The rain had been raining all afternoon, and it showed no signs of stopping, and the air was filled with a puff of moisture, and the damp feeling made people feel uncomfortable. The bean-sized raindrops mercilessly smashed on the tarpaulin above everyone's heads, making a crackling sound, and everyone could only sit around the campfire and rely on a little fire to dispel the chill on their bodies.

"Damn, it's so cold when the wind blows." The bobcat couldn't help but pout, although the rain in the sky blocked the tarpaulin, but the ground was still very wet, and everyone had to sit on a small plastic stool.

The glasses smiled while picking at the mud on the soles of their shoes: "I said you, just be content, there is a fire to roast, there is a hot meal to eat, there are no zombies, this is already a heavenly day." Everyone burst into laughter.

Today's atmosphere is a bit strange, Gong Jihui, who has always been active, is surprisingly quiet at this time, the scorpion glanced at him and sneered, and said: "I said Captain Gong, today's atmosphere is not active, you can find some fun for everyone." ”

Gong Jihui raised his head weakly, looked at the scorpion with a strange expression on the side, and said weakly: "Maybe I was drenched in the rain in the morning, I have a little cold, and my head is burning badly now, I will rest early after eating in a while, and I will be fine tomorrow." ”

Tomorrow? Want to have tomorrow? The scorpion sneered secretly, ran quickly to Gong Jihui's body, reached out and touched his forehead, and deliberately exaggeratedly shouted: "Wow, why is it burning so badly?" Captain Gong has a commendable spirit of serving the people and going into battle when he is sick, so let's let Captain Gong sleep in a tent tonight and have a good night's rest. ”

Gong Jihui smiled weakly and didn't speak, maybe it was too cold, he didn't even eat dinner and returned to his tent.

Looking at Gong Jihui's tent, the scorpion let out a cruel laugh, quietly sat down in the direction closest to the tent, put his pair of iron hooks at his feet, and then bragged with everyone casually.

Everyone was happily talking on the surface, but the lynx, glasses and others all quietly opened their scabbards or gun holsters, and their eyes always swept towards Gong Jihui's tent.

The dinner was still very rich, Gong Jihui and the wild boar they hunted in the morning were half of the head and put it on the fire for barbecue, as usual, after dinner, everyone sat around the *** card again, but the scorpion who was the most powerful every time he played cards and grabbed the position before took the initiative to give up the position to He Yutian this time, which made the latter flattered and excited.

At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, just when everyone was closing the stall and preparing to go back to sleep, suddenly, a muffled roar came from Gong Jihui's tent, although the sound was not loud, but the unique cry of the zombie immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Zombies?" He Yutian asked suspiciously, looking at the figure who was constantly struggling in the tent, the scorpion showed a hideous smile, he protected his wife and son behind him, picked up the pair of iron hooks and looked at the tent coldly.

Wen Sen pulled He Yuqian, Li Jing and Ai Mengmeng behind him, and asked lightly: "Just now he said that he had a fever and a headache or something, did you find that he was bitten by zombies?" ”

A soldier who was with Gong Jihui looked nervously at the shaking tent and said uneasily: "We did meet a zombie on the road this morning, and the regiment commander stabbed him to death. ”

Vincent frowned and asked coldly, "Then have you seen him bitten by zombies?" ”

The soldier shook his head crampedly: "I don't know about this, I just saw him holding a dagger and stabbing it into the zombie's mouth, as for whether he was bitten or not, his hands were full of blood at that time, and I couldn't see it." ”

After listening to their conversation, another soldier on the side said weakly: "Could it be that the regiment commander's hand was broken by the zombie's teeth when he stabbed the zombie, or where was it broken on his body, and it was stained with zombie blood?" ”

Vincent nodded, looked at Gong Jihui who was about to rush out of the tent and said: "It should be this reason, but no matter what the reason, he has now become a zombie, there is no doubt about this, and when it rushes out of the tent, he will be killed." ”

Including the soldiers under Gong Jihui, everyone nodded in understanding.

Finally, Gong Jihui found the door of the tent and rushed out from inside, everyone looked at Gong Jihui's appearance, his movements were stiff, his eyes were dull, he had no autonomous consciousness at all, and his mouth kept letting out bursts of muffled roars.

The scorpion smiled fiercely, and smashed his pair of iron hooks at Gong Jihui's head, only to hear a muffled sound of "poof", and the scorpion's hook was nailed to the top of Gong Jihui's head, and Gong Jihui suddenly quieted down.

Seeing that the scorpion was about to stir the iron hook and tear off its skull, Vincent said, "Scorpion, leave him a whole corpse, after all, it is his own." ”

The scorpion gently pulled out the hook and threw Gong Jihui's body aside, and said with a smile: "The boss is still kind and kind, I almost killed the red eye." ”

Saying that, he didn't look at Gong Jihui who fell to the ground, picked up Ma Xiaojie, and then hugged Lan Xin back to his car.

Several of Gong Jihui's soldiers all looked at Vincent gratefully, one of them stepped forward and saluted Vincent, and then said in a deep voice: "Thank you Boss Vincent for opening up the net, I know that our regiment commander usually offends you, but his nature is not bad, but he is the second generation of officials who are usually used to being domineering, but he has nothing to say about the soldiers under his command, but since he is dead, we hope that Boss Vincent can take the previous things with a brush, and our brothers will follow the boss in the future." ”

Vincent walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder, looked at Gong Jihui, who was lying on the ground, and said lightly: "Okay, they're all men, don't be hypocritical, you guys go and bury him." ”

"Yes." The man saluted again, turned around and ran to get two shovels, and several people carried Gong Jihui's body into the rain curtain outside.

Ai Mengmeng, who was standing behind Wen Sen, watched Gong Jihui's people walk away, gave Wen Sen a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "Boss, you are ruthless enough, but people like him deserve to die, if we don't die now, sooner or later someone in us will be killed by him." ”

Vincent rubbed Ai Mengmeng's head vigorously, and knocked it and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't kill him." ”

Ai Mengmeng pouted her little mouth dissatisfiedly, and whispered while sorting out her long hair that was messed up by Vincent: "I don't believe that a professional soldier will die so unexplained, it must have been arranged by you, he thought that he was great as the regiment commander, we have two special forces and a murderous mercenary, well, this must have been done by a scorpion." ”

Vincent knocked on Ai Mengmeng's head again and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense in the future, I'll spank you when I hear you talk about this again." ”

Ignoring Ai Mengmeng's dissatisfied protests, he took He Yuqian's little hand and returned to his car.