On the quiet streets of Toronto, the sound of off-road vehicle engines is particularly clear, and the headlights flicker and flicker, illuminating a way in this dead city.

"There seems to be someone ...... ahead"

A little boy soaking wet from top to bottom limped to the middle of the road, his hands crossed over his head and waving non-stop.

"It's the boy in the boat."

Wu Lao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was the first to recognize the child, it was a group of people who met by chance on the shore of Lake Ontario, and later hid on the yacht.

"Hey, boy, get out of the way!" Ford's thick fluffy arms stuck out of the window and made a roll-away gesture, clearly not wanting to help the boy.

As a mercenary, he knows the laws of doom better than anyone else, and is needed to survive. There is never a superfluous firearm to protect the superfluous, and it is clear that this little boy belongs to the superfluous people.

"Wait...... I want to help him. Su Qian, who had just had bandaged his hands, looked at the boy with a somewhat complicated expression, as if he didn't expect him to survive.

Maybe on this day, he doesn't want to see anyone die again, how difficult it is to survive.

"Okay, for your sake......" Ford frowned, thought for a moment and nodded at Su Qian.

"Thank you."

If anyone else said this, maybe Ford might not be willing to accept it, but after a short period of thinking about it just now, Wu Lao and Bruce told them what happened to them, which naturally included Su Qian's various deeds.

A person like Su Qian is like a bad guy with a little heroic feelings, with a brain and a body, this kind of person is worthy of deep friendship whether it is in the end or in ordinary times, he has no need to provoke him when Su Qian just came to this team, pulled the car door and walked in front of the boy, and rubbed his head.

"Boy, you're lucky today......"

"I'm not called a boy, my name is Jerry!"

"Stinky Boy"

…………

Wu Lao turned his head and glanced at Su Qian, who was wearing bandages in many places on his body: "When we get to the camp, both of you will need to be injected with antibiotics, and if you don't handle it carefully, you may get infected." ”

Now there are two mummies in the back of the car, one is Su Qian, and the other is a little boy who is more than Su Qian asked to rescue, the boy's injuries are even worse than Su Qian's, his legs may be somewhat fractured, and there are extremely severe injuries on his arms and back, especially in the back, I don't know what kind of sharp weapon has been cut a deep wound, and it is bloody.

It's hard to imagine how this boy who looks like he is only ** years old has survived until now, after being taken into the car by Ford, the boy is still holding on, until An Jie took out a bandage to help him bandage his wounds, he fell into a coma, which made Ford in the driver's seat can't help but look at him a few more times, although this does not change his mind.

An Jie curled up on the seat with her legs, let the boy lie down, used her thighs as a comfortable pillow, and gently stroked the scars on the boy's face with her hands.

"Where are we going now?" Su Qian glanced roughly in the direction of progress and asked.

"Our main camp is in Peterborough, and now we have a makeshift camp on our farm in the suburbs of Toronto." Ford glanced back at him from the driver's seat.

"Hmm." Su Qian stretched out his arm, adjusted his position slightly, and kept himself as far away from the two women as possible, and asked, "How is the situation in other places now?" ”

"The situation in other cities is not much better than here......" Ford reached into the car drawer and felt for a cigarette, only to remember that the last cigar had been thrown out the window by Black Widow, and his hands were on the steering wheel again, "Because of the mission, Black Widow and I were almost always around Toronto and dealing with CSIS (Canadian Security Intelligence Agency), until the virus suddenly broke out, even we were shocked......"

Su Qian nodded in understanding.

"Now in addition to the main camp of the military on Baffin Island and small camps in several cities, all that remains are mercenaries like us and some private armed forces."

Just when Su Qian wanted to ask about the research of the army and private armed forces on the virus, the black widow sitting next to him suddenly restrained her coquettishness, took out a pair of military glasses from the side of the car, looked at the back of the car, and said, "Big man, I think we are being targeted ......"

"Who is it?" Ford glanced in the rearview mirror, which reflected a fiery red Ferrari speeding behind the off-road vehicle.

"Like...... Not human. The Black Widow's expression became a little stern.

Everyone else in the car was taken aback, not human? Wouldn't that be a zombie!

Su Qian picked up another spare pair of binoculars and looked back, the fiery Ferrari was like a flame in the dark night, and on the walls on both sides of the Ferrari, two crawlers the size of a hill were running wildly on the roads on both sides, while sweeping away the cars blocking the road for the Ferrari, those cars were like paper paste, and they were directly thrown away by the fists of the two monsters.

Turning their gaze behind the Ferrari, it was a black and endless zombie frenzy, as if they were attracted by some mysterious force, following the red-hot Ferrari.

And in the driver's seat of the Ferrari, there was a woman Su Qian had never seen before, with short blond hair and a pair of black-framed sunglasses, which didn't look like a zombie.

But Su Qian recognized another person, behind the rampaging creeper on the left, there was a petite figure, his hands tightly grasping the strange bulge behind the creeper.

It's that little zombie boy!

Tonight he met two little boys, one who wanted to save and the other who wanted to kill.

"Is there a sniper rifle?" Su Qian's eyes were already faintly murderous.

As soon as she finished speaking, Black Widow had already pulled out a man's favorite, a large-caliber sniper rifle, from the trunk of the car...... Barrett M82A1.

"Uh...... There are more common sniper rifles. Holding the metal sniper, Su Qian's face showed a slightly embarrassed expression, the sniper rifle is not like a submachine gun, just hold it up and shoot, as long as you control the recoil and firing direction, you can get started quickly.

In particular, large-caliber sniper rifles like Bartlet's usually require special training to use them.

"Oh, Sue, don't you like to use a large-caliber one?" Black Widow's eyes burned and her words were playful.

"Actually, I prefer ordinary submachine guns......" Su Qian touched the back of his head a little embarrassed.

This time, Black Widow handed over an M4A1 carbine.

"Sue, now that you're injured, it's better to leave this kind of thing to a professional." Bruce looked at Su Qian's still bandaged arm with some concern.

"No, I'm going to kill him with my own hands." Su Qian took the M4A1 and climbed up from the skylight.