In the corridor on the third floor of the United Nations Secretariat Building.

A team of more than 20 white and black men with a height of more than 1.8 meters walked towards room 316 around a fair-skinned blonde woman with sunglasses, Tang Ji leaned sideways against the wall, looking at the twenty or so people walking from the north side, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile.

He saw his former boss Hillary, more changes than he remembered, Hillary before the end of the world was the president of a large pharmaceutical company, very careful about her image, most like to wear green nails and eye shadow, wavy curly hair, usually light makeup, like small jewelry, such as bracelets or earrings, never wear bracelets or that kind of big earrings, makeup belongs to the very delicate kind, although she does not smile when she works, but can always give people a cold feeling.

As her former assistant, Don Ji knows almost everything about her, living habits, work and rest time, preferences, and even menstrual periods, of course, Hillary Clinton can't tell Don Ji when his menstrual period is, but Don Ji can deduce that men understand that women are always as abnormal as forgetting to take medicine for a few days a month.

That was once her, and now, Hillary's wavy curls turned into a smart single ponytail, and then ...... There was nothing, no eye shadow, no lip gloss, no jewelry, no high heels, no nails, it was more simple than ever in terms of makeup, although Hillary was thirty years old, and she was a few years older than Don Guy, but it seemed that the years had not left any marks on her face, and she looked much younger than Don Guy, just making her more mature in temperament.

She pays attention to maintenance, which is inevitable.

"Don Ji." Hillary walked to the door of room 316 and shouted, the guards around her got out of the way, she took off her sunglasses, the corners of her mouth outlined an upturned arc, revealing eight white and neat teeth, a very friendly smile, her signature smile, although Hillary was very serious about her staff, but Donji still remembered that every time she met with a client, she always wore this very friendly and professional smile.

A smile is a wonderful thing, especially the smile of a beautiful woman, which can instantly bring the relationship between the two closer.

Hillary took a few steps forward and stretched out her hand to Don Guy, who was pale and bloodless, and reluctantly took a step forward, shook Hillary's hand lightly, and then let go.

"Your leg ......" Hillary asked, noticing the problem with Donji's leg just forward, glancing at Donji's left leg.

"The semi-automatic rifle has been playing for half a month, but fortunately the bones are not broken, and it will be good for another month at most." Don Ji glanced down at his legs, looked up at Hillary, and said happily, with a hint of weakness in his tone.

"That's okay, I'm lucky, God forbid, your face is very bad, I'll have some nutrition products sent over later." Hillary said with a smile as she gestured to Don Quixy's sickly face.

"Thank you." Tang Ji was not polite, nodded and thanked him.

"We'll talk in a moment." Hillary waved her hand and said, her eyes swept over the people around Tang Ji, and her eyes focused on Qiang'en for a pause, Qiang's size is too eye-catching, although his hair is half a hundred, but he who used to be a general naturally has a temperament that ordinary people don't have, and it is easy for people to see the difference between him.

When Hillary looked at John, John's mind was not on Hillary, his eyes were lowered, he had just seen Hillary's arrival, and he had heard the conversation between the two of them, without too many mood swings, he had experienced too many things in his life, and his calm mind was naturally not comparable to that of young people, at this time his lowered eyes were a little worried, he was thinking about his daughter.

When Hillary looked at John, she turned her head to look at the door of room 317, not far to the left side of the hallway.

"What's going on with them?" Hillary asked in a deep voice, her mood changing quickly.

The bearded man held the gun and kept his back to Hillary, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Fina and the others, he seemed to be a little nervous, heard Hillary's question, knew that he was asking himself, immediately put down the gun and turned around and walked to Hillary's side, his eyes were lowered and he didn't dare to look at Hillary, it seemed that he was a little weak-hearted, showing a cautious look, he began to reach out to Fina and the others to point at them, and whispered to Hillary what happened.

Of course, the process of the matter was distorted by him, in fact, in the later stage of the whole thing, before Tang Ji came, he was the leader, if it was not for his decision and connivance, Fina would not dare to shoot in front of them, so he delayed the arrival of himself and the others, and advanced the arrival time of Jason and the others, and put himself at the end.

Fina can't say it in her psychology now, they can hear the bearded man's voice, and of course they can choose to refute him, but everyone knows that it's useless, because Tang Ji is on the bearded side, and Tang Ji has decided to cover up for the beard, so what Fina and the others say, Don Ji can refute it with a word, and no one will believe them.

Of course, they also have a fear of the beard, because once they refute the beard, it is difficult to say whether they can drag the beard into the water, but offending the beard is certain, then things will only get worse, it is better to honestly wait for the "verdict" now.

"When we came, they were already fighting, we pulled them away, but it was too late, they killed one person." The bearded man pointed to the corpse on the ground not far away.

"Got a gun?" Sheila immediately frowned and asked.

"No, both sides are restrained...... the bearded man paused, raised his head and pointed at Ba Song, who was wearing a cap in the far corner of Tang Ji's group, and said to Hillary: "It's him, the person he killed, he has ...... Already...... I've never seen it before" The bearded man couldn't think of any adjectives to use to describe Ba Song, and his expression was a little tangled.

