But now, in the dark courtyard, some zombies can be vaguely seen walking around, making low roars from time to time.

Inside the police station, seven people. The three of them slept peacefully, and the other four people were divided into groups of twos and twos, one group guarding the police station and one group guarding the supermarket. The group takes turns to be on duty and resting.

"Old gun, you can watch it. I sat and stared for a moment. A bald middle-aged man stretched, leaned against the wall next to the police station door, and closed his eyes.

"* Your mouth! Why do you go to bed first? "Another man was wearing a vest with a tattoo of a carp and a dragon on his shoulder.

"You keep an eye on it. You have a gun, so you should keep an eye on it for a while. The bald middle-aged man completely ignored the protests of the tattooed man, and leisurely leaned his head on the backrest.

The two people on the supermarket side each opened a new futon and spread it on the ground, locked the supermarket door, and sat on the mattress to smoke.

"You said that the surname Liu is really ruthless, slaughtering their family chief and colleagues, without shaking their hands." A man with a Northern Provincial accent took a puff of his cigarette, and the spark on the cigarette butt lit up.

"This kid wants a gun. But his heart is too heavy, what kind of boss he is! Lao Tzu didn't even touch the gun! The man had a mustache, and he was unconvinced, and he gestured with a cigarette in his hand, and then put the cigarette to his mouth and took a puff. In the dark, the sparks of cigarette butts flew around like bugs and finally stopped at his mouth.

"Hahaha, do you kid want to play with guns?" The Northern Provincial man smiled.

"Of course. Otherwise, why are the six of us coming to the police station? I've been locked up again!? The mustache exhaled smoke from his lungs.

"What do you think this thing is?" The Northern Provincial Man pulled out a handful of dicks from behind his waist.

In the dark, the mustache lights a lighter.

A shiny Type 64 pistol was displayed in front of the mustache.

"Holy! Show me! The mustache stretched out his hand to grab it. The Northern Provincial man gripped the handle of the gun and put it back behind him.

"Hey! Don't move, you can't move this thing casually, and if you do, you can give it back to me? The man from the northern province said angrily.

"Fuck your uncle Zhang Sanpao! You can't even believe me? Hurry up, show me! "The mustache extinguished the fire, and he was going to snatch the gun of the man in the northern province.

"Alright, okay, I'll give you some fun. Be careful not to load it! There's a bullet in there! ”

The mustache lit the lighter again, and when he looked closely, the gun was obviously rarely used, and he put it to his nose and smelled it, and the smell of gun oil made him feel refreshed.

"Taini Mazan, where did you get it? Ouch, I'm hot! The mustache was reluctant to return the gun to the man in Northern Province, and kept watching the lighter until the lighter burned his hands and shook his fingers to cool down.

"Hehe, I got it from Lao Wu, there are three in total, Lao Wu is stupid× after firing the gun during the day, the gun was not properly inserted in the gun bag, and the buckle was not buckled, I just pulled out the gun while he was asleep." The man in Northern Province looked smug, "Hey, I said, don't tell Ya, let's use this gun when we go back, and don't return it to Ya!" ”

The mustache showed a fierce look, "If you dare to go back, the old man and the two will kill him!" ”

When Zhang Sanpao heard this, he suddenly fell silent, and the two of them were awkwardly quiet for a few seconds, and then they both grinned "hey".

"Alright, give me back the gun." Zhang Sanpao reached out for a gun.

"Hurry! I haven't had enough fun! The mustachioed man stood up and put the gun behind him.

"What the hell? Give it back the quickly! Zhang Sanpao also stood up, and he was about to grab it in the dark.

"Stupid! You two stop making trouble! At the police station, the old gun heard the two of them fighting and shouted.

Suddenly, a crisp voice outside the window reached the ears of the four people.

It sounded like the sound of glass being smashed.

"What a sound!" Mustache and Zhang Sanpao stopped.

The bald man also opened his eyes.

Then there was another bang!

"Is the glass in our supermarket broken? Give me the gun! Zhang Sanpao asked the mustache, and while he was distracted, he snatched the gun back.

"Hey!" When the mustache saw that the gun was robbed, he wanted to express his dissatisfaction, but he still gave up. Uneasiness took over him.

The two carefully inspected the supermarket window panes and found no damage. Then he walked to the door of the supermarket, opened the door and looked out.

Nothing has changed outside the window, and there are no people. A few zombies roamed around the flower beds, not threatening.

There is only the boring chirping of insects.

"Let's go back." Zhang Sanpao turned around and was about to go back to the house.

As soon as he turned around, a third sound of glass shattering sounded, accompanied by a sound similar to an explosion.

Zhang Sanpao couldn't hold his breath anymore and ran outside to look around.

The bald man and the old gun were still in the house. The old gun took out the Type 64 and looked through the glass door through the gap between the stacked tables, chairs and benches. He saw Zhang Sanpao standing near the pile of corpses, looking back and forth.

"Are you alright?" Said the mustache.

It was very dark around, Zhang Sanpao vaguely saw not many zombies, and there seemed to be no one on the road, so he finally relaxed his vigilance and walked back to the house.

