Denver, Colorado.

"Put the gun down!"

As soon as Leus stepped into the gun shop, his head was immediately pointed at two pistols.

As he slowly bent down, they continued to shout and raise their hands, and Leus did as he did.

"Brother, search him and see if he still has any guys with him."

A man with a goatee shouted at another man, who nodded, and his skillful hands ran over the black-haired youth, finding only a lighter and a bunch of keys.

"It's not bad, we were sent a Harley in time, and I'm worried about these two bags of things."

As soon as the goatee saw the key and the Harley-Davidson outside, his eyes lit up and he snatched the key from the other person's hand.

At this time, Leus saw two large bags on the counter in the store, and judging by the bulging appearance, they must have been filled with guns and ammunition.

For the sake of you loading the goods for me, I'll give you a chance...... Leus had such a thought in his heart.

"Brothers......

Bang!

Leus was just about to speak, but the boss punched him in the stomach with a vicious punch, and the force would definitely make ordinary people vomit blood.

"You yellow-skinned monkey! Shit and you're brothers! ”

The other man was a little unbearable, but he still silently and proudly carried the big bag outside, tied the things to the car, and only the black-haired young man collapsed to the ground with his hands on his abdomen in pain.

At this time, Leus's ears were pressed to the ground. Sensing the footsteps of the zombies coming, he decided to give the brothers another chance.

"At least keep me a gun, the streets are full of monsters outside!"

Leus shouted at the two men outside. But the boss gave him a middle finger, and the second looked at the pistol in his hand, hesitated, and then quietly threw it behind him.

"! These bastards are coming around, and it's the yellow-skinned monkey who is barking around! ”

"Brother, let's hurry up, or we won't be able to run away when there are more of them."

The goatee picked up angrily. The man with fierce eyes like mung beans was about to give the black-haired young man a shot, but the gentle-looking man behind him persuaded him in time.

He snorted and inserted the key in. Then he twisted his hand vigorously and stepped his foot.

Outcome...... No response.

The switches are cast together with the bodywork, and the Harley-Davidson is like a model car that doesn't start at all.

However. At this time, there were already more than a dozen zombies around him. They were in a hurry, and fired a few shots to smash the upper body of several zombies that ran within five meters of the side, they used shotguns, and the close-range power of the shotgun was very powerful.

"Alas, people like you, even if it's not the end of the world, are not qualified to live."

A low sigh rang out, and the black-haired youth got up from the ground at some point. The whole person walked out of the gun shop calmly and unharmed.

He waved his hand, and the goatee's body flew off the motorcycle. It slammed into the glass of the gun shop, and there was a loud bang, and more zombies in the distance turned their heads to look at this side.

The other man was shocked to find that he couldn't move, and could only watch as Leus walked in front of him, stepped onto the locomotive, and drew two semi-automatic AK submachine guns from both sides.

"Seriously, there are a lot of guns that are better than it, and you rob the whole store, but you never rob the IQ."

Leus's voice fell, da, da...... With a very strange sense of rhythm, he played the submachine gun with the taste of a pistol.

At the same time, this unique skill made the man in the back seat of the motorcycle widen his eyes, and even if he could move at this time, he probably forgot to move.

Because every time two submachine guns sound an accented click, two zombies' heads will be blown off, or a big hole will be directly pierced in the neck.

After more than ten seconds, more than two dozen zombies gathered around them all fell to the ground, and the nearest zombie was ten meters away from them.

Bang!

The Harley-Davidson motorcycle was launched, and it was like a bull with enough anger, slashing its strong hind hooves with great force, and rushing straight forward like an arrow from a string.

Wide, grippy tires ran over zombie corpses, and some zombies who knew how to lie on the ground to "pretend to be dead" were innocently crushed and shot heads, splashing red and white all over the road.

It wasn't until Leus rushed out of the street and reached the edge of the city that he stopped his car, and there weren't many zombies left.

Next, Leus grabbed the 1.9-meter-tall man in the back seat with one hand, and then threw it out of the car with all his might.

"Remember, even if it's the end of the world, you have to maintain the bottom line of being a human being, otherwise what's the difference between you and the zombies wandering the streets?"

Although this yellow man may have killed his brother just now, in addition to hatred, this man was still stunned by the words of the black-haired youth.

Thinking back to what his brother had just done, just because the zombies were attracted to him, he was angry that Leus was going to shoot the other party, and it was indeed no different from the zombies who were biting people all over the street.

While the man was still thinking in shock, Leus had already left the place in Harley.

But at this time, at a gas station near the exit toll station of the city in front, a violent explosion suddenly came, and the skyrocketing fire was faintly seen, and there was a huge terrifying roar.

What's going on?

Curiosity and watching the excitement are regardless of the color of the country, the nation, and Li Wusi was very curious, so he accelerated violently.

Still far away, he had already seen that a group of survivors were in the toll booth, excitedly playing a survival game with another group of zombies.

"It's not a business...... No, it seems that there is no escape. ”

Leus was going to go around the trouble, but when he saw a familiar black SUV not far ahead, he knew that he couldn't dodge, it was Alice and them.

Slowing down, his legs clamped between the body, his upper body turned and pulled out a big guy from one of the large bags - a general-purpose machine gun.

With a gun in one hand, no need to support a tripod, and a few long chains draped over his shoulders, Leus felt that his current image would definitely be able to form a violent machine-gun trio with Schwarzenegger and Stallone.

When Leus approached the toll booth on a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, a group of ordinary zombies with a height of no more than two meters were led by three large zombies with a height of more than three meters, screaming and driving Alice and a group of people around.

In addition, there were more than a dozen zombies who forced several other people that Lius didn't know to hide in the toll booth.

Looking at the gas station that had just passed by and had been blown into ruins, and at the zombies with most of their clothes still on fire, Leus could imagine why they were so angry. (To be continued......)