"Hey! Fatty, what do you want to do? It's our food! Put it down for Lao Tzu! ”

The one who spoke was a strange boy with a kitchen knife, and he still had blood stains left on him when he killed zombies, with a fierce and violent expression on his face and a cold voice with murderous intentions, as if he had just finished killing someone and found that there were witnesses.

Liu Haibo was frightened by this boy's appearance, immediately put down the box in his hand, raised his hand to surrender, and hurriedly shouted:

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I didn't mean to take it, I'm so hungry! I'm sorry! ”

Luo Zhiyong then came to Liu Haibo's side and cleared the siege for him:

"Little brother, I'm sorry, we are survivors hiding here, we haven't eaten for almost two days, we came out to look for food with the determination to die, and we were very excited to see this, by the way, little brother, you shouldn't be alone, are your companions and captains there?"

Hearing this explanation, and seeing Luo Zhiyong and Liu Haibo apologizing again and again, the gloomy face softened, but he still said to them vigilantly:

"You're either going to leave or you're going to just stand here and wait for our boss to come over and make a decision."

"It's over, Brother Luo, you see that he has blood all over his body, his kitchen knife also has blood, his expression is bloody, he must have killed a lot of people, let's slip away, or when his companions and bosses come over, maybe they will drink our blood, it's over..."

Liu Haibo was so frightened that he began to run the train with his mouth full, and pulled Luo Zhiyong away one by one.

However, Luo Zhiyong didn't move at all, he knew that the group of people also came for food, and it seemed that they had found a lot of food, if they didn't see the other party's boss to get a part of their food, then Liu Haibo and they would really starve to death inside. Looking at the fierce appearance of the boy on the other side covered in blood, Luo Zhiyong was also a little scared, even the younger brother was a thug who killed people and corpses, and the boss who could lead those bloodthirsty thugs must be even more terrifying and murderous. But thinking of the little brothers and sisters who were still waiting for him on the second floor, Luo Zhiyong gritted his teeth and chose to stay and insist on waiting for their boss to come back.

After 5 minutes, Zhao Jin and the others came to the meeting point at the door with boxes of food, and they naturally saw the two new faces Luo Zhiyong and Liu Haibo.

"Brother Zhao, these two are survivors here, and if they want food, they have to wait for Boss Zhou to come back to decide."

The boy reported to Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin looked at the two male survivors indifferently and asked:

"You're the survivors here, what's your name, and do you have any companions?"

Luo Zhiyong looked at this dark and thin boy, but his eyes were particularly fierce and cold, thinking that he was the boss of this group, so he hurriedly replied:

"Hello, my name is Luo Zhiyong, he is Liu Haibo, we are survivors hiding in the fourth canteen, there are 12 people, 5 girls, 7 boys, in addition to the two of us, there are 10 people hiding in the dining room on the second floor. You are their eldest brother, I, Luo Zhiyong, have never begged anyone else in my life, but now I want to ask you for one thing, can you divide some food for us to eat, we don't want much, we just want two boxes, we are dying of hunger, we can't hold on if we don't eat, please..."

Zhao Jin looked coldly at the pleading Luo Zhiyong and said:

"I'm sorry, you asked the wrong person, I'm only temporarily in charge, not their boss, we also have a boss who makes the final decision, only he has the power to distribute food, you can intercede with him."

"And who's your boss? When is he coming? ”

Luo Zhiyong was surprised, the boy who was honored as "Brother Zhao" was not the boss of this group of people, and they still had a final boss on their heads?!

"You don't deserve to know the name of our boss yet, and I don't know when he's coming, but don't worry, our boss looks very ········ It's very domineering, you can see it at a glance. ”

Zhao Jin replied coldly, he felt that although the man named Luo Zhiyong in front of him was in his thirties, he was still talking like a child and was stupid and naïve.

Just want to intercede to get the food that others have worked so hard to find? Let's see if Zhou Quan agrees

Time passed minute by minute, Luo Zhiyong was a little impatient, but Zhao Jin and the others still stood calmly and waited for their boss who saw the dragon and saw the end, Luo Zhiyong anxiously paced repeatedly, and then came to Zhao Jin to persuade again:

"Brother Zhao, can you lend me some food first, I'll give them a stomach first, and then come over to talk to your boss?"

"No, even I can't touch the food here without the boss's permission, so you can only wait."

Zhao Jin replied indifferently.

"But, I'll really talk to you boss later..."

Just when Luo Zhiyong wanted to persuade further, an indifferent but domineering voice with a hint of majesty came from behind.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

When Zhao Jin and the others heard this, they immediately lined up and stepped back, and bowed their heads to show respect.

