Chapter 11 Devil's Guard

"This man is called a lame."

Lao Kang took a bowl of rice and looked at the yellow-haired man in the team.

If he remembers not correctly, this man has been escaping to the garage for some time, but he has been caught five or six times just for stealing, especially for stealing old and women's things.

This guy has received at least three meals.

When their first bowl is full according to Chen Qinghe's instructions, no one can quickly eat three bowls in less than a few minutes.

Oh?

After listening to Lao Kang's words, Chen Qinghe narrowed his eyes.

I looked at the yellow hair wrapped around the towel's feet and heard that it was because he was injured by stealing something.

Putting down the iron spoon, Chen Qinghe came out from behind the table.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes focused on him, and the children who were still queuing up looked at him one after another.

"What are you going to do..."

Seeing Chen Qinghe coming towards him, the lame's eyes were filled with panic, but he just shouted.

He grabbed his hand tightly and picked it up.

When--

Empty iron bowls and chopsticks fell to the ground.

"If everyone is as bold as him."

Chen Qinghe quickly put his left hand in, took out a large bag of plastic bags containing hot rice, and said in a cold voice, "Then you don't have to eat it. Get out of here!!"

The lame man's face turned pale and he didn't dare to look directly into the eyes in front of him.

It was found!!

Many unscrupulous guys who were about to have the same idea as him immediately abandoned their minds and became honest.

"Hmm, rubbish."

Chen Qinghe looked at the lame man with nausea and twisted his hands in vain.

"Ah, my hand--"

The lame man screamed and his tears flowed.

broken!

Under the many eyes, the palm of the hand bent unnaturally, and the crooked man was thrown to the ground like garbage. But no one sympathizes with him at all. This kind of garbage is well known.

"This is just a warning."

Chen Qinghe's eyes were cold and clenched the plastic bag containing hot rice.

Nowadays, garbage like lame people is everywhere, and he is not surprised, but if this kind of garbage is not taken out as soon as possible, it means that more garbage will come out.

If there is one more of this kind of garbage, it will take away more shares of others, especially the breakout two days later. He doesn't know how many people will die.

The only thing that can be done now is.

What he can do these two days is to give everyone a hot meal and a stable rest environment.

Chen Qinghe turned back and continued to eat.

......

Ten minutes later.

There is little food left in the seven-pot, and there are few survivors still queuing. Because of the warning of the lame, all the survivors who are careful will restrain them.

All the people are laughing and enjoying this rare hot meal.

"Brother, do you eat--"

The rear seat of a Honda SUV, a child wearing a woolen hat, stood up and stretched out his little hand to his brother in the driver's seat.

The dirty five fingers are open, and the palm is a strawberry-flavored fruit candy.

"Jian Rui, good boy."

"My brother doesn't like it. Just eat it."

Wu Weimin took a mouthful of rice, chewed some cold rice in his mouth, turned his head back, put down his chopsticks, put out his hands empty, and touched his brother's cold red face.

This is his brother Wu Jiarui.

Before the end of the world, he skipped class and stayed at home and didn't go to school, and his younger brother didn't go to school because he had a cold the day before yesterday. At his father's request, he had to take care of his younger brother alone.

But who would have thought...

The end of the world suddenly broke out, and in the end, he struggled to survive with his brother.

"Brother, you're lying!"

"I know I really want to eat it, right?"

Wu Jiarui pouted, and his hand holding the candy did not take back.

"Kid, what do you know?"

Wu Weimin was amused by his brother's expression and stretched out his finger to flick his forehead.

How can my eight-year-old brother understand the role of a sugar!

When you are hungry, weak, and have hypoglycemia, this little candy can save people's lives, and only the kid thinks it's just a delicious candy.

However, I can see my brother's long-lost smile.

In this environment where I don't know if I can survive tomorrow, the two free candies are insignificant compared with my brother's smile.

"Ow, don't pretend--"

"It's really shameful for me to feed you!"

Wu Jiarui opened the candy paper, pinched the pink fruit candy with his little hand, and handed it to his brother's mouth.

The faint strawberry fragrance lingers in front of me.

Wu Weimin took his brother's wrist, pushed it back, and sneered, "Kidn, didn't your mother teach you how to spank when you eat candy while eating?"

Wu Jiarui's little face bulged.

Knock, knock.

At this time, the glass window of the driver's seat sounded, and the familiar face of Kang Zhiqiao appeared. He smiled and seemed to say something with his lips open.

So he raised his right hand, pinched a bag of fruit candy with his two fingers, took it to the window and shook it.

"Candy!"

Wu Jiarui shouted in surprise.

Wu Weimin opened the door, moved to the co-pilot's seat, and let Kang Zhiqiao sit in.

"Don't move!"

Wu Weimin put the rice bowl between his legs.

At the same time, his eyes stared, his hands had been stretched out, and his eyes were shining, and he could no longer remove his brother from the candy.

"stingy."

"I'm just looking--"

Wu Jiarui spit out his tongue and shrank back.

