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"Grass. I'll just say the Yankees are unreliable. It's a shame that we didn't run ahead of him, otherwise we would have been the ones who would have been targeted. ”

The fat man was not shocked by Jack's shooting at Tang Yumo, and his tone seemed to be just puzzled by shooting at the person in front. It is estimated that he still has the idea of dragging Tang Yumo and Jack on his back.

But I'm different, I don't have the idea and determination to risk other people's lives to give me back, this kind of thing goes against my principles of being a man. And, from what I know about Jack, he's not that kind of person either. If it is said

He's going to give up on his teammates, I'm sure he will in some cases, but if he shoots his teammates just to get to the front, I don't think he can do that.

I didn't care about illuminating the road anymore, and I also shone the one-eyed flashlight at Jack. Under the illumination of the two flashlights, Jack's figure and posture became clearer. I could even see his fingers on the trigger slow

Slow tightening.

"Jack. No! I shouted as I ran.

I don't know what's wrong with Jack, but I absolutely can't believe it was his intended behavior. At this moment, I suspect that he has been infected by a zombie fungus, and that his actions are no longer self-motivated

consciousness, but is controlled by a zombie fungus or some other kind of consciousness.

However, I can't let that happen. Some things, done, cannot be changed and cannot be repented, not only the result of the matter cannot be changed, but also the formation of shadows and pressure in the heart

Force will be with you for a lifetime. Even change a person's character and change a person's outlook on life.

In the shouting. I ran desperately, jumped on a stone the size of a millstone, stepped on it, and jumped over a stalagmite more than a man high. Soon left the fat man behind.

My shouting was so loud that it probably made Jack's eardrums uncomfortable. I saw Jack shake his head, his gun unchanged. The body and even the shoulders remain motionless, but

It was his face that turned back one hundred and eighty degrees.

Jack's unbelievable behavior made me, who leaped over the stalagmite, almost unable to hold it and poked myself to death on the stalagmite. But when I landed, my legs were still weak, and I fell down with a 'bang'

on the ground.

At this moment, it was not only Jack's unbelievable neck turning but also his face facing me that made my legs weak. That's not a normal person's face anymore. Not even, I don't

Determine if it is a human face.

As I said, Jack has the thick facial hair of a Caucasian who is not fully evolved. At this moment, the hair on his face was sticking to his face, and I could tell that it was the sweat on his face that wet his face hair and beard.

I was sweating even though the temperature in the underground cave was as cold as an ice cellar. But compared to Jack. I have much less sweat on my face. The fat man is about the same, although he

Panting like a cow. But there was no sweat like rain either.

And at this moment, Jack was like he had been fished out of the water, sweating, wetting his face and beard, and flowing down his chin into a stream.

His face was gray, completely different from his usual reddish white. Closer to the skin color of the long-tailed monster. It's not these things that make my heart palpitate the most, it's his expression. In two cyclops flashlights

Under the light, his expression was terrifying and hideous.

Jack's blue eyes, which had fascinated me all, were now blue, glowing blue. But. The pupils that should have contracted under the direct light of the dazzling one-eyed beast's flashlight were spreading at this moment. at

I didn't see the whites of those wide-open eyes.

On his gray-white face, the muscles twisted and wriggled horizontally, like ripples, as if there were countless insects wriggling under the skin. This reminds me of Company Commander Li, whose body was bugged

When it was hollowed out and occupied, a similar phenomenon also occurred.

Jack was biting the cyclops flashlight in his mouth. While our flashlight shone on his face, his flashlight shone aimlessly in the air, as if he was turning his head just out of the sound of his own right

Be able to react, not to judge who to look at.

Moreover, he was biting the one-eyed beast's mouth and chewing. It seems to me that he is not lighting with a one-eyed, but eating, chewing and eating the one-eyed flashlight.

However, this terrifying image is fleeting. It was really like he couldn't see me and the fat man, and Jack's hideous face made two hundred and eighty-degree turns in less than a second.

"Damn,. scared my brother out of the way. ”

The moment I fell to the ground, the fat man came up from behind and let out a loud sigh. Actually, I'm the one who gets scared. I'm really peeing.

Either way, stop Jack from making mistakes, even if it hurts him. I jumped up and pulled my pistol from my waist. Of course I'm not going to shoot Jack, I'm confident in my marksmanship, I've got it

On the premise of not hurting him hard, disarm him and put an end to this tragedy.

"Grass,. What's wrong with her, is Tang Yumo also crazy?! ”

As soon as I loaded the bullet, I heard the fat man shouting.

I've pointed the muzzle of the gun at the hand with which Jack pulled the trigger, and my cyclops flashlight is also in my mouth, and both hands are more stable with the gun, which makes me more sure.

The fat man's shout made me nervous suddenly, and the fingers on the trigger flicked, and the bullet almost went out.

I hurriedly removed the muzzle of the gun and shouted to the fat man, "What's the matter, don't be surprised, okay?" Do you want to borrow a knife to kill someone? ”

"Am I that despicable? Look over there. ”

The fat man said, leaving the light of the cyclops flashlight in his hand away from Jack and shining it in the other direction.

In that direction, a torch was beating, it should be Tang Yumo, she was running in front. But I only watched it for two seconds, and it made the same sound as the fat man.

"Hell."

The torch was beating, but not beating away from us, but beating towards us. The flashlight didn't shine that far, and I could only see the torches approaching us, but I couldn't see them

under the people. But in my heart, a question suddenly arose: Is the person under the torch Tang Yumo?

The way I looked at Jack changed. Maybe it's a misunderstanding. I'm talking about between me and Jack.

He was in front of us, closer to that torch, and easier to spot the anomaly of that torch. It seems that he first noticed Tang Yumo or the torch moving back, and felt the danger, so he stopped advancing

, move out the automatic rifle in case of accidents.

But what was the matter with his face and the expression on his face? And his deadly eyes. I'd like to believe it was a misunderstanding, but I trust my eyes more.

With a gun in one hand and a cyclops flashlight in my left hand, I roundabout towards Jack.

Perhaps infected by my nervousness, the fat man drew his sharpened straight knife and followed me, forcing Jack with murderous vigour.

And Jack, motionless as a stone sculpture, let my flashlight move from his back to his side.

The moment my flashlight hit his eyes, suddenly, the one-eyed flashlight in Jack's mouth fell to the ground with a 'dang' as if it had finally been bitten off by him. (To be continued......)