Looking at the respectful and obedient appearance of Zhao Jin and the others, Luo Zhiyong knew that the voice behind him was their boss.

Luo Zhiyong and Liu Haibo turned around and just wanted to say hello, but they were frightened by the strange black humanoid creature with black hard armor and bright red stripes in front of them, is this black creature a human or a ghost?

It took a while for Luo Zhiyong to come to his senses, although the black humanoid creature looked weird and terrifying, but it had human thoughts and voices, and it was very rational and calm, not a bloodthirsty monster.

After sorting out his thoughts, Luo Zhiyong repeated what he had said to Zhao Jin to this "special and domineering" boss.

"Oh? Do you want me to feed you and your people for free? ”

Zhou Quan asked Luo Zhiyong coldly, his voice a little displeased.

On the one hand, he wanted to see if Zhao Jin and the others would distribute food without his permission, and on the other hand, he also wanted to beat and deter this group of "innocent and cute" survivors in advance, so as not to cause all kinds of contradictions when he returned to the base.

"Yes... Yes, I know it's unreasonable, but they're all children, and they're all human beings, so please help them. ”

Luo Zhiyong sensed Zhou Quan's displeasure, but his group really didn't have any chips to provide, money? Cell phone? What's the use of these things here?

"Just because they're children, they're humans, and I'm going to give you frets who risk their lives and toiled to get food for free, and who only know how to wait to be fed hungry?"

Zhou Quan mocked mercilessly.

Luo Zhiyong blushed and couldn't refute, so he could only try to persuade from a moral point of view:

"My lord, we are all human beings, we are all human beings who survived this zombie apocalypse, we should help each other and unite together, so that there is hope of survival, and the survivors can gather to increase the probability of survival!"

"You're right."

Zhou Quan agreed, but before Luo Zhiyong could get excited, he coldly poured a basin of cold water:

"In this world, only by uniting and cohesion can we increase the probability of survival, and we do need to help each other, so good, I can help you fill the belly of the 12 of you, so what can the 12 of you help me? Once my people and yours merge, what can your people do for this group? ”

"Uh... We can do it..."

Luo Zhiyong was speechless for a while, and he couldn't answer.

"Yes, even you, the boss, can't answer, I know that you 12 people can't do anything to the organization except to be a waste who only knows how to eat, and you can't do anything for the organization, you will only become a burden to the organization, so I ask you, why should I help each other with you waste?"

Zhou Quan further insulted.

"Nonsense! We're not waste, we've teamed up to find food! ”

Liu Haibo retorted quietly, but obviously lacked confidence.

"Have you ever killed a zombie? How many killed? ”

Zhou Quan asked suddenly.

"I killed 7 zombies, with arrows. But the others... No. ”

Luo Zhiyong replied.

"In a team of 12 people, 11 people have never killed a zombie, such a waste team, no wonder you can't find food, and no wonder you, the boss, have to beg others for food! Luo Zhiyong, do you think you and your people are qualified to eat? ”

Zhou Quan seems to have turned into a poisonous woman with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, constantly hurting Luo Zhiyong's dignity.

Zhou Quan's words were like hail, like lightning, constantly exploding in Luo Zhiyong's mind, he was an older "old man", the captain of a 12-person team, and a stranger, and he also had his own dignity and personality, but at this time he was scolded by Zhou Quan, and he couldn't refute it, because he also deeply agreed with Zhou Quan's point of view.

The people in Luo Zhiyong's team are indeed too weak, so that the 11 people really did not make other actions except for waiting and eating on the spot, although the boys will also go out with them to find food, but they are also very timid, every time they encounter a few zombies, they will be scared of the six gods, and finally the screams attract zombies from other places, causing their group to often be chased back to the dining room without even seeing the food.

I have worked very hard to protect them, and I have tried to take the boys to find food many times, and even used up all the arrows on my body, but in the end I still fell to the point of no rice and no food.

Why is that?

Why did he try his best to lead the team but didn't get anything, and the boss in front of him was able to find food outside the zombie-strewn with only his younger brother? Why is that?

"Want to know why?"

Zhou Quan seemed to see through Luo Zhiyong's doubts, he raised his head and ordered the little brother who was respectfully standing in a row in the distance:

"Tell me how many zombies you killed alone."

"Boss, I killed 6 zombies alone!"

"Boss, I killed 4 on my own, and 3 were killed with Wu Kaiwang."

"Boss, I can't remember how many I killed, it should be more than 20..."

···

Listening to the report of Zhao Jin and others, Zhou Quan looked at Luo Zhiyong, who had a solemn face, and mocked:

"Now know why your party keeps hungry because they can't find food."

"Again, are you and your team qualified to eat?"