Kang Zhiqiao looked at Wu Jiarui from the rearview mirror with a smile and complained about his brother in a low voice. The child's ghost appearance reminded him of his son when he was a child.

"Uncle Kang, what are you?"

Wu Weimin looked at Lao Kang's candy in puzzled.

"Ask someone to come and ask you something."

When it comes to business, Kang Zhiqiao's expression is solemn.

"One thing?"

Wu Weimin frowned slightly, and a few names were filtered out in his mind in an instant, but finally it was fixed in a name.

Chen Qinghe!

The leader of the Indian team.

Only he can take out such a bag of candy casually.

Wu Jiarui, who was sitting in the back row, pricked up his ears and held his breath to listen. He was especially** about his brother.

"Yes."

Seeing that Wu Weimin wanted him to be the leader, Kang Zhiqiao said, "He asked me to come and ask you, if you break through that day, will you take an adventure for him?"

Adventure?

Wu Weimin was shocked.

An evolutionist says adventure, which must be very risky, but he will listen to it anyway.

"If you are willing to do it."

"What he means is that this thing in my hand is just a little bit. You have the right to make a reasonable request to him within his ability." Kang Zhiqiao did not elaborate on the adventure, and it was also a reason to consider the presence of children.

Wu Weimin Shen for a moment, glanced at his brother and said, "Let's get out of the car and talk about the details."

"Hmm."

Kang Zhiqiao nodded slightly and opened the door.

"Brother!"

Wu Jiarui looked nervous and stopped his brother who was about to get out of the car.

"Kid, what's the matter?"

"I didn't see that your brother is busy now?"

Wu Weimin stretched out his hand and rubbed his brother's hair. Knowing that the conversation just now might scare him, he deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Brother, I'll give you the candy!"

"Don't do dangerous things, leave Jiarui alone..."

Wu Jiarui's eyes were steaming, and he could feel that his brother was going to do something dangerous.

With that, he stood up and stuffed the candy in his hand into his brother's mouth without waiting for Wu Weimin's reaction.

"Ouch, look."

"Wu Jiarui doesn't like candy. Uncle Kang, don't take my brother with you--" Dou's tears slipped from Wu Jiarui's eyes, sobbed in a low voice, and begged to look at Lao Kang outside the door.

Jianrui...

The taste of strawberries came from the tip of his tongue, but there was no sweet feeling in Wu Weimin's heart.

On the contrary, his heart is very sad and heavy.

××××××

Two days later.

It's freezing rain in the sky, around the south road around the island.

The asphalt pavement is cracked, pitted and water is accumulated.

Traces of monster destruction can be seen everywhere on the big road. At the end of the front of the highway, it is the Ping'an Undersea Tunnel, which has been open for less than three years and has a total length of nearly nine kilometers.

At this time, at the entrance of the tunnel.

There are about 20 demon warriors, dressed in thick-skinned animal uniforms and carrying all kinds of coarse and giant weapons, are patrolling lazily to prevent human bedbugs from escaping from here.

A few days ago, human bedbugs were found to have escaped.

This makes the demon Bronn in the dark area furious. It has regarded the city as a hunting ground. How can it allow the prey to be out of control? He immediately issued an order to send a large number of demon warriors who came from alien space to several points where human bed bugs had been found to escape.

The demon Bono and Mafa are the warriors stationed in the undersea tunnel.

Crackling——

A large gasoline bucket is filled with solid wood furniture cut into sticks, burning flames, a simple baking rack at the mouth of the barrel, and a half-legged meat is smoked.

"This damn weather!"

The demon Bono has a fish-like mouth and a very ugly face. He took off a leather bag from his waist with his backhand, unscrewed the wooden cork, and poured it into his mouth.

Gollum, Gollum.

Purple-red blood flows out of the corners of the mouth, which is a kind of blood wine made from blood bat blood and mixed with special paving materials. It is also a kind of wine that is as widespread as beer in the demon world.

The fishy smell dispersed, and the demon Bono showed a satisfied expression.

"Mamafa, how's it going?"

The demon Bono wiped the wine stains on the corners of his mouth, stretched out his dark green tongue and licked his lips. His eyes looked at the demon Mafa in front of the grill and carrying the black iron epee.

I saw the demon Mafa lift from the ground, a blue shopping basket printed with the words Wal-Mart. It goes into the basket and casually grabs several bags of colorful colors, with different packaging and different types. It is printed with human text patterns that the devil can't understand, such as chicken essence, salt, cumin powder, five-spice powder and other flavorings.

"Bono."

Devil Mafa replied impatiently and said, "Shut up if you want to eat!"

It is very difficult to tear open its thick fingers, not as big as its ear-sized five-spice powder, and then carefully sprinkle the five-spice powder evenly on the smoked blood bat leg meat.

"What kind of strange smell is this!?"

The demon Bono stood up, sniffed it closer, and complained, "How does it smell like shit?"

No human bedbugs have appeared in the past few days.

Few responsible demon warriors can be as serious as they were in the first few days. They either sleep do nothing or study the objects of the human world with great interest.

Devil Bono, that's what Mafa is like.

They want to try to make barbecue with human seasoning!