At the same time, a trembling sound came from not far from the dead pig.

"Pull ...... Press. ”

"And then what?"

Another voice sounded as a warning.

"Throw it where the gather!"

The next moment-

"When the ...... is long"

The seven evolutionary black-skinned zombies turned their heads neatly, only to see two small round balls crossing a beautiful parabola and rolling down to their feet one after another.

After about five or six seconds.

Boom –

The deafening sound kicked up large clouds of sand and gravel and caused severe trauma to their keen hearing.

They clasped their heads and roared, in pain.

Nearby, ordinary zombies didn't understand the situation, and they were still pouring in.

There are abandoned cars, garbage bins and bus stops separated from each other, leaving them fragmented.

Some are yelling, some are yelling, and some are jumping in place.

There are even a few people who have a little blood on their bodies and are chased and gnawed by their kind.

The whole scene turned the sky upside down and turned into a pot of porridge.

The wind was blowing, and in the shadows in the distance, a faint figure was hurrying away.

The deviant pig is missing a front hoof, which does not seem to affect the zombies' desire to eat, and they are drooling and scrambling to be the first.

Even if the evolved black-skinned zombies had the intention to hunt down the daring offenders, they were also blocked by the dense crowd of their kind, and they cut off their thoughts.

Mainly, after hesitation, they felt that if they didn't really chase after them, they might not even have bones left in front of them when they came back.

Although they have a certain amount of thinking, they probably don't understand that "losing the watermelon and picking up sesame seeds" is wrong, and they only think that it is most important to keep the mouth first.

In this way, two people with sharp bodies stepped on the roof of the abandoned car and fled.

Bypass a large group of zombies, enter the building through the window, shuttle through the community, and get out of danger smoothly.

The two leaned against the wall and gasped, looked at each other, and laughed together.

"Cool, so cool." Zhao Tan said, his legs still trembling.

"Thrilling." The state of the king disciple was much calmer, and he shook his head and said.

"Sir, haha...... My soul is still on the way, and I didn't follow it in time. Zhao Tan grinned and wiped a hot sweat.

In any case, the operation of snatching the corpse of the king was relatively successful.

In addition to using two grenades, a bullet, covered in cold sweat, and an infinite heartbeat.

Hardly any excessive consumption is generated.

It can be said to be a wave of steady earnings, low investment, high returns.

Fang fled too quickly, Wang Tu went to cut the meat closely, and Zhao Tan was stunned by the grenade, and he didn't understand the situation at the scene.

This will slow down and look at it, and his eyes will widen.

"Sir...... What are you doing with a pig's trotters......"

Didn't you say that you should take the internal organs and take them back for study?

Could it be that the R&D boss hiding behind the scenes is actually a chef ready to try new dishes?

For a while, Zhao Tan's various thoughts boiled again.

The gold shop is just across the wall, and Wang Tu doesn't have the time to play tricks with this kid here.

He didn't feel dirty, he shook off the blood in the mutant pig's trotters, sprayed perfume, and smeared some dirty things for leak-proof odor treatment.

Tuck into the bottom of your backpack and carry it on your back.

Fortunately, it is a travel bag, large enough, otherwise there will be no space for gold and silver jewelry.

"Time is of the essence, and I ask that the next step be taken immediately."

After speaking, he slapped Zhao Tan.

"Can you stop thinking about some nonsense?"

"I'm ...... You...... Trotters...... You ......"

Before Zhao Tan could finish speaking, he was interrupted by another slap from Wang Tu.

He had no love on his face.

It's so aggrieved, it's clear that someone took the weird route first.

Running for more than ten kilometers, just to cut a pig's trotter in the zombie-infested street?

I'm crazy about eating pork.

Zhao Tan couldn't understand.

……

This is a national chain of stores, and the decoration is resplendent.

The interior is decorated in red and yellow, and the glass counter is filled with gold and silver ornaments of various shapes.

Exquisite, luxurious, with a full "no money, no entry" atmosphere.

Walking in, the ground is still smooth and bright as a mirror, reflecting the two sneaky figures.

After fermentation over time, the perfume smell is more mellow, but the smell of sweat is also extremely strong.

In order to prevent too much attention and unnecessary trouble, the two took a lot of rancid food from a resident's refrigerator and smeared it on their clothes.

After entering the gold shop, they walked slowly, and no presence noticed them.

In fact, what the king was afraid of was only one-star evolutionary zombies and parasitic beasts, and if he encountered them, he would have to give up his harvest as soon as possible and flee for his life.

Opened the jewelry cabinet, only to see gold next to gold, silver against silver, large and small, there are dragons and phoenixes, not to mention how complete the style is.

There was no need for someone to introduce him, so Wang Tu pressed his excitement, grabbed them one by one, and threw them into his backpack.

This is a very special feeling, like entering a no-man's land, let you take it.

It may be cool, maybe it is happy, anyway, the mood of the king disciple is in a rare state of excitement.

Zhao Tan was also loading it in his bag, and while pretending, his eyes still glanced at Wang Tu from time to time.

After watching it for a while, he suddenly shook his head and sighed.

"So sir...... He is also a layman. ”

"I'm afraid that there will never be a person like me in the world anymore, who is not greedy for money...... It's only sexual. ”

He looked worried and inexplicably lonely.

……

This trip is a huge gain.

It is perfectly possible to estimate from the heaviness of the package.

It is no longer appropriate to use "gram" as the unit of measurement, and "catty" must be used.

Full bag, carrying, heavy.

The two were ready to withdraw, and the king went out behind and closed the door.

"There's quite a lot left, and I'll come back next time."

Zhao Tan answered on the side and said, "It's okay to come, sir, you have to give me two grenades next time." ”

Wang Tu promised: "No problem, I will also give you all the bullets." ”

"A word?" Zhao Tan's eyes lit up.

"Of course."

As a result, Zhao Tan's mood also became happy.

The pattern of zombie flow is difficult to discern, and the return journey needs to be finely adjusted.

In addition, it is a heavy load, and you have to avoid contact with zombies as much as possible, and if you can't hide, you must also fight quickly.

Bypassing seven or eight streets, Wang Tu was fine, but Zhao Tan's physical strength was a little unable to keep up.

In desperation, I lowered the speed of walking a little, and found a place to take a short break a few times in the middle.

No matter how cautious you are, you will inevitably be discovered.

While the factory is in sight, a mutant teddy dog with red eyes attacks its prey from the side of the phone booth.

Zhao Tan was bitten by it on his foot and neck, and he was bleeding nonstop.

Although the king fired five shots in succession, he killed it.

But the smell of fresh blood quickly spread in the humid air and attracted a large group of zombies around it.

Among the ragged and rancid figures that surrounded them, many black faces stood out.

Looking at them, Wang Tu's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Nearly ten one-star evolutionary zombies, plus more than a hundred ordinary zombies.

There is not the slightest chance of winning.

Wang Tu immediately made a decision, untied his backpack from Zhao Tan, and stuffed it into the cab of a car next to him.

Put the bag he was carrying on his back, and then the king carried Zhao Tan on his back.

Remembering the license plate and surrounding markers of the Tibetan car, Wang Tu held Zhao Tan with one hand to prevent him from falling.

With the other hand, adjust the single shot of the pistol to burst fire.

Stretching out his powerful legs, he ran wildly towards the target, his gaze gradually cold.

Directly behind, the footsteps of the trappers were not far apart.

Ugly faces are getting closer.

The picture is urgent, and white plastic garbage passes overhead, and it seems that the wind is also blowing.