"Last chance." Wang Tu put his hands in his pockets and said lightly: "Otherwise, I will let them go." ”

A middle-aged man with a limp leg walked out, pointed to two of the kneeling men, and returned to the crowd.

Zhang Qiang leaned closer and said, "Those two people slept with his wife and smashed his knees with a hammer." ”

"Coward." Wang Tu frowned and waved his hand to the soldier beside him who stood like a pine tree with his head held high.

Mobilizer No. 1 stepped forward indifferently, picked up his submachine gun, and stabbed a bayonet through the back of a person's neck until it pierced through the handle.

Pull it out, shake off the blood stuck to the blade, and call for the next one.

One by one, clean and neat.

"Plop...... Plop", there are only two sounds, representing the passage of life.

Many people know that in the last days, human life is not worth much; They know how to be afraid, they are in awe, but they don't know ...... When will I die?

As a result, in an oppressive environment, he gradually became psychologically distorted, his thoughts were perverted, and even bullying and abusing his own kind of people felt extremely happy.

These people are still alive, but they are actually dead, and they are like "zombies", hiding demons in empty shells.

When the throat is cut, fresh blood with a temperature between 38 and 39 degrees Celsius gushes out from the breach.

They are thrown into the air or splashed on the floor, and after a short period of cooling, they gradually turn into a black-brown gel.

If you get close enough to get it on your face, you can feel the heat of the liquids and their smell.

The small courtyard was full of suppressed noise.

This murderous scene is probably not much different from killing a pig.

Bloodletting, convulsions...... until it is calm.

The remaining eight, their nerves tensed to the limit, and they fell into fear and despair.

Struggling, weeping, to no avail, and those who have atoned for their sins do not deserve mercy.

Moreover, they were bound and gagged, and had no power to resist.

Even scolding, you can't do it.

The king's decisiveness in killing caused a commotion in the crowd, and more and more people came forward to expose the crimes of the villains.

Soon...... Eleven corpses stained the courtyard red.

Zhang Qiang took a few people and washed the ground with a large amount of disinfectant to cover up the smell.

The bodies were piled up in corners, doused with gasoline, and set on fire for incineration.

For a moment, the black smoke stretched out in a long line, through the courtyard wall, and rushed into the blue sky.

After finishing his work, Zhang Qiang trotted to Wang Tu and reported respectfully.

"Sir, there are twenty-four people in the vault, sixteen men and eight women. Of these, three were over sixty years old, and five were under the age of twelve. ”

He wasn't told to do this, but he was a careful man.

Wang Tu looked at him deeply and ordered, "Organize everyone to rest." In addition, you bring a few leg and foot slicks to bring out food and useful things. ”

The police shelter is in a remote location, with a high security factor, but it is a bit far from the low mountain and the base, and it is necessary to relocate them.

After all, the parasitic beast has shown its edge, and even if the current zombies can't take refuge, the crisis is still raging around.

If these people are left alone, they will die a miserable death.

And using the base to build a shelter is different.

When the red alarm function is turned on one by one, and the building is located around the mountain, its supporting defense system must be very powerful, and it is no problem to hold one acre and three points of land.

"Eat and send it down, so that everyone can recover their strength." Wang Tu thought for a moment and added.

"Understood. You rest, I'll do it right away. Zhang Qiang had respect on his face, turned around and left.

"Wait a minute." Wang Tu called out to him, followed him, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "The previous performance was very good, I want to appoint you as the manager of this group of people, after all, you rescued them from the abyss." ”

"I don't know—are you interested?"

"Ahh Zhang Qiang was ecstatic in his heart, but his face remained silent, and he made an appropriately surprised expression, and hesitated: "Sir, I, I...... May I? ”

"I said yes, you can." Wang Tu looked at him with a smile and said: "The army is the army, the people are the people, your strength can also play a big role, the current situation is complex, and integration and development are very important." ”

Zhang Qiang glanced at the survivors sitting downstairs.

His gaze stayed for a moment from the bloodstains on the floor, then he turned his head and said solemnly: "I will definitely manage them well and wait for your instructions at all times." ”

As he spoke, his tone was slightly vibrato, both excited and confused.

The original plan finally succeeded in the first step.

He risked his life to recommend himself, just thinking of using the army to get rid of Brother Long.

As soon as Brother Long died, the survivors were leaderless, and they were scattered, and the army was not used to directly managing them, so they definitely needed to find a custodian.

They have a preconceived advantage and pretend to be more obedient, do they still appoint others?

The only surprise was that the king's disciples not only killed people, but also ...... There are too many kills.

Eleven lives, after being tied up, are like slaughtering rabbits, and all the effort of smoking a cigarette is finished.

The official is a little better. These two tall soldiers are too terrifying, are they killing machines?

I don't even frown.

Except for Zhang Qiang's politeness and hesitation, all other emotions were real, and he was really scared.

He was afraid that if he didn't do a good job, he would be pointed at by the king and said casually - the one who slipped through the net and this guy is there.

So the two soldiers rushed over and made a hole in themselves to bleed.

Fantasizing about the picture, Zhang Qiang lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly at the person in front of him, and he felt even more dry and uneasy in his heart.

On the side, Wang Tu nodded appreciatively and said indifferently: "You are different from them, I am looking forward to it, go ahead." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Qiang was relieved.

He took a deep breath, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, ran to the survivors with a smoke, and ordered a few people to go to the house to carry supplies.

Opening a tube of Coke to drink, Wang Tu walked a few steps in the courtyard, thinking silently.

He couldn't see the man's thoughts.

Just looking at his plump size, he knew that he was by no means a survivor of oppression, and it was clear that Zhang Qiang was the same kind as these people who were executed.

It's just that he is more ambitious and more ruthless.

In response to that sentence - a dog that bites does not bark.

Brother Long is not good at knowing people, but he is not unjustly dead.

Regardless of the motives, if you dare to stab you in the back and successfully stay out of the matter, you are definitely a character with brains.

At the very least, even if the king sees through it, it is not good to do it to him again.

Let's use it first, no matter how many ghost ideas he has, in the face of absolute strength, it is also a bubble phantom.

Inside the vault, food was piled up in a large room, and only a handful of people were able to enjoy the maximum amount after being unfairly distributed.