Behind the door of the warehouse, three tall white men were gathered together, each holding a specially processed wooden stick, with blades or iron filings tied to the top, and there were still undried blood stains on the stick.

"Teucer, what do we do now?"

A man with a long stick, shirtless, revealing the cyan tattoo on his thick arm, cast an inquiring gaze on the bald man beside him.

The bald man had a Remington shotgun in his hand, and his muscles exploded.

Teucer is a small leader of the gang in the neighborhood, and in addition to collecting protection money on weekdays, he has a little interest in drinking tea. At the time of the outbreak of the zombie virus, he happened to be drinking tea in the teahouse, and although the sudden outbreak of the disaster caught him off guard, his decisive character and cruel methods allowed him to control the situation in an instant when the crisis broke out!

When he blows the first zombie's head with a shotgun, the fear of disaster fades little by little. He was a thug who was good at dealing with chaotic situations, and after teaching a few survivors who tried to resist, he quickly gained absolute leadership among the survivors with his strong physique and only firearm.

The people who could have drunk tea in this teahouse were all big people with status, and Teucer came here every day to drink tea without the intention of being able to talk to those big people. However, after the chaos came, those big people who were originally high and high began to wag their tails and beg for food in front of him.

No order, no law, survival of the fittest! He likes this kind of law and doesn't want to be changed by anything.

At first, he was still a little worried, worried that as soon as he was in a qiē, he would calm down and his life would return to its original trajectory, so these days, even if he is trapped in the warehouse, he still pays attention to the situation outside. It turned out that he thought that the whole world had fallen, until now......

The flesh on Teucer's face trembled slightly, revealing a hideous and ferocious nature that could not be concealed. After thinking for a few minutes, his face gradually calmed down, turned around, and hooked his finger at the somewhat balding blonde man behind him, this blonde man was the director of a super group in Toronto, and when he was at his best, the exchange of assets for Canadian dollars could drown him.

At the beginning of the evacuation, he would also distribute food to him, hoping that after going out, the big guy would remember his goodness, and on the third day, he suddenly realized that he could use his fists to control and master more of what he wanted

Stuff, now these people have become his slaves, even food! In addition to a dozen people in the warehouse, all that was left was tea cakes that could not be used for food, and a few white skeletons that had been eaten clean!

The bald man's fat face was covered with bruises, and he got up and walked over tremblingly when he heard Teucer's order.

"You open the door and tell the policeman that you want to see his ID, don't try to play tricks, otherwise, hum......"

The shotgun was pressed against the man's waist, making the middle-aged man who had just heard the police's rescue and ecstatic to look dead again. The bald man turned his head, a murderous gaze sweeping over the remaining survivors.

"And you ......"

All the people who were swept by his gaze lowered their heads in fear, only a slightly old man, when he lowered his head, a glint flashed in the corner of his eyes, the first sound of opening the door just now, how did it make him feel familiar? Anyway, this was the only chance, and the old man's old hand steadily grasped the fragment of the teapot that had been hidden in his sleeve for a long time.

Teucer naturally didn't want the police outside the door to ruin the current situation, however, what was even more strange to him was that the outside of Chinatown was obviously occupied by zombies, how did these police officers walk in unharmed?

Teucer glanced at the other two companions, who thoughtfully stepped out of the way, slowly opening the closed iron door.

The bald man's face slowly revealed through the crack in the door, and when he saw Danny's police uniform, his eyes suddenly showed a hint of joy.

"Oh God, have all the zombies out there been killed...... Ah, are you really a cop? I'd like to see your ID. ”

The bald man felt the gun behind him, and his thin face turned even paler.

Danny frowned slightly, and said according to An Jie's instructions, "No, the zombies were just led away, please believe that I am really a policeman, and now the rescue has been slowly carried out......"

"Believe, I believe you...... No, I'm going to have to look at your papers. ”

Not only the bald man, but the trapped people in the warehouse behind him stood up excitedly after hearing the news of the rescue, and then they were forced to speak out under the pressure of Teucer.

Watching Danny reach out and pull out the papers on his waist, Teucer's eyes flickered slightly, and finally the moment Danny lowered his head, he jerked his leg up and put his foot behind the bald man's back!

Yes!

At the same time as an exclamation was heard, Teucer had already raised the shotgun in his hand!

Bang!

The moment the gunshots rang out, Danny had already rolled and ran to the side, and Zhang Jie, who had been aiming with a submachine gun, shot and killed Teucer without hesitation!

"Help! Help, police! ”

The man who was pushed to the ground had a panicked look in his eyes, and he knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, and the two strands were already soaked and emitted a foul smell.

When he turned around, he saw a bloody hole in Tok's forehead, and the boy with his eyes wide open but no longer angry, the bald man felt a kind of revenge pleasure, but this pleasure immediately turned into horror.

Because at this moment, the other two muscular men made a final counterattack, and one of the muscular men next to Teucer directly grabbed the shotgun, and the muzzle of the gun was against the bald man's head!

Burst!

Another muscular man wanted to reflexively go back to capture the hostage, but his back chest had been shot through with a short crossbow!

"Don't come here, I'll kill him if I come here again! Stay back! ”

With the death of the two accomplices, the muscular man's eyes were full of horror. In a trance, he didn't even notice that a figure was secretly staring at her.

"Don't come, don't come! You close the door, close the door! ”

Just as the muscular man was about to close the iron door, the figure behind him suddenly rushed out, and the man only felt a huge force coming from the back of his head, and a sharp teapot fragment pierced the back of his head. The whole person suddenly lost his life and fell to the ground softly.

“…… Wu Lao! Wu Lao! ”

As the muscular man fell to the ground, the figure of the old man behind him was revealed. At this time, although the Tang costume on the old man's body was tattered and his complexion was a little dilapidated, the old man's eyes flashed with a fierce light! The broken tea porcelain in his hand was still slowly dripping blood.

Zhang Jie immediately squatted down and ran to Wu Lao's side, and after a brief examination, he breathed a sigh of relief that Wu Lao's body was not heavily injured. Because of his old age, he escaped the fate of becoming food.

Zhang Jie immediately leaned down to carry Wu Lao, but was rejected by the old man.

"Elder Wu, we must get out of here immediately. Those zombies may be back soon! ”

(Happy weekend, everyone, cheeky to collect!) ）