The motorcycle team, not only kills the living corpses, but also the living.

Although only a few people started to kill, the others were unmoved, and their appearance was commonplace, which was enough to show that it was not an accident, but a plan that they had arranged a long time ago.

Seeing this, Wang Ye, who was still thinking about whether to go over to say hello, was suddenly stunned.

But he didn't care, but what was important was that he was looking around.

One of the people in the motorcycle team looked up and saw Wang Ye just in time.

"There's still a living person in that room."

Although he didn't hear the sound, when he saw the man raise his hand to him, Wang Ye still subconsciously made up the sound in his head.

Fortunately, the motorcycle team didn't pay much attention to Wang Ye, and after discovering him, they drove three people over in two motorcycles.

Wang Ye subconsciously ran back to the bedroom, ready to jump down the second floor along the back road prepared earlier.

But when it was time to jump, he reacted.

There is a motorcycle on the opposite side, and he can't outrun the opposite one.

In the current situation, what he should do is:

Counter-kill opposite.

Carrying the schoolbag that had shrunk by two-fifths, Wang Ye moved the makeup table in the bedroom to the staircase jogging platform and placed it in a position where it could not be seen on the first floor.

He waited a little before three men in helmets rushed in through the windows of the first floor.

There was no one left to guard the motorcycle.

Wang Ye's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Why do you want to kill?"

"Because we're not here to save you shit."

The man in front replied casually, his voice full of cruelty.

"I'm different! I'm not an old man, I'm young, I can join you! Wang Ye pretended to be excited.

"Haha, it's useless, the boss said that he won't accept outsiders. We are not saviors, and we don't need outsiders to distribute supplies-"

"Stop talking nonsense, kill it quickly."

The man following behind interrupted the conversation.

But two sentences are enough for Wang Ye to judge the heels of this group of people.

It turned out to be a group of organized anti-social elements, and as soon as the end of the world came, it was directly the apocalyptic mentality of killing people and stealing food. Wang Ye estimated that this group of people were either yellow hairs from gangsters or prisoners in prison.

By this time, the man had reached the top of the stairs and stepped up the stairs with his left foot.

Wang Ye took a deep breath, lifted the makeup table that was placed next to him, and threw it down violently.

The man was stunned for a moment, raised his hands to block, but his body fell backwards under the force of the impact.

The man behind him subconsciously reached out to help him and support his back.

But Wang Ye kicked on the wall of the steps, swooped down like an eagle, and jumped above several people.

He stepped on the edge of the dressing table, bent his legs down, completely stomped on the two unstable players, and then kicked again, shooting sharply at the third person who fell behind.

The man probably didn't react yet, and froze in place.

However, he wears a helmet and is not good at wiping his neck. Wang Ye had to be a little troublesome, grabbed the fruit knife with his left hand and stabbed it into his chest, and while flying backwards with this person, he also took advantage of the momentum to twist his body, changing from a posture of feet in the back to feet in front.

Then he hit the living room door and bent his legs to defuse the momentum.

But Wang Ye twisted too violently, and his left hand grasped the handle of the fruit knife tightly, but he broke the fruit knife, leaving the blade stuck in the man's chest.

Throwing away the handle of the knife, Wang Ye picked up the homemade weapon that the third person had dropped on the ground—a pig-killing knife inserted in a PVC pipe—and stabbed it in the heart.

After all, he was full of energy just now, and it looked smooth when he came down, but although the fruit knife stabbed into the chest, it was stabbed crookedly, not in the heart.

But it's okay, he'll mend the knife too.

Pulling out the pig-killing knife, Wang Ye did not stop, and immediately killed the other two.

At this time, the other two were smashed and fell to the ground, and they didn't even get up yet.

But the second person, the person who said don't talk nonsense before, reacted quite quickly, and actually rolled to the side on the spot, avoiding Wang Ye.

Only the person in front of him was left, although he heard the screams of the third person and knew that the situation was not good, but because he was pressed on the dressing table, he couldn't avoid it at all.

When he opened the dressing table, before he got up, Wang Ye had already killed.

The long-handled pig-killing knife slashed down, directly chopping off his right arm.

In the midst of the screams, Wang Ye gently lifted the long-handled pig-killing knife, and with a shake of his hand, he stabbed it diagonally into his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the motorcycle team rushed to kill Wang Ye, and only the last one in black was left, who had just gotten up from the ground.

"You bastard!"

He let out angry shouts, but unfortunately he was only impotent and furious.

Because the man in black hurriedly rolled on the spot before, although he avoided Wang Ye, he dropped his weapon.

Wang Ye kicked all the weapons scattered on the ground backwards, and then raised the long-handled pig-killing knife and swept towards the man in black.

The man in black hurriedly stepped back.

Although Wang Ye immediately turned his wrist to press down on the knife when he saw this, after all, he was not very good at controlling long-handled weapons, and his changes were not sensitive, so he only let the pig-killing knife hit the helmet of the man in black.

Because the man in black was retreating, the knife didn't even cut through the helmet, and it slid away with a knock.

Wang Ye frowned subconsciously.

The man in black hurriedly retreated to the sofa and threw all the sundries on the table in front of the sofa at Wang Ye.

Wang Ye didn't care, his feet moved, and he moved to the right, avoiding all kinds of debris that was originally rushing to his face.

Then he stopped being handsome, held the long-handled pig-killing knife, and honestly stabbed the man in black.

The man in black panicked, feeling that he was within the range of Wang Ye's attack, so he jumped back and jumped onto the wooden sofa.

Seeing this, Wang Ye, who had originally collected three points of strength, no longer left his strength, twisted his waist, poured all his strength into the weapon in his hand, and stabbed straight forward.

Even though the man in black tried to dodge, he was still stabbed in the abdomen by Wang Ye, and then directly pierced, and even inserted into the wall.

"Bastard......"

In the muttering of the man in black as if he refused to admit the reality, Wang Ye let go of the long-handled pig-killing knife, and then wiped his right hand on his thigh and pulled out the second fruit knife.

He took three steps and two steps, jumped onto the couch, and stabbed the fruit knife into the heart of the man in black.

The man in black subconsciously grabbed Wang Ye's right hand with both hands.

But after a long time, maybe a minute, his hands finally lost their strength and slipped feebly.

Only his body remained, still leaning against the wall.

And at this time, Wang Ye exhaled a breath and said:

"You're right, don't talk nonsense."

"So I can only wait until now to say, those who kill will always be killed."

He pulled out the fruit knife and then the long-handled pig-killing knife, and jumped back to the ground from the couch.

Losing the external force to fix his body, the body of the man in black slowly slid down, first kneeling on the wooden sofa, then planting forward, and after the upper body fell, the helmet hit the ground with a dull sound.

- It's like kowtowing too hard.

The body of the man in black continued to slide down, but Wang Ye stretched out his foot and stepped on the helmet, and with a slight force, fixed the body in a strange posture of kneeling on the sofa with his head planted on the ground.

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