Chapter 79 I want to smoke a cigarette

Girls who act as waiters need to be grateful to the soldiers and seduce them at the same time. So that they can reduce their vigilance, and then make it easier for Zhu Pingxin and his men to do it. The troops that provided Zhu Pingxin with a full set of military equipment fell under such an arrangement.

Guo Zhenbei looked at everything in the arrangement. He just tilted his head and then put on his helmet in Zhu Ping's appalled eyes. Before doing this, the sneer at the corners of his mouth made Zhu Pingxin's liver tremble.

"It's over!"

Zhu Pingxin, who knew his life was not long ago, gritted his teeth and wanted to fight desperately. However, Guo Zhenbei's subsequent action made him understand that such a choice would only make him die more ugly.

"I advise you not to do it. Do you feel that your pistol is more powerful than my sand eagle?"

Until Guo Zhenbei used the kind of black and impermanent voice he used in the small mountain village base, Zhu Pingxin knew that he was finished.

It's a black .50 desert eagle. Needless to say, what will happen if the gun hits people. Such a beautiful-looking dazzling weapon is definitely one of the big killers. Guo Zhenbei doesn't like the golden .50 desert eagle, which is too dazzling. Therefore, Guo Zhenbei gave it to Sylviar and asked her to modify it for herself.

At this moment, the big killer in Guo Zhenbei's hand has become that kind of black home. It's a kind of black that makes people feel cold at a glance. It's as if it has just been fished out of the Black Water River under the Naihe Bridge. The blackness makes people's scalp explode. The competition-level grip is more suitable for the grip of Thor Hammer Power Armor.

This made Zhu Pingxin recall the scene in the telescope that Guo Zhenbei used this gun to clean up the "tyrant" and "rapeous corpses" harassed by them. Zhu Pingxin, who asked himself to punish the "tyrant" with a stronger head, simply collapsed directly on the chair at the table when he lost all hope.

"It's over, it's all over, and my life is over!"

Zhu Pingxin, who collapsed in his seat, regretted it. At this time, he remembered what he told Zhen Xiaoshan.

It's true that he doesn't have much eclipse anymore. Shu Guang and his group of people are the last ones who decided to do this kind of thing again. He needs to replenish the manpower lost in the farm after the zombie mutation, so as to rebuild the new farm.

He decided that as long as he was asked to build another farm organized by unarmed survivors that only he knew, he would really "make things right". He even considered Shu Guang's suggestion, and now don't mention Zhu Ping's regret.

If she had followed Shu Guang's advice at that time, Zhen Xiaoshan would not have escaped and would not attract these evil spirit in front of her.

He was paralyzed and saw more scary, unpleasant and worrying things at this time. Guo Zhenbei's soldiers wearing "Spartan armor" were discharged from the regular combat formation. They bent down one by one, and the strange machine gun-like weapon in their hands was held in front of them. And those weapons seem to have no weight.

The shape is similar to the M60, but it is actually a smaller pneumatic assault rifle. A large number of composite materials are used, and its weight is actually not heavy. Therefore, soldiers, like ordinary light weapons, move forward in front of their eyes, and there will not be much trouble.

As they moved, Guo Zhenbei saw more and more pictures. And these pictures completely stimulated his anger. The hand holding the black.50 desert eagle trembled slightly. He didn't understand how people could be so bad.

From the images shared from the perspective of those soldiers, Guo Zhenbei gritted his teeth and looked at Zhu Pingxin. At this time, his face was completely white, as if he had been pumped away the blood all over his body. With his mouth half open, the look of the ghost who had just met in his eyes was completely lost by this time.

Even the "expression analysis system" uses only one word on the "virtual vision" to express everything in front of Zhu Pingxin.

"Desperate!"

"Desperate, what did you do earlier? Those women on the side table inside are not desperate, and the women who have been turned over by you are not desperate? People can't be so shameless. Even at the end of this biochemical end, they shouldn't be so shameless!"

What makes Zhu Pingxin more desperate at this moment is that his so-called loyal people are similar to his appearance. At this time, even if they put their weapons within reach, no one shot at these people in "Spartan armor".

"Well, it's all useless things. It's useless for me to be so kind to you. It's up to you to eat and drink. Most women also play with you. Why is it time to work hard?