Although the pre-apocalyptic era is the era of information explosion, everything in this world can be understood through TV and the Internet, although it is rare for those who can kill people with a punch or a kick, but people living in this era will have some understanding, but TV and the Internet are one thing, and it is another thing to really see this kind of person, the vast majority of people in the world have never seen the existence that can already be called a humanoid killing machine, and when they really see this kind of person, the emotions can be described as shocked or dumbfounded.

The beard is a bit of a word poor, which may be the reason for some nervousness.

"Oh?" Hillary asked, made a gesture, signaled the beard needless to say, and swept his eyes with interest at Ba Song who was standing in the corner, Ba Song was not tall, his skin was dark, his appearance was even more ordinary, and he used a cap to block half of his face, which can be said to be the most inconspicuous of these people in Tang Ji, but now he suddenly became the most eye-catching one, and everyone was looking at him.

Ba Song stood against the wall with his shoulders crossed, and suddenly raised his hand and pressed the brim of his cap, as if he was not used to so many people looking at him.

But Tang Ji knows that Ba Song is definitely not unaccustomed to being watched, he is very used to it, he has been in the spotlight again and again in the ring, and now in the face of the eyes of dozens of people, of course it is impossible to feel uncomfortable, he just doesn't want people to see who he is.

Muay Thai King Ba Song...... Although it is now the era of hot weapons, in this apocalyptic era, his extraordinary fighting ability can still play a great role, after all, the world is not only a battle between people and zombies, but also a battle between people.

Ba Song didn't want to sell anyone's life, and he didn't want to be threatened because of his identity, he now has friends, Jason, Robbie, Christine...... These people are all his friends, and during the time in the subway station, Ba Song got along with Jason and others under the language barrier, and communicated through physical eyes, the process was so difficult that you can imagine, and the friendship formed in this case was even deeper.

There is also Tang Kei, on feelings, Ba Song is shallow to him, after all, they don't get along for a long time, however, Tang Kei understands Thai, although Thai is the official language of Thailand, but if it is placed in the world, it is just a small language, from the widely used surname is not as good as English, Chinese, German, and these big languages, in the United States in the last days, if you want to find a second person who can speak Thai, the odds are similar to buying a lottery ticket and winning the jackpot.

Therefore, Ba Song has to follow Tang Ji, which is more conducive to his survival, after all, a person's strength is limited.

Hillary clearly felt the strangeness of Ba Song, and turned her eyes to the corpse on the ground, she walked over, looked down at the corpse, she saw that the corpse's eyes were not closed, she was seriously congested, and suddenly squatted down, she reached out and pinched the corpse's chin, turned the corpse's head left and right, and finally exposed the left side of the corpse's head upwards.

It was already obvious that there had been a violent blow to the left side of the skull, but it was covered by hair, and it was difficult to see anything, and Hillary frowned, and reached out with her other hand to touch the wounded area.

When I raised my hand again, there was already some more blood on my hand, not a lot, and judging from the distribution of blood on the palm, it seemed to seep out.

Hillary raised her eyebrows, stood up, her eyes still looking at the corpse, and her clean left hand took out a white handkerchief from her pocket, stuffed it into her right hand and slowly wiped all the blood away, and then put the handkerchief back in her pocket.

"How do you do that?" Hillary turned around and walked to Ba Song's side, about two steps away from Ba Song, no greeting, no self-introduction, very impolite direct questioning, this is her territory, she can face anyone with this posture, so it doesn't seem abrupt.

Ba Song, who was hugging his shoulders, raised his head to look at Hillary, and immediately turned his head to look at Don Guy, he couldn't understand what Hillary said.

"She asked you how to kill that ......" Don Ji turned to him, before he could finish speaking.

Suddenly, at this time, Hillary, who had been looking at Ba Song, suddenly took a small step back with her right leg, stared at Ba Song and said quickly: "Isn't that so?" Then he raised his head guard with both arms, bent his right leg at the knee, left his right foot off the ground, sent his crotch forward, raised his heel with his left foot, touched his toes on the ground, twisted his waist and drove his whole body to produce a habitual surname, and his long legs were like whips, sweeping out.

A standard Thai high whip leg, everything is complicated, but in fact, it happened in an instant, Hillary is extremely fast, and her movements can already be described as amazing, especially since she is still a woman.

She raided Ba Song.

"Smack!"

There was a sound from the impact, Ben turned his head to look at Don Guy's Ba Song instinctively raised his arm, he noticed Hillary's movements, and when Hillary's instep was still fifteen centimeters away from Ba Song's face, Ba Song's left arm was standing on his face, blocking Hillary's attack.

Hillary attacks quickly, but Bason is faster than her.

"What is she doing?" Ba Song glanced at Hillary, who had an interested expression, and did not react excessively, because he knew Hillary's identity, kept the blocking movement, and looked at Don Ji again and asked.

"She asked you, is that so?" Tang Ji said in Thai with a different expression.

He thought he knew Hillary Clinton well, but he seemed wrong about the current situation, because Don Ji never knew that Hillary had any fighting abilities.

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I said there was another chapter in the middle of the night, believe it or not??? O heaven and earth...... In the Western handshake etiquette, the woman can only shake the hand before the man can shake it, and the man cannot take the initiative...... Ahem, the complex and tangled character relationships, I don't know what the chaos will be like when the plot breaks out......