"I guess someone's corpse has changed. On the first day, he and Li Yingwai, surnamed Liu, killed a few JCs in the institute, killed three people yesterday, and killed one today, and this group of two hundred and five didn't dare to grab anything from us again! Zhang Sanpao said viciously to the mustache and the old cannon.

The four of them let their guard down again, and the bald man leaned back in his chair and fell asleep in a daze. The old gun himself sat on the side, guarding the window.

Suddenly, the old gun only felt a small fireball quickly slash in front of his eyes and smashed into the pile of corpses, and with an explosion, a large fireball exploded in front of his eyes, and the pile of corpses outside the door was immediately ignited.

"What!" The old gun got up from his chair and saw the corpses piled up in front of the door burning rapidly, and thick smoke came out at the same time.

"What the fuck? What's going on? The old gun pulled out his gun, loaded it, and leaned over to the door, and two fireballs flew over in an arc very fast, one of the fireballs hit the table, chair and bench piled up at the door, and after an explosion, it evolved into a huge fireball, and the fireball immediately burned the table, chair and bench!

Another fireball hit the ground directly, and after this fireball exploded, it did not produce a particularly large fireball, but it emitted dense black smoke! The black smoke interfered with the old gun's vision, and he began to panic more and more.

"I'm fucking you! Get all up! Incendiary bombs!! The old gun turned around and kicked the bald man in the leg, and then rushed out the door with his pistol.

A man lay in ambush in the shadows of fire and darkness, and as soon as the old gun rushed out of the door, in the black smoke, the man raised his arm and slashed an axe on the left shoulder of the old gun.

It's Zheng Jieming!

Zheng Jieming wanted to kill the other party at once, but the axe swung too early, wiped the other party's ear, and chopped it on the shoulder.

The old gun was originally holding a gun in his right hand, but at this time, he was cut in a panic, and he leaned back in fright, and his shoulder was bleeding. At the same time, he raised his right hand and aimed at Zheng Jieming and pulled the trigger.

Zheng Jieming went down with this axe, and when he saw that he didn't succeed, he didn't wait for the other party to raise his gun, and he immediately threw himself into the darkness on the left.

Bang！

The shot hit the ground, but it didn't hit Zheng Jieming. The old gun's fingers tightened the trigger firmly, thinking that the bullets could be fired continuously. This gave Zheng Jieming time to run far away.

The bald man had just been kicked by the old gun, and he stood up screaming from his nightmare. The seer saw black smoke and fire, and saw the old gun cut down with an axe, and blood splattered. The bald man was ruthless in his heart, and rushed out with a knife.

"Silly ×! This shot is semi-automatic!! The bald man snatched the Type 64 from the old gunman with his right hand, and with the light of the fire, he pulled the trigger three times at Zheng Jieming's fleeing shadow. The old gun was pushed to the ground by him when he grabbed the gun.

With white blades in hand, pistols are especially capable of counterbalancing short weapons. Whether you swing a knife to slash someone, or sprint, you always have to have a retracting movement with your hands. But the pistol is not used, just aim and pull the trigger.

But pistols also have a big drawback.

Bullet.

When the bald man pulled the fourth and fifth blows, he only heard the chamber click twice, but no bullets were fired.

"Holy!" The bald man slammed the gun to the ground and swapped the knife in his left hand for his right.

At this moment, in the darkness in the distance, another incendiary bomb flew towards the main entrance of the police station.

The incendiary bomb flew impartially, coming towards the bald man. Affected by the black smoke, the incendiary bomb flew closer, and the bald man noticed.

"Your uncle!" The bald man cursed in his mouth, but it was too late to dodge, and he watched as the Molotov cocktail smashed into his head and exploded.

His clothes immediately ignited, and in an instant he turned into a burning man, roaring and rampage, and igniting the pamphlet rack in the doorway.

The old gun watched as the bald man turned into a charred burning man. Behind him, Zhang Sanpao and the mustache also happened to run out of the supermarket, staring blankly at the fire man struggling back and forth in front of him. The old gun crawled upside down on the ground and retreated, hitting Zhang Sanpao's leg. He thought he had bumped into the attacker, so he screamed in fright and covered his head.

The Burning Man slammed into the glass door, then fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and stopped moving.

At this time, the pile of corpses, tables, chairs and benches in front of the police station were burning, and the surrounding area was red. Zheng Jieming was hiding behind the burning corpses, waiting for the opportunity to continue the attack.

"Are they awake with the surname Liu!!" Zhang Sanpao asked the old cannon viciously.

The old cannon was already so frightened that the six souls had no master, and he didn't care about answering the question at all.

"Fuck you!" Zhang Sanpao kicked away the old cannon and ran into the police station, followed by the mustache.

Zheng Jieming watched the two rush into the police station after the flames, and his heart was overjoyed.

I'm waiting for you all to go in!

"Go to the supermarket!" Zheng Jieming turned back to the left and shouted into the dark bushes.

He Yuhang and Jin Yue got up from the bushes and rushed straight to the supermarket!

"Lao Zhang! It's up to you! Zheng Jieming shouted to the rear right.