Similar to Zhu Pingxin's expression, his men who have just been played with women and are guarded here are all like death row prisoners. They know that their limit has come. When the soldiers arrived here in front of them, they must no longer be able to stop the survivors and tell them what they had done.

Especially the survivors who have been here for a long time, the communication between them will let them know a lot.

"If I had known, I should have killed them all!"

Most of the survivors in the basement here are young and beautiful girls, or some 40-year-old men. Relatively speaking, they are easier to deal with. It's not as hot as those hairy young men. On the contrary, those men who are in their prime are often willing to do more work in order to keep their families unharmed.

About this matter, Zhu Pingxin seems reasonable. At least he didn't let his men touch those men's wives easily. As long as they can bear it, this is the rule.

Although I think so in my heart, now Zhu Pingxin's face is completely pretending to be a bowed head and confessing guilt. He, who once had a relationship, knew that the more obedient he was at this time, the more secure he and his life were.

But Guo Zhenbei's cold words immediately made him understand that his little cleverness was in front of the guy in front of him.

"What, was I just thinking that I should kill the survivors abused by you here? Let me tell you, Zhu Pingxin, you have violated the most basic morality of the Chinese people, so you deserve to die!"

"But, I was forced to be helpless!"

Zhu Pingxin is going to shout injustice as usual, and the performance on his face really seems to be a twist. Despite pretending to have such an expression, he is wondering how Guo Zhenbei can guess his thoughts?

On the surface, this young soldier belongs to the kind of heartless guy. Even Zhu Pingxin can conclude from this point that if it were in the past, a guy like him could only be a soldier.

"Is he a deeper man in the city? No, I've seen so many people, and I've never missed it! Then why did he guess what was on my mind?

Haha, is this difficult for Guo Zhenbei? With the foundation of technology, it doesn't take much effort to face such cunning primitive people.

"Zhu Pingxin, you never watch American dramas, do you? Humph, if you have seen it, you should know. Your ability to talk nonsense to people and ghosts is completely bullshit. You think you know how to lie and lie, and it's okay to tell you. Anyway, you will collapse in a while. I have an expression analysis system. In my eyes, your kitten is worthless and has no secret!"

After Zhu Pingxin understood this, he completely died. At this time, he was not afraid, and even the submissive and permissive look he had just disguised completely disappeared from his face.

"Okay, just die. I want to smoke, okay?"

At this time, Guo Zhenbei showed another level of attitude. He reached out and took out a cigar from his pocket. As mentioned before, Guo Zhenbei has no habit of smoking. Just occasionally, an imported Cuban cigar. Although there is not much addiction to smoking, Guo Zhenbei has to admit that Cubans who make cigars recognize the second place, and no one in the world dares to grab the first place.

Zhu Pingxin is a person who knows goods. Although he has opened a "black shop" for many years, there are not many opportunities to enjoy such things. The reason is that Zhu Pingxin doesn't think about it, but he still has some traditional Chinese habits.

This traditional Chinese habit is to save and resist luxury instinct. It's not that I don't like it, and luxury goods are often used to give gifts or show off their identity on some occasions.

Reaching out to take the cigar handed to him by Guo Zhenbei, smelled it under his nose, and then he nodded. Probably Zhu Pingxin knew that he could not escape the death penalty, but at this time, he felt relieved.

"Cuban cigars, this is not sent to you by the state, is it? Otherwise, as a little officer, how can you afford such a thing?"

"It's not given by the state, and I'm not an officer. Like you, I am a survivor of the catastrophe. The difference is that as far as I can, no one wants to bully Chinese people, no matter what!"

Hearing Guo Zhenbei's words, Zhu Pingxin looked at him with a brand-new look. Then he shook his head, as if he were an old man.

"Young man, this world is not what you think. People like you are almost dead in China. I am on the verge of death, please believe me. Although you think your equipment is good, you have good skills, but the world is unpredictable. I advise you to be more careful in the future.

Of course, Guo Zhenbei understands what Zhu Pingxin means, and he also understands that people like him will never have a good day in the past society. Not only because of poor background, but also because there is no father to fight. But you won't accept the unspoken rules that are common in all industries.

"Really? I think they have to change it